Take a plane to the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 393
"Oh my God!"

The moment Polu flew up, the entire deck of the painting boat shook, and everyone opened their mouths or covered their mouths, showing incredible expressions.

Immediately afterwards, the voice of discussion erupted.

There was a trace of paleness on Zuo Liangyu's face, looking at the poor man in linen clothes, he didn't know what to say.

Just kidding, although he hasn't fought yet, he already knows that his subordinates have lost, and they are still defeated. He can jump several feet high with one jump, so how can he fight?
As for the soldier who was already posing on the deck and pulling his horse's stance, looking like Zhu Changyuan was determined by a big horse with a golden sword, now he was trembling so much that he was about to pee his pants.

"You want to compete with me?" Polu looked at the guy and asked hesitantly.

The man's face turned pale, and seeing Polu take a step back timidly, he didn't even dare to speak to him.

"Come back! You are no match for him." Zuo Liangyu stretched out his hand to recall his subordinates, "Mr. Chang is surrounded by hidden dragons and crouching tigers. I have lost."

Although Zuo Liangyu lost, his tone was not forgiving. When he spoke, he especially emphasized the word "side" in his tone, and his intention was obvious: the people around you, Mr. Chang, are good, but unfortunately, you yourself are not so good !
Zhu Changyuan smiled and said: "General Zuo really knows the current affairs and retreats in the face of difficulties, he is also a hero!" With a wave of his hand, Polu was called back.

Polu walked gently behind him and stood side by side with Li Xin, like Zhu Changyuan's right-hand man.

"Hehe, I made everyone laugh." Zhu Changyuan cupped his hands at the people present, and said: "Chang is a rough man, but today is a literati meeting. I can't delay everyone's interest. In this way, you continue, my son. By the way, let’s take a look at Jiangzuo’s literary talent.”

As soon as he said that, the people at the scene suddenly became active.

After all, the theme of today's conference is fighting for literary talent, not martial arts.

Qian Qianyi smiled and bowed his hands to the crowd, and said: "Today, I was invited by Mr. Wang to come to this hometown of Qinhuai. I am very moved. Please don't hold back the young talents present here, and come to a grand gathering of articles."

"Hehe!" After Qian Qianyi finished speaking, Wang Ranming said again: "Mr. Wang is a businessman, just arty, you can do whatever you want. Today's gathering of talents and beauties in Jinling can be regarded as a grand event."

After talking for a long time, no one spoke first. Naturally, Qian Qianyi couldn't let the situation get colder, and said, "How about this? Today, let's take the scenery on both sides of the Qinhuai River as the theme, and everyone write a poem, how about it?"

"Okay!" Hou Fangyu clapped his hands in fear, and said, "Mr. Muzhai's words are absolutely true."

"Who will come first?" Li Xiangjun next to him tilted his head and asked with a small mouth.

"I'll come first." Qian Qianyi is the Wendou of the entire Jiangnan area, the leader of the Donglin Party, and he naturally does his part in this situation. Moreover, he knows that the literati below are waiting for him. If he doesn't speak, others will Nor will it steal the limelight.

Qian Qianyi stood up, looked at the vast river, sighed, and said: "Qinhuai scenery is true, Yingying Yanyan is in the sky, Jiangnan Wu Nong soft words, who will look back at Liaodong!"

"Now my Ming country is in trouble, and foreign countries are watching. It is said that everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the country. I am already over fifty years old, so I won't be arty with you young people. In this way, I will start with a poem, and you can do whatever you want."

Qian Qianyi thought for a long time, twirled his beard slightly, and chanted: "Bianhan barbarians wash Shenjing, mountains and seas are thinning and empty. There are no war drums at the top of Shenyang city, and dark swordsmen by the Daling River. Husband Changge is empty." Tears, the flames of war are flying to level Liaodong. Thousands of years of history will have a day, why do heroes need to be famous in the world?"

When Qian Qianyi said this, everyone on the boat was shocked.

It's not because of how talented he is, but because the content of this poem touches the line.

As long as you are a literati, you can easily see that this poem is clearly talking about the achievements of Liaodong soldiers guarding Liaodong, but in fact it is advocating Zhu Changyuan who has just been "violently killed" by the court.

It is even more taboo to say "Thousands of history will have a day, why should a hero be famous in the world?"

What is this doing? This is overturning Zhu Changyuan's case!This is mocking the court!To ridicule the Emperor Chongzhen's blind eyes, the general's fame has to wait for later generations to comment.

After hearing this, Zhu Changyuan smiled slightly. He had to say that he was very comfortable and enjoyed taking pictures of Qian Qianyi's horse!Unfortunately, this is not his purpose.

Today I am here mainly to sort out emotional matters, not to talk about state affairs, so Zhu Changyuan took advantage of the silence of the people, smiled and said: "Mr. History will have a day, why should a hero be famous in the world?"

"I'm on the scene, but!" Zhu Changyuan said again: "Today's literati meeting, I think we should only talk about romance and not about state affairs. The topic is too heavy, and listening to it will affect your mood."

"Hahaha!" Wang Ranming laughed loudly, and said, "As Mr. Muzhai said just now, let's take the scenery on both sides of the Qinhuai River as the topic, and only talk about Fengyue."

"Come on, let's untie the boat!" Wang Ranming waved his hand and said, "Let's go south along the Qinhuai River, watching and playing, and reciting poems to make a match. You don't need to be cautious."

