I, the queen and the father, start with a deer as a horse

Chapter 145 Beat yourself up?
Wei Xing came to think about it, anyway, the poem has already been written, so whoever reads it is still the same.

Nodding his head, he agreed:
"Okay, you come to read."

Then sat back down.

Seeing this, Liu Yu's eyes flickered, he stood up slowly, and said in a voice that everyone could hear:

"Beautiful scenery on a good day, beautiful wine and beautiful women, how can we do it without poetry to cheer us up."

"Although I am not talented, I am willing to compose a poem to attract jade!"

The voice fell.

Yiren Curie became quieter.

Everyone looked at the young man in Huafu who suddenly stood up, their eyes were full of bewilderment.

"Who is this person? Why did you suddenly stand up and want to compose a poem?"

"I heard that there is a poet named Liu Yu in the Zhou State Mission, and it should be this person."

"I don't know what kind of poem he wants to write."

There was a lot of discussion.

Seeing this, Zhou Zheng became nervous.

He knew that Wei Xing had come to find Liu Yu, the chief poet, to mess things up, so maybe something would happen.

"I hope he just writes poetry and doesn't make some messy metaphors..."

Zhou Zheng sighed inwardly, thinking so.

On the second floor, private room.

"It's finally here!"

The little empress felt her heart sank when she saw the man in gorgeous clothes who suddenly stood up and said he wanted to compose a poem.

Don't look at that Wei Xinglai was talking about rituals and music before, and he was going to compete in force.

In Wu Mingkong's eyes, it's all a small fight. It's better to win, but it doesn't matter if you lose.

But this poem is different!
If this Liu Yu really wrote an excellent satirical poem, it will definitely be spread all over the world and recited for thousands of years.

This is much more lethal than a few articles in the newspaper!
Although Wu Mingkong doesn't care much about these false names, if it can be avoided, no one wants to be written into the poem, and the reputation will last forever.
aside.

It seemed that she noticed that the little empress was a little uneasy.

Fang Xiu said softly:
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, the poem Liu Yu wants to compose has nothing to do with you, me, or the imperial court."

Hear this.

Wu Mingkong was slightly taken aback, looked at Fang Xiu with his beautiful eyes, doubts appeared in his eyes, and asked, "How do you know?"

Fang Xiu said indifferently: "Because the poem was given to him by the minister."

This traitor can also write poetry?
Wu Mingkong was startled again, and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but before he could speak, he heard a man's loud voice from downstairs.

"Zimo's red dust is coming, and everyone will look at the flowers."

Liu Yu read the first two sentences unhurriedly, picked up the wine cup, and sipped it lightly.

When everyone heard this, they all showed thoughtfulness and began to discuss.

"In these two lines of poems, the flowers themselves are not moving, but the people who see the flowers are moved by the flowers. They are ingenious and concise, and they are really excellent."

"Zimo Hongchen blows his face, although it depicts the prosperity of Chang'an City, but when it is placed at the Honglu Temple banquet, I always feel that it has a meaning."

As soon as this word comes out.

The rest of the people also had a different taste.

It is autumn now, and there are only a few kinds of flowers in full bloom.

If you want to choose an image, many are more suitable than flowers. Even so, Liu Yu still uses flowers as the title, which shows that flowers should be metaphors.
In this banquet at Honglu Temple, flowers are used as a metaphor...

Everyone looked thoughtful, and after just a moment, they showed sudden expressions.

"Liu Yu, is this a person who wants to catch up with the excitement and watch the flowers, as a metaphor for a person who is in power?"

"Then this flower should refer to Mr. Prime Minister?"

"The red dust is blowing on your face, does it mean that I have done a lot of dirty work?"

The officials present are all real Jinshi backgrounds, and all of them can be regarded as talented.

Combining the background of the poem and the identity of Liu Yu, one can quickly guess the irony behind the poem.

"He said he wanted to compose a poem out of nowhere, so you know he has no good intentions!"

"I didn't recruit him, I didn't provoke him, but I wanted to write a poem to satirize! Isn't that a bitch? You have to beat him up for being like a dog!"

