Water Margin begins as a captain in Yanggu County

Chapter 211: Poetry, a small thing, not worth a joke!
Li Shishi bowed politely again. Since the room was full of people, she picked up her pen and started writing quickly.

Obviously, they all came well prepared. They had been accumulating their masterpieces for who knows how long, and now they were about to pour them out. Who didn't know that this could reach the ears of heaven?
However, Su Wu and Cheng Hao were not prepared.

Cheng Hao was scratching his head anxiously, holding the pen in his hand, looking around for a few times, and then looked at Su Wu and said softly: "Brother-in-law, why don't you even hold the pen? Write quickly, no matter what, give it a try..."

Su Wu was not aloof. He smiled and nodded: "Let me think about it first..."

Of course, you have to think about it and find the right remedy. How should a girl please the emperor?
Su Wu also knew that many people today would definitely get it wrong. Many people would definitely write about the righteousness of the country and the loyalty of the king...

Or they would praise the emperor to the point that Zhao Ji was the only one in the world...

Su Wu thought that the right medicine should not only be for the emperor, but more importantly for Li Shishi. First, we should think about the relationship between Li Shishi and the emperor...

Then, what kind of attitude should Li Shishi have so that the emperor would not be tired of her, but even like her more and think highly of her...

This shows a kind of style...

This is also difficult...

Su Wu was in no hurry to start writing. He just looked around, and also looked at Cheng Hao. The way he scratched his head was really interesting. Cheng Hao scratched his head several times, then put down his pen, with a look of disappointment...

He also turned around and said, "Oh... my head is empty..."

Su Wu said casually: "Just think about the poems that women like..."

Cheng Hao nodded: "I thought about it, isn't it just the waxing and waning of the moon, the pain of missing someone, the sorrowful heart, the blooming and falling of flowers, the tears in the mirror, and the thin face... Just thinking about it, it seems that writing about these things is boring... No matter how much I write, how can I write better than others? What man likes such crying things all day long? Not to mention the emperor?"

Su Wu suddenly thought about it and realized that this was indeed the truth. He couldn't help but feel that his brother-in-law was not as useless as his father said, and he also had some things...

"Then think about something else..." Su Wu said casually.

Cheng Hao shook his head: "Forget it, forget it, I can't think of it..."

"Give up just like that? This is what the emperor likes!" Su Wu still felt a little regretful.

Cheng Hao still waved his hand: "How accomplished is the emperor? How difficult is it to move the emperor's heart? If I really have this ability, I can write anywhere, and I don't care about this..."

You know what, this brother-in-law is actually very smart!
But the people around me were already writing, sending their poems forward one by one, and then they were looking forward to it...

Su Wu wanted to show off, of course. He was well versed in the art of showing off. How could a scholar not have some dignity?

He has to wait, he has to be the last one, he has to appear after much anticipation...

He just didn't move, and even after everyone looked up, he didn't even look at them.

Just focus on the busyness at the beginning. Most of the poems are short, with a minimum of thirty to fifty words and a maximum of one hundred to eighty words. If you read a lot of poems, you can tell the quality of them at a glance.

Li Shishi took a look and found that it took only a few seconds for each picture to be taken. She would know whether it was good or not by scanning it.

In other words, writing lyrics is not a difficult task for those present, and even for the scholars of the entire Song Dynasty, it is not a difficult task. Even someone like Yan Qing, who often hangs out in brothels and taverns, can do it easily.

The difficulty lies in not being clichéd and yet leaving a lasting impression.

It's like Su Shi, who wrote two or three thousand poems in his lifetime, most of which were just written casually. Only those few of them have truly been passed down through the ages and become famous all over the world.

Just look at Li Shishi flipping through the papers one by one. She did keep some, but not many. Even more people were eagerly waiting for them, as if it was really like the imperial examination. It was as if Li Shishi was the examiner of the examination. It was as if the examiner would choose her, and the emperor would definitely like her very much...

When the emperor hears this in the future, he will surely be extremely happy, and will remember the name, and praise it countless times, calling it a great talent, a pillar of the country, and will support and support it...

Of course, Mo Chou would not think so simply. He thought much more deeply. For such things, he would no longer write one word at a time, but would talk endlessly, seizing every opportunity to show off and constantly deepen the impression, all in a subtle and silent way...

