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Chapter 300 Literary works with true feelings

The sun in the sky gradually turned to the west, and the servants set up shade curtains in the garden to prevent the sun from shining on the host and guests.

Everyone is very happy that Frederick has read Qingju's poems, and wants to hear the views of readers in the far north.

"By the way!" Aiman ​​suddenly remembered something, "I heard that Your Excellency Qingju has settled down in your Wessen State. Are you married and have children?"

Frederick just smiled, and he couldn't tell them that the senior sister had some postpartum depression back then, and she survived that time by beating herself.

"I don't inquire about the privacy of the author's life." He said calmly, "It's not good to disturb other people's life."

Anas thumped Aiman ​​hard, and said a little unhappy: "That's right, don't keep thinking about these things."

The others thought the same, and reprimanded Aiman ​​for 5 minutes, and didn't stop until he promised to invite a seafood banquet tomorrow.

Yvette asked Frederick again: "I heard that Your Excellency Qingju wants to seal the pen, is there such a thing?"

The people around immediately became serious when they heard the news. This news began to spread in the circle of book friends last year. At first, no one believed it, but the news came from several writers in the Kingdom of Sardinia, and its credibility suddenly increased.

There are different opinions on the reasons. Some people think that she suffered from a serious disease, some speculate that she was involved in a serious political struggle and was placed under house arrest, and some speculate that she was involved in the gang struggle in the south of the Kingdom of Sardinia in the past two years, but no one can tell. convincing evidence.

Frederick thought for a while and replied: "I heard before that our Wessen State Interpretation Court invited her to join, and she may have agreed."

"Interpreter court?" Yvette had never heard of it, and the people around were also questioning.

Among the many institutions in Wessen State, the reputation of the Translation Department is not very good in the outside world. The main reason is that they have been translating books in other languages ​​into Germanic over the years. There is also a little influence in the Osmarga Empire.

Along the Inner Sea, little is known about it because there are no books translated by the translation court for sale.

Frederick saw their confusion, so he explained: "The translation department is engaged in the translation of various books. It used to translate books in other languages ​​into Germanic. In recent years, it plans to start translating books from various places into various languages. language."

"In the near future, Sardinian works can be translated into many languages ​​and spread in more places."

"Similarly, works from more places will be translated into plain language, Sardinian and other languages, so that people can see more foreign works."

"Really?" Yvette looked a little excited, "So we'll be able to see Pu Lanwen's Gaul Kingdom poems and novels soon?!"

Frederick nodded with a smile.

In addition to cultural traditions, the spread of language is also affected by geography and commerce. The local language here is similar to the language of the Kush Kingdom. Because the trade with the Sardinian Kingdom is very prosperous, many people can speak Sardinian.

But there is not much connection with the Gaul Kingdom here, so there are very few people who understand Gaul, and only one girl among the locals here understands a little.

In recent years, Frederick has exchanged letters with his pen pal Françoise every month. He is naturally familiar with the Gaul language, and he has also experienced the cultural prosperity of the Gaul Kingdom during the communication. Witte was interested.

However, he and Françoise wrote letters and quarreled for half a year last year because of a certain matter. This time, he planned to meet while traveling this time.

Yvette brought the topic back to the theme of today's tea party. After taking a sip of tea, he asked Frederick: "Your Excellency Qingju's poems have changed a lot in the past two years, and they haven't been finalized. What do you think?"

Frederick replied seriously: "I think she was influenced by Duke Wessen."

Yvette is very surprised by this statement, because many people think that she is constantly trying and improving, and very few people think that she is not good enough to create a unified style, and each has its own reasons.

The same goes for the others, most curious, some seem a little annoyed.

Frederick said solemnly: "A few years ago, Duke Wesson published a book "Poems of the Marching Pot". In the preface, he pointed out that poetry, novels, dramas and other literary and artistic works can really move people's hearts. They all serve the spiritual core.”

Most of the people present were at a loss, and they seemed to have never heard of this "Poetry Collection of Marching Pot".

Although Frederick is well-known in the military, has been studied in government affairs, and is often studied in business, no one in the literary and art circles will look up to him because of this. Naturally, no one is interested in his poetry collection, let alone the name It has nothing to do with art.

But there are still readers. The girl Anas seemed to have found a bosom friend, and said excitedly: "Yes, that's what Duke Wesson said! He also said that literary works should not persuade others, but use true feelings Real feeling to infect readers!"

"Indeed, his poems have all kinds of formats, and the rhyme cards change from time to time, but each poem is very smooth to read, and you can understand the meaning of the poem after reading it once."

Frederick Juiy von Wessen smiled at the side, and the poems he wrote were first read to the cook and gardener at home, and they were considered successful when they understood them.

Anas' fiancé Aiman ​​asked her curiously: "When did you buy it? I haven't heard you mention it before?"

Anas replied: "Grandpa bought that collection of poems. When he reads it, he laughs and cries. Every time he finishes reading it, he wipes his sword. I read it out of curiosity."

"The poems in it are all about the army. Apart from fighting, there are many life in the army. Some soldiers miss their families, and there is even a poem about others 'coordinating' their washed clothes and leaving them to dry. Interesting."

Her father is the knight commander, her grandfather is the military support of the Valli collar, and her grandmother is the aunt of the Earl of Valli. As soon as the old man moved out, everyone became serious.

The atmosphere of the tea party was very free, and the topic changed suddenly. Everyone asked about Frederick's poetry collection, and Yvette, as the host, did not change the topic this time.

Everyone discussed for a while, and someone asked: "Duke Wesson paid for those poems?"

What he said is not impossible, some nobles will do this kind of thing for the sake of face.

Frederick rolled his eyes at the man, and said disdainfully: "You underestimate Duke Wesson. The commander goes to the company five to ten times a month to eat, live and train like ordinary soldiers. Those poems are based on real experiences."

Then he laughed: "Miss Anas said just now that someone's clothes were taken away while they were drying. I was too anxious to take his clothes once."

"The commander often said that literary creation is not something that comes out of sitting at a desk and chewing on a quill, but about entering into life, experiencing life, and sublimating life."

Everyone was amazed when they heard it, they had never thought of such a statement.

A girl said: "This is indeed the case. Your Excellency Qingju's poems in the past two or three years are all about daily chores, and everything can reflect your feelings for the people around you and life."

The others nodded in agreement.

An idea suddenly popped up in Yvette's mind, but the idea flashed by and he couldn't grasp it.

Everyone chatted for a while, when suddenly a servant ran over in a panic and whispered something in Yvette's ear.

Yvette's expression changed, and just as he was about to say something, a middle-aged man in a red robe strode over.

It was a Flame Church priest with a "C"-shaped hairline, with a very rigid and serious expression, followed by a young monk holding a tray.

The middle-aged priest quickly walked to the carpet, and Frederick stood up with the others.

Seeing "Sea Breeze Returning to Hong Kong" on the carpet, he snorted unhappily, and Yvette could only lower his head.

"Don't indulge in the poisons of heretics that make people lose their minds." The middle-aged priest looked very angry, and gave Frederick a vicious look, as if he was poisoning the thoughts of the young and pure believers of the Church of Flame.

Yvette replied respectfully: "Remember the teacher's teachings, and don't dare next time."

The middle-aged priest waved his hand, and the monk behind him walked up to Yvette with a tray, and there was a book with a red cover on the tray waiting to be delivered, which should be related to religious persuasion from the title of the book.

"This is the book you should read." The middle-aged priest said solemnly, "Stop reading those messy books."

Yvette respectfully agreed.

The middle-aged priest nodded in satisfaction, and led his men out of the garden in the setting sun.

(End of this chapter)