The officials of Honglu Temple thought so, and looked at Liu Yu with anger in their eyes.

The members of the mission group, with smiles on their faces, admired the incompetence and fury of the people in Honglu Temple, and said in their hearts: "Anyone can write this poem, it's just a distinction between good and bad. I can use poems to ridicule you." , You can also use poetry to ridicule me, everyone is equal.

If you think this poem is too ironic, feel free to write your own as a counterattack!
If you can't do it, then you can't blame others! "

"A group of barbarians, how do you know the beauty of poetry and songs? I'm afraid you may not be able to write such exquisite satirical poems in a year!"

Think about it.

The members of the mission all showed complacency.

On the second floor, private room.

When the little empress heard the first two lines of the poem, she frowned slightly, and said coldly, "I know this bastard has no good intentions!"

Fang Xiudao: "Is there? Why doesn't the minister think so?"

The little empress looked at Fang Xiu, and said angrily: "He almost scolded him, our imperial court is a bunch of people who are stalking others, can't you hear that?"

Fang Xiu said leisurely: "I feel that His Majesty is thinking too much. Maybe he just wrote that the city is prosperous and there are many people who appreciate flowers?"

The little empress was a little angry, and snorted: "You traitor, you're pretending to be stupid!"

Fang Xiu squinted at the little empress, and said, "Your Majesty wants to be beaten?"

Not to be outdone, the little empress glared at Fang Xiu, and said:

"Take it as a donkey's liver and lungs with good intentions! I am doing this for you!"

"Do you know how many people will see your joke if this poem is spread!"

"From now on, you Fang Xiu will become an opportunistic and extremely flattering courtier for the sake of wealth and wealth!"

Fang Xiu was a little surprised, and asked curiously: "Isn't this the current minister in His Majesty's heart?"

The little empress was slightly taken aback, looking a little dazed.

But he quickly recovered and said angrily:

"Even if you are a courtier, you can only scold me! Others can't scold you!"

Hear this.

The corner of Fang Xiu's mouth curled up into a smile, and suddenly he reached out and held her catkin, and said in a gentle tone:
"I only read the first two lines of this poem, and I haven't read the last two lines yet."

The little empress felt her hand being held by Fang Xiu, and her heartbeat accelerated a little, she pretended to be calm and said, "It doesn't matter if you read it or not, I know what he's going to say."

Fang Xiu smiled and did not refute, but just looked downstairs through the window.

There.

Liu Yu put down the wine cup slowly, looking slightly drunk, and then slowly read the last two lines of the poem.

"...The thousand osmanthus trees in Jinnan Guanli were all planted after Liu Gong left."

The voice fell.

The whole Yirenju fell into deathly silence.

The members of the mission all stared wide-eyed, opened their mouths slightly, and looked at Liu Yu with expressions of disbelief.

Wei Xinglai's original smiling face had undergone earth-shaking changes, and his face was extremely gloomy!
The officials of Honghe Temple were a little confused.

"Where is Jinnan Temple? Why have I never heard of it?"

"And who is Mr. Liu referring to? I don't remember that there is someone named Liu among the gentlemen."

a while.

Someone just reacted and said:

"If you guess correctly, this Jinnan temple should be the Taoist temple of Jinyang Mansion."

"The Taoist temple in Jinyang Mansion? So this poem actually describes the court of the Zhou Dynasty?"

"Then who is this Mr. Liu?"

"unclear"

now.

The officials of Honglu Temple were not only confused, but also curious.

How could Liu Yu target his own people at a critical moment.

How would you describe this feeling?
It's as if you saw a burly man, walked up to you, raised his hand suddenly, and then slapped himself hard.

baffling.

Hard to understand.

the other side.

The members of the mission are very familiar with Jinnanguan and "Liu Gong".

Combining the meaning of the whole poem, it is not difficult to infer that Liu Gong here refers to Liu Xiangxing, a cabinet scholar and head of the household department who was forced to resign a year ago because of obstructing the New Deal.
After the Minister of the Household Department became vacant, it was His Majesty Shunhe's will to replace him, Wei Dongzheng and Wei Ge Lao who supported the New Deal and formulated many detailed rules.

