PFC Chapter 136 On-site Poetry
Chapter 136 On-site Poetry
Anyway, he didn't know any of them and didn't remember those he had seen before, so he just went to worship them together.
"Fang Ping!"
"The grass people are here!"
"Those poems are well done!" Emperor Yong praised me, a rare compliment. "You brought honor to our dynasty at the Chongyang Palace Banquet. I wish to reward you!"
"Your Majesty," Fang Ping raised his head slightly, a look of hesitation on his face. However, he had to do this to resolve the problem. "Those poems were not written by me!"
There was a loud bang, like a bolt from the blue, catching everyone off guard.
"Fang Ping, you'd better think carefully. Daring to deceive the emperor at the Chongyang Palace banquet is a capital crime!" The Minister of Rites was the first to speak angrily.
The literary world of Dayong was weaker than that of the Northern Di.
Fang Ping's appearance can be said to be the dawn of hope.
The two poems written at the Chongyang Palace Banquet attracted widespread praise from students all over the world. However, if these poems were not written by him, it would be the biggest scandal in the hundred years since the founding of the Great Yong Dynasty!
Prime Minister Gu Ming's eyes flashed. He had already sent people to Fengcheng to secretly investigate Fang Ping, so he naturally knew his battle record in Fengcheng.
But what if all his poems were plagiarized?
The title of "Poet Immortal" is truly a fraud.
I'm afraid this will also help resolve his son's emotional knot.
Thinking of his son's depressed look since the Chongyang Palace Banquet, Gu Ming felt a little pain in his heart, but at the same time he felt that he was a good person.
He looks like this just because he lost once.
Really incompetent!
When Emperor Yong heard Fang Ping say that those poems were not his, his entire demeanor suddenly turned cold. His eyes were deep, revealing an unseen chill. He looked at Fang Ping intently before asking, "As you said, where did these poems come from?"
Fang Ping was startled by the threats he had just received, both overt and covert. He only came to his senses when he heard a questioning voice from above:
"I dare not lie to your majesty. Three months ago, I was taking a nap at home when I had a dream that took me to another world."
"That alien world is full of flourishing literary styles, with thousands of years of cultural heritage."
"The place I have arrived at is a place similar to a library. There are tens of thousands of books piled up like mountains."
"I have always loved poetry and prose, so I picked up the nearest poetry collection and flipped through it. The poems there seemed to be as much precious jade as a mountain, and I was immersed in them, unable to control myself."
“When I woke up from the dream, my mind was filled with thousands of poems.”
"As I said, the poem at the palace banquet was not written by me. That's why it came from this!"
After saying this, Fang Pingfu bowed deeply again.
At this moment, everyone in the hall was stunned.
What the hell?
You dreamed of entering another world and learned thousands of poems and essays?
How could there be such strange things in this world?
"Hahaha...this is truly ridiculous!" Minister of War Pei Zhou was the first to laugh. "Your Majesty, I'm losing my composure. I've lived for decades and have never heard of such a bizarre thing!"
"Your Majesty, I second the motion! I don't know where Fang Ping copied the poem from, and he is unwilling to tell the original author. Instead, he made up a nonsense story about dreaming of entering another world. It is really ridiculous!" Chief Censor Lu Qingcong angrily reported.
"I think there is a way to detect whether he is lying!" Prime Minister Gu Ming suddenly said.
"Could this be what Prime Minister Gu meant?"
"If what Fang Ping said is true, and he has this special fate, and thousands of poems are all in his mind, then we can each of you give a topic at the scene. As long as he can write a poem based on it, the time must not exceed one incense stick, and each poem will be a famous piece of poetry throughout the ages..." Gu Ming explained.
Everyone suddenly realized!
What is it like sleepwalking into another world and composing thousands of poems?
If you really have this ability, then test it on site!
"Fang Ping, what do you think?" Emperor Yong's voice was indifferent, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.
Fang Ping immediately kowtowed again and said, "I, a humble servant, am willing to accept your inspection, gentlemen!"
"Okay, Your Majesty, then I will dare to be the first one!" Gu Mingwang sat up and bowed.
Emperor Yong nodded slightly, indicating that he could do as he pleased!
He waved his hand and asked Fang Ping to stand up and answer the on-site assessment of the adults!
"Since I took office, I have been loyal to Your Majesty. In the court, all the gentlemen are like me. Fang Ping, please write a poem on the spot with the word 'loyal minister' as the theme!" Gu Ming stroked his short beard and spoke calmly.
Several adults nearby also nodded in agreement. Gu Xiang's poem title really touched their hearts.
Fang Ping lowered his head and used his brain to think carefully.
Seeing him like this, Gu Ming said again: "Don't worry, you have an incense stick of time to think about it slowly!"
"I've made up my mind!" Fang Ping suddenly looked up and replied seriously.
Everyone was shocked: This, so fast?
Fang Ping straightened his voice and said directly to Gu Ming, "Strong winds reveal strong grass, and turbulent times reveal loyal ministers."
(The original sentence is "Chengchen", which has been changed here and is taken from Li Shimin's "Gift to Xiao Yu")
As soon as these two sentences came out, Gu Ming's face changed immediately.
Good poem, good sentences!
He pricked up his ears, waiting for Fang Ping's next two words: "How can a brave man know righteousness? A wise man must be kind."
"Good! Good! Good!" Gu Ming couldn't help but said three good words in a row!
Others also couldn't help but praise him, saying that this boy was truly extraordinary, as he could write such a good poem in such a short time!
Only General Cheng, after hearing the entire poem, looked uneasy. "What do you mean, young man? What do you mean by 'how can a brave man know righteousness, and how can a wise man be benevolent?' How can brave men like us not understand the principle of serving our country and our people? Are only these scholars worthy of the title of loyal ministers?"
General Cheng suddenly spoke with great momentum.
Fang Ping was startled, and only after he came to his senses did he realize that although the poem was good, the words in it were not suitable for the current situation.
This old General Cheng is the descendant of a famous general who founded the Great Yong Dynasty. His family has inherited the throne and is now the fourth generation. He is also a military general.
However, he was already old and there had been no war in Dayong for a long time, so he had to return to the court early.
By the way, his son Cheng Li was the Cheng Li who replaced Marquis Yongyi to guard the northern border!
The biggest regret in General Cheng's life was that he failed to recover the four counties of Yanjing for Dayong, resulting in these four counties still being occupied by the Northern Di.
Fang Ping was filled with emotion when he thought of this. He pondered for a moment, bowed deeply to General Cheng, and then said:
"Looking at the sword while drunk, I dreamed of blowing the corner of the company."
"Eight hundred miles of roast meat distributed to the troops, fifty strings of music played from beyond the Great Wall. Autumn military training on the battlefield."
"The horse moves so fast, the bow moves like a thunderbolt."
"I have accomplished the affairs of the king and the world, and have won a good reputation in my lifetime and after my death. But my hair has turned white."
(From Xin Qiji's "Pozhenzi")
General Cheng was so shocked that he took two steps back, his eyes slightly red.
At this moment, he seemed to see the scenes of him training in the military camp all those years, ready to go to the battlefield at any time.
He clutched his chest, where the blood still seemed to be surging, causing him to tremble all over. "Is this poem for me?"
Fang Ping nodded and said seriously, "I've heard of your great reputation, and I happened to be asked to write a poem today. I'm giving this poem to you. The author of this poem is a hero just like you!"