As soon as Li Shishi turned over dozens of papers and kept six or seven, she stood up to express her gratitude.

Mo Chou was among those who were thanked. The number one scholar was no joke, and even Li Shishi wanted to thank him a few more times individually: "Thank you again, Mo Shaoqing, for your kindness. Today, Mo Shaoqing's talent is slightly better and he deserves to be the first."

There was no envy, jealousy or hatred on either side, and they all stood up to praise his unparalleled talent. Envy, jealousy and hatred usually only occur among people of the same class. If the gap is too big, such things will not exist.

Mo Chou also stood up and bowed to both sides: "Mr. Li, thank you for your praise. It is just an ordinary work. If I can find a good work in the future, I will definitely send it to you as soon as possible..."

Li Shishi was very happy: "Thank you again, Mo Shaoqing."

Mo Chou looked around and suddenly said, "Mr. Li may not know that a scholar came today. It seems that the scholar has never picked up a pen..."

Here it comes. Su Wu has been waiting for a long time. He almost thought that he would not be able to wait any longer. He was a little anxious in his heart. This shouldn’t be the case...

You shouldn't be unable to wait! Is that a joke, Master?

Li Shishi was really stunned. She looked around and said, "Shaoqing, don't joke..."

Mo Chou waved his hands: "How dare you joke, today there really is a scholar here, the direct scholar of the Privy Council, Mr. Su! He is the one who..."

Following Mo Chou's hand, Li Shishi saw Su Wu, looked him up and down, and asked, "Shaoqing, are you really not joking?"

Mo Chou was about to speak, but Su Wu answered first: "Mr. Mo, you are joking... His Majesty's decree has not come down yet, and the imperial edict has not been issued yet. How can you call yourself a scholar? Su is just a warrior."

Although it is a bit hypocritical, this is the way to show off, and that's how you have to do it.

Just look at Li Shishi, who was really shocked. She couldn't help but wonder, is he a real bachelor? Such a young bachelor!

Why do you call yourself a warrior? Su...

I seem to have heard somewhere some time ago that there was a general who led troops to fight. He was very good at fighting and could also write lyrics. The emperor seemed to have praised him?
Is it the person in front of you?
How could Li Shishi not be serious? She immediately stood up and bowed again: "I pay my respects to Mr. Su!"

Su Wu still laughed: "I dare not..."

But then Mo Chou said, "Mr. Su is indeed talented, but why don't you pick up your pen today?"

Upon hearing this, Li Shishi also smiled and said, "Yes, could it be that I have neglected someone today?"

Su Wu stroked his short beard slightly, smiled and looked around: "No, no, I was just thinking about what lyrics were sung in Fanlou in the past? I couldn't help but think of the ancient sages, the great scholar Su, the little scholar Su, the doctor Qin, the master Liu... or the current Yi An... This kind of music is already the best. I thought that Master Li wanted to ask for a few new lyrics. If I can't come up with the best works, how can I show my ugliness here?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the room looked embarrassed.

Even Mo Chou's face darkened a lot...

Isn't this a curse?

Li Shishi also looked embarrassed, but she had a high EQ, so she quickly smiled to smooth things over: "Master Su, there is no need to think like that. Everyone has their own abilities. How can everyone be better than the ancient sages in the field of lyrics and music? It is originally a musical sound with flat and oblique tones, just to entertain people..."

Su Wu heard this and suddenly said, "Isn't the way to entertain people also the way of literary talent? If it is to entertain oneself, then it is fine. But if it is to entertain others, how can you write in a way that makes people laugh? Wouldn't that be entertaining others with yourself? I am a warrior. My ability to kill people in battle is to hit the target with one strike and draw blood. It is the same for me in the field of lyrics and music. If I write, I either don't write it or I should spread it all over the world!"

Su Wu spoke out!

Li Shishi's expression, which was still smiling, gradually became uncontrollable and she seemed to be stunned on the spot.

Looking around, everyone's face changed drastically. This Scholar Su was too arrogant!
Mo Chou's face turned pale. What's going on? What's going on?
Does this scholar Su really think he is the best in history? Can a person be so arrogant? Can a scholar be so arrogant?
That’s right, he said he was a warrior who killed people…

How could he be called a scholar? The emperor today is best known for his literary talent...