As such.

The meaning of the poem does not change.

Still a satirical and flattering courtier!
It's just that the target has changed from Fang Xiu, the prime minister of Qianguo, and his henchmen, to the officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty, headed by Elder Wei Ge, who want to implement the New Deal!

Once such pungent and sharp satire is sent back to Jinyang Mansion, no need to think about it, it will definitely cause a storm!
and!

Everyone knows that Mr. Wei Xinglai is the nephew of Mr. Wei Ge!
Even Wei Ge's nephew was very dissatisfied with the New Deal, and even specially invited the poet chief to compose satirical poems in public at the Honghe Temple banquet!

After this incident got out, what did His Majesty think, what did Elder Liu Ge think, and what did the people of the world think?
Not surprisingly, this poem is sure to be the start of a new round of opposition to the New Deal!
"At the request of Mr. Wei, I have finished reading my poems. It's so trivial to throw a brick to attract jade. You are laughing at me!"

After Liu Yu finished speaking, he picked up the teacup, drank it in one gulp, and sat back.

When the members of the mission heard this, their expressions all became strange.

"At Master Wei's request, finish reading...not finish."

"So, it's Master Wei's idea to satirize Elder Wei Ge?"

"My nephew ordered someone to write a poem to satirize my uncle. This is the first time I've heard of such a thing."

"It's generous to laugh, it's generous to laugh."

"Then again, doesn't this justify the fact that the New Deal is unpopular!"

"As the ancients said, those who have attained the Dao will be helped more than those who have lost the Dao. Even my own nephew opposes the new policy. If you insist on going your own way, the final consequences will be unimaginable!"

The members of the mission inevitably discussed the New Deal while chatting.

Wei Xinglai heard the discussions coming from all around, and his eyes seemed to burst into flames.

He stared at Liu Yu with wide-eyed, bloodshot eyes, gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "Why did you do this!"

Liu Yu looked at Wei Xinglai, held the wine cup, took a sip, and did not answer.

Wei Xinglai seemed to have thought of something, and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth.

"Then how much money did the prime minister give you!"

Liu Yu stood up, walked up to Wei Xinglai, and held out a finger.

Wei Xinglai's eyes were red, he gritted his teeth and said, "1000 taels?"

Liu Yu shook his head.

Wei Xinglai said again: "1 taels?"

Liu Yu said leisurely: "I still gave him the 100 taels, not him."

Wei Xinglai's angry eyes were full of doubts: "What do you mean?"

Liu Yu said leisurely: "It means that I bought this poem from Prime Minister Qian."

Wei Xinglai's eyes became even more angry and puzzled, and he asked, "Why did you do this!"

Listen to him bring up the issue.

The chief poet of Yanbei Mansion seemed to have thought of something, his eyes revealed a look of sadness, and he said slowly: "First, if the new policy is implemented, I will have to pay more land taxes, and I will no longer be able to do as before. Take a stroll around the brothel, read a book, compose a poem, tease the oiran."

"Therefore, if there is a chance to shake the New Deal, why not?"

After a pause, he continued:

"Secondly, Mr. Liu Ge, who was impeached by the Wei Party a year ago for obstructing the New Deal and had to resign from office, is my distant uncle."

These words, like a hammer, slammed into Wei Xinglai's chest, making him unable to breathe for a moment.

After a while, I just eased up a bit, and asked with gritted teeth:
"Do you know what kind of turmoil your poem will cause when it is passed back to the capital!"

After hearing this, Liu Yu just shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, "What does it have to do with me?"

This time.

Wei Xinglai fell into silence, speechless for a long time.

a while.

Only then did he regain his composure, picked up a jug from the desk, slammed it on Liu Yu's head, and cursed:

"Dog! I will kill you today!"

　I feel that the writing of these two chapters is not very good, there is nothing refreshing, and it is a bit watery. I will sort out the outline tomorrow morning, sort out my thoughts, and apologize to everyone, sorry!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)