While speaking, the painted boat moved slightly, and went upstream along the Qinhuai River, heading south.

On both sides of the river, two rows of sweet-scented osmanthus trees are planted. When the autumn wind blows, the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus on the whole boat is refreshing and refreshing.Beside the sweet-scented osmanthus trees on both banks, chrysanthemums are occasionally planted, blooming brightly in the autumn sunshine.

"Have it!"

Hou Fangyu stood up suddenly, and said to the sweet-scented osmanthus trees and chrysanthemums on both sides of the bank, "I have a question. Today I will use the sweet-scented osmanthus and chrysanthemums as the theme, and show my shame."

"Oh, this is Mr. Hou!" Someone in the crowd suddenly said.

"That's right, Mr. Hou is very talented, his essays are learned from the ancients, and he is quite like Han Yu and Liu Zongyuan. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a contemporary master." Someone praised.

Qian Qianyi nodded, and said to Wang Ranming: "This son of Hou Xun is very talented and not simple."

Zhu Changyuan's eyes moved slightly, and his eyes fell on Hou Fangyu.

Hou Fangyu is famous, and he still knows that in history, when the Qing soldiers entered the customs, Dorgon wrote a letter of persuasion to the national hero Shi Kefa, and Shi Kefa wrote back to Dorgon.

Hou Fangyu just meditated for about ten seconds, sorted out his thoughts, and then began to chant, saying: "The golden wind and blue sky entered my house, and the Qinhuai River slanted against the sun all the way. The fragrance of osmanthus and bright chrysanthemums are not as good as Wu Nu's peaches and plums."

"Good poem!" Hou Fangyu had just finished reciting, and Fang Yizhi next to him said: "From far to near, borrowing things to describe people, especially the last sentence, is really the finishing touch, Mr. Xiang, he praised you so much, you Hurry up and thank Mr. Hou."

Li Xiangjun, who was sitting on Hou Fangyu's right, blushed slightly, and said, "What do I thank him for, this rascal?"

"Hahaha!" Fang Yizhi laughed again, and Hou Fangyu felt a little awkward when he laughed.

In fact, Li Xiangjun also understood that the last sentence Wu Nu was referring to was her, but she didn't want to admit it in front of everyone.Although this Mr. Hou is not only handsome, but also talented, his family is rich, and he is infatuated with her.

However, Li Xiangjun was full of worries.

Her good sister Liu Rushi once told her that it would be really unlucky for a woman like them to find someone with such a good family background.

Zhu Guobi looked at Hou Fangyu and laughed, thinking that Zhu Changyuan didn't know, he explained to him: "Mr. Chang, this Li Xiangjun was originally named Wu, but later changed his surname to Li with his mother."

Zhu Changyuan nodded and smiled slightly.

Although he didn't know this kind of thing, it was understandable.For example, among those who deal in skin and flesh in modern society, which one will tell you their real names.

This is just a stage name, do you understand stage name?

Although Li Xiangjun is one of the eight beauties of the Qinhuai River, her fame has even been recorded in history, but after a thorough investigation, she is still a prostitute.Unlike Liu Rushi, she is a performer but not a person!
The big boat swayed at a very slow speed, and continued to head south. Fang Yizhi and Chen Zhenhui were also descendants of famous families, so they naturally refused to fall behind Hou Fangyu, and followed each other with a poem, which won the applause of the whole hall.

Hou Fangyu looked at Mao Pijiang and said with a smile: "Of the four of us, only Brother Mao is left. Brother Mao is not going to chant a song?"

Hearing what Hou Fangyu said, Chen Yuanyuan who was beside Zhu Changyuan slowly raised his head, and set his eyes on Mao Pijiang's body. Seeing him and Dong Xiaowan's affection for each other, they looked like they couldn't be separated for a moment, and felt a little uncomfortable .

Zhu Changyuan felt her abnormal movement and asked, "What's the matter, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No!" Chen Yuanyuan shook her head, and said to Zhu Changyuan in a low voice, "Your Majesty, do me a favor!" As she said that, she pressed her small mouth to Zhu Changyuan's ear, and whispered a few words.

Zhu Changyuan nodded and said, "It's okay, even if you don't tell me, I still have to ask him a few words!"

Fang Yizhi laughed out loud, and joked with Mao Pijiang: "Brother Mao is now in his arms, so he is in a different mood from us. Let's ask him to write about Yingying and Yanyan. Why don't we ask him about the happiness in the boudoir."

"Fah, you are shameless with the surname Fang!" Mao Pijiang just smiled, and his wife Dong Xiaowan was notoriously unreasonable, and said: "You dare to talk nonsense, next time you come to my house , there must be nothing to eat."

"Oh, sister-in-law, I was wrong!" Fang Yizhi slapped himself twice, and said, "Sister-in-law is a famous gourmet in Jinling, if I don't try your Dongtang when I come to your house It's not a big loss."

Everyone laughed loudly after hearing this, and the atmosphere became more and more enthusiastic.

Mao Bijiang pondered for a while, then stood up and said: "Since the brothers insist on letting me chant, then I will do my part. Please allow me to think for a moment, what is the topic?"

Before the words fell, Zhu Changyuan suddenly stood up from his seat, rubbed the folding fan in his hand "shua", first pretended to be aggressive, and then said: "Mr. I admire you so much, I dare to ask you a question today, what do you think?"

(End of this chapter)