Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - Chapter 88
“This is…” Han Qingzhu’s eyes lit up, staring at the quatrains written on the paper.
”The grief of parting is like the setting sun spreading in the horizon, Eastward I point my whip and far away I’ll go”
”Fallen flowers are not heartless things, even when it becomes mud during spring, it is doing so willingly in order to make flowers bloom!”
”Good! Good! Good!” Han Qingzhu said three “good” words in a row and looked at the Xianhu ancestor with a proud face, “Ancestor, look, how about this poem?”
Patriarch Xianhu looked at the poem deeply and nodded slowly after a long while.
”Okay!” The ancestor Xianhu nodded slightly, “The sorrow of separation in the first two sentences of this poem is bold and unrestrained with infinite emotion. A mighty, a world, full of pride, this kind of poetry, should be worthy to go to the military.”
”The last two sentences are written differently, expressing the ambition to protect the country from the feeling of parting. Instead of using Lu Great Confucian’s scattered into mud and dust, only the fragrance remains the same’, he uses “even if the petals fall, they do so to care for the flowers.” The intention is lofty, The layout is grand, but it’s unlucky!”
At the end of the speech, the ancestor of the Xianhu frowned slightly and said slowly.
”Hahahaha…” Han Qingsong laughed loudly, “The old ancestor’s words are wrong. What I am most satisfied with are the last two sentences.”
”What I want in my life is to protect the country and the people. Ever since I joined the army, I have never thought of dying on my bed. Bloody battles against barbaric enemies, shrouded in horse leather, that is what you call a real man!”
”It’s just that when I say it myself, it’s inevitable that my mouth will be full of blood and anger. This boy Chen uses flowers to describe people, which is exactly what I want, just right…”
After finishing speaking, he looked at Chen Luo again, with a narrow smile in his eyes: “Boy Chen, why are there only poems but no titles?”
After a pause, he said again: “The old man thinks the title of the poem “Ode to Bamboo” last time is very good!”
Han Yunge laughed from the sidelines, and Chen Luo immediately understood what Han Qingsong meant, and quickly said, “The title of this poem is “Song of Flowers and Two Gifts for Soldiers Going to Wanren City”
”Hahahahaha, what a good name!” Han Qingsong smiled again, and looked at Cheng Yunge: “Yunge, let’s start the banquet, let the chef cook the good pig given by the emperor, and have a big meal today!”
”Yes!” Yun Ge also nodded with a smile, turned around, and left the main hall.
At this time, the ancestor Xianhu looked at Chen Luo, her old eyes flashed, no one knew what she was thinking…
…
I don’t know who it is that spread the new book written by Chen Luo in the Military Minister’s Mansion, and for a while, the new poem overwhelmed today’s latest eighth chapter of “Laughing in the Wind”!
Of course, there were rumors that Han Qingsong’s housekeeper and some literati had been seen secretly saying something.
Wenchang Pavilion.
”Old man!” Yan Baichuan disrupted the chessboard in front of him, “There are two of them! You have not yet set out to fight, but you have obtained two famous poems through the ages, I am so angry!”
The Great Confucian, who was sitting opposite Yan Baichuan, twitched his face. Looking at the disordered chessboard, he would clearly win after the three moves left.
”It’s no wonder that in Wenchang Pavilion, Wen Xiang’s chess game is also called the random killing game, so that’s how it is!”
Zheliu Academy.
”This Han Qingzhu is so shameless!” Kong Tianfang was furious, “In terms of friendship, how could he be as close as we are to the Lord of Wan An? How could he get another good poem for nothing!”
”Go, send a letter with the other seven colleges, and let them come to Zheliu Academy for a gathering. I will increase the number of “Daxuan People’s Daily” and supplements by another 20,000 copies!”
Earl’s Mansion.
”I’m so pissed off!” Song Tuizhi was angry when he heard Wei Yan’s report, “This Han Qingzhu cheated poetry from my junior brother again! My junior brother, wouldn’t it be already enough if you gave him some treasures? Why did you give him written poetry?”
”No, I have to report this matter to my mentor. Since they have taken the poems of the younger brother, they should contribute to the younger brother’s enlightenment in the future, and no one can escape!”
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Luo Hongnu, who was dressed in red and looked south, was lazily sleeping on the recliner, looking at the remaining flowers in the courtyard, with a look of melancholy and regret on her delicate face.
”I have never yearned in my life, but as soon as I started, I became tormented with it too deeply”
”He really knows how to write people’s hearts, it really is a song full of yearning.”