I wonder what the emperor would think when he heard what Mr. Su said today?

But no one knew that Su Wu had a purpose for what he said at this time. When others were writing the lyrics just now, he had seriously thought about many things, and that was to establish a wild personality.

In the world, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.

Su Wu did not have the ability to compose thousands of songs in his lifetime like Su Shi did.

Even if Su Wu was a plagiarist, he could not copy so much.

More importantly, there are only a few things that Su Wu can write, and they are all awesome lyrics. He can't write lyrics of average level.

Now that he has earned the title of scholar, these things are bound to happen. There is no other way, so Su Wu is forced to think of a way.

What tricks? I am a fucking warrior, I can kill people with just a sword, don’t let me write, if you let me write, I will make you all lose face, I really have this ability!
In the future, don't mention me in this regard. I am not someone you want to mess with. This is just my personality. Once I, Su Wu, take action, you will all pale in comparison.

It can only be this way!
Su Wu's life was also tiring.

The top scholar Mo Chou came here happily today, and he was also very happy just now. How could he feel happy after hearing Su Wu's words?
He couldn't help but say: "Mr. Su's words today were really wild and unrestrained."

Su Wu nodded: "Poetry is just a piece of cake! It's not worth playing with..."

What I mean is, what's so wild about this little thing? I don't even like it.

Su Wu took the initiative to add fuel to the fire. He knew that scholars should be harmonious and Mo Chou was not the kind of person without any self-cultivation. Since Su Wu did not want to be harmonious, he had to add fuel to the fire.

It’s also because of Mo Chou’s identity that Su Wu values ​​Mo Chou’s identity. How can he not be awesome as the top scholar of the Song Dynasty?

Unbearable...

The people on the field were even a little stunned. The Song Dynasty was the only one who could brag like this.

Even Cheng Hao, who was standing beside him, was so scared that he pulled Su Wu's sleeve...

Su Wu seemed not to notice and just continued: "Today, Mr. Li is here to ask for your poems. I think many of you are talented, but if you really think about it, I am afraid that no one can understand Mr. Li's thoughts, let alone understand what the emperor is thinking. No matter what you write, it's just so-so!"

Mo Chou is a man of some quality, and he is also very arrogant. If he heard these words again, even Buddha would be so angry that he would fume.

He just watched Mo Chou stand up, walk forward a few steps, and raise his eyebrows: "Mr. Su is valued by the government, so he must be a great talent. He is speaking wildly here today, so he must be talented. Please enlighten me!"

Others were angry but dared not speak out. Only Mo Chou was qualified to ask for advice. When Mo Chou said this, everyone was very happy and some even thought, "Top scholar, let's confront him, confront him, defeat him!"
Su Wu had a stern face. Now that he was a scholar, how could he not have some manners?

When everyone looked around, someone said, "You must have spent a lot of time at home scratching your heads and racking your brains to get to this day. As soon as Mr. Li started talking, everyone started writing furiously, as if their talent was about to overflow... You all want to use Mr. Li to show your face in front of the emperor. This is even more of a mean trick!"

Su Wu seemed to be crazy. With these words, he really offended everyone in the room. Who in the room was not embarrassed and blushed?
Even Li Shishi would lose face.

But Mo Chou came to ask: "If that's the case, why is Scholar Su here today?"

"I just happened to come here today. I'm from Jingdong, and I didn't know the scene in Fanlou is like this. I won't come here again in the future!" Su Wu really won't come here again in the future.

How could he look down upon the literary figures of the Song Dynasty at that moment?

He had many things to decide at this time. He had to be detached from the world and teach these literati, who both disliked him and were helpless.

One thing that must be confirmed is that Su Wu is an outlier in the literary circle.

This is a very interesting matter. Being an outlier is the key point, but the literary circle is even more of a key point. It is inevitable that it is a subtle influence that makes everyone subconsciously regard him as a member of the literary circle.

But he didn't like him and couldn't do anything about Su Wu.

There are benefits to doing this, that is, Su Wu can save himself from the trouble of many literati, but at the same time he can get many benefits by taking shortcuts.

For example, as long as people accept this point, no one will easily suspect that Su Wu is still plotting rebellion.