”But even when I yearn, then what?”
”You are at the front of the river, and this humble one is still at the end of the river. I miss you every day and don’t see you. We can only drink the water of the river together.”
”Lady, lady!” The maidservant in pink trotted all the way into Luo Hongnu’s boudoir, “Lady!”
”Reckless, what about rules? You won’t be able to marry into a good family if you’re like this.” Luo Hongnu scolded.
The servant girl smiled and said, “It will be fine for the servant girl to stay with the lady for the rest of her life.”
”Speaking nonsense again!”
”Lady, the Lord of Wan An has written a new work. It just came out, I was afraid you still don’t know about it, so I ran faster.”
”A new work? Is it a new Qu? Who did he write it for?” Luo Hongnu quickly sat up straight and asked nervously.
”Don’t worry, lady.” The servant girl smiled and said, “It’s not a Qu, nor is it a poem for other women, it’s for a soldier.”
Luo Hongnu didn’t know why, she breathed a sigh of relief, and said: “Ode to Bamboo, I know.”
”No, it’s a new poem.” After speaking, the servant girl read out the song “Ode to Flowers”.
After Luo Hongnu listened silently, her heart felt hot, and she repeated: “Fallen flowers are not heartless things, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers…”
”Why is this person so good at writing? It’s obviously a poem about aspirations, but different people read it with different flavors. Who says he’s heartless, and which flower does he want to protect!”
”What an enemy.”
Luo Hongnu thought about it, her pretty face became hot, and she blushed.
…
”Lu Tong, why are there so many people outside?” Chen Luo came back in the carriage and found that the door was full of people. Worried that the readers sent the blades, he hurriedly let the groom come in through the back door.
Lu Tong looked at Chen Luo sadly: “Lord, didn’t you give poems to the soldiers?”
”Yes, what’s the matter?”
Lu Tong sighed: “It has spread all over the city. You used a famous poem through the ages as a meeting gift, and now all the princes, nobles, civil and military officials in the city have sent you invitations, inviting you to visit them. Let me tell you about it.”
”Even…the Prime Minister and the Minister of Law sent people to send posts!”
Chen Luo was startled, and wiped the sweat from his forehead, “Fortunately, Prime Minister Wen didn’t join in the fun.”
”The literary minister’s family members came over and said that he will come to the door in a few days and ask you to prepare by then.”
Chen Luo’s heart sank, and he looked at Ji Zhong: “Xiao Ji, go clean up, let’s go to Sanxi villa these two days.”
At this moment, Song Tuizhi’s figure suddenly appeared in front of Chen Luo. Chen Luo was about to salute, when Song Tuizhi suddenly stood in front of Chen Luo, looking into a void.
”Old gourd, stop joking with the younger generation.”
”Hohohohohoho, little Yongzi, so you’re here too…” The space that was originally empty was distorted, and a figure appeared. It was Patriarch Xianhu who Chen Luo had seen in the Military Minister’s Mansion before.
Song Tuizhi raised his eyebrows slightly: “My benefactor bestowed me the name Tuizhi, the Yong name does not exist anymore.”
Chen Luo was stunned for a moment, looking at Song Tuizhi, it turns out that his senior brother’s name is Song Yong.
So tacky, puff…
The muscles on Song Tuizhi’s face twitched, and he looked at Patriarch Xianhu with some displeasure: “Old Gourd, why are you following my junior brother?”
Hearing Song Tuizhi’s question about the business, Patriarch Xianhu looked at Chen Luo and smiled again: “Originally, I wanted to take care of this kid and make me owe me a favor, so I could ask him to do something for me.”
”I didn’t expect Xiao Yongzi to follow you. Then this old person is doing.”
Song Tuizhi: (╬◣д◢)
If you call me Little Yongzi again, I will go crazy. Did you think just because you’re old, you’re so amazing?
Chen Luo hurriedly saluted: “Granny is being polite, I don’t know what granny needs my help for?”
Are you kidding, Daxuan logistics boss, Daoist veteran, this is also a golden thigh, so I have to hold on tight.
The ancestor of the Xianhu waved his hand: “You’re welcome, you’re welcome, it’s just a whim…”
Saying that, the Xianhu patriarch shook his hand, and saw that he was holding a gourd vine in his hand, and seven miniature gourds hung on the gourd vine, red orange yellow green blue purple, really small and exquisite.
”I want to ask little friend Chen to help hatch these seven little gourds!”
Chen Luo was startled, and a melody sounded in his head——
”Ding dong dong dong dong dong…”
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