Li Shishi had no idea that today's invitation to write a few poems would lead to an argument. No matter how awkward it was, she still had to smooth things over: "Everyone, Su Xueshi, Mo Shaoqing, it's okay, it's okay. It's always like this when it comes to literary talent. It's hard to tell who's better. It's normal for scholars to be arrogant. It's okay, it's okay. Please sit down!"

How could Mo Chou still sit? This forced this scholar Su to act like this, is he the kind of person who lacks confidence?

He said, "Mr. Li, this matter has nothing to do with you. Since Scholar Su said so, if I leave today, how will the people in the world view me? I would like to ask Scholar Su to sing a song for us, so that we can be convinced... I, Mo Shoupeng, was the top student selected by the emperor. How could anyone treat me with such contempt?"

Su Wu was silent, and just said, "Editor Cheng, you take the pen!"

Cheng Hao was already stunned and even wanted to cry. He came here to show off today, but he never thought he would do it like this...

Brother-in-law, are you still pretending to be cool?

With countless thoughts in his mind, Cheng Hao quickly picked up the pen and looked at his brother-in-law eagerly.

My brother-in-law said, "Let's sing a short song. There's no need to waste time and ink."

Mo Chou came closer, held his head high, tilted his head and looked sideways, and just raised his hand: "Please!"

Su Wu said: "The wind and rain send spring away, the flying snow welcomes spring."

Cheng Hao just kept writing, feeling anxious, "Brother-in-law, this is just average..."

Mo Chou's mouth curled up slightly.

Su Wu continued: "Even though the cliff is a hundred feet of ice, the flowers are still beautiful."

Cheng Hao was sure in his heart, it’s OK, it’s OK, it’s OK… But this couldn’t keep up with the big talk just now… Brother-in-law…

Mo Chou's mouth curled up a little, and he looked sideways at everyone present. They were all looking forward to it. Even one person was pretending to be so powerful, so let's see what kind of person this person is.

Roll over, roll over, it’s better to roll over!
Su Wu continued: "Beauty does not fight for spring, but only announces the arrival of spring!"

Cheng Hao was completely anxious, sweating all over his face. This was already "Bosuanzi". These two sentences were really good, and they had already raised the level of prestige. But it was not enough. There were only two sentences left. After writing the last two sentences, Cheng Hao looked up at his brother-in-law and panicked...

Mo Chou had already lowered his head to look. Only the last two sentences were left. Once these two sentences were revealed, the difference in rank would be apparent.

Su Wu paused deliberately, stood up, took two steps forward, walked out of his seat, walked in front of Cheng Hao, looked around, and said: "This song goes, that is the character of Mr. Li, what the emperor thinks..."

Brother-in-law, why are you still talking about this? Hurry up!
Everyone held their breath, and suddenly let out a sigh of relief. Mr. Li was also anxious, wondering if a fight would really break out soon.
Just look at Su Wu's last words: "When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she will be smiling among the bushes!"

After he finished speaking, Cheng Hao wrote several times in a hurry. When the ink settled, Su Wu flicked his sleeves and said, "Let's go! From now on, I won't come again!"

Having said that, Su Wu took a step forward and walked away.

Cheng Hao seemed to be in a panic. He stood up, wiped his forehead, and hurried after him.

Mo Chou didn't react for a moment, then said: "You... Master Su, wait a moment..."

How could Mr. Su wait? He just walked out the door with the gait of a dragon and a tiger, without paying any attention.

Mo Chou was also anxious, so he lowered his head and read it again.

This, this... Is this good or bad...

This is actually kind of good...

But I heard that Mr. Li was still reminiscing: "The wind and snow sent spring away, and the flying snow welcomed spring. The cliff was already a hundred feet of ice, but the flowers were still beautiful. The beauty did not compete with spring, but only announced the arrival of spring. When the mountain flowers were in full bloom, she smiled in the bushes..."

Is it good? If you say Meilai, then it is already very good.

But why is it just talking about plum blossoms? Isn't it also talking about people?
Just now, Mr. Su also said that this is about Mr. Li’s character. What kind of character is that?
If Li Shishi sang it and sang it for the emperor to hear, wouldn't the meaning behind it be touching?

Isn't it saying that he, Li Shishi, is the beautiful flower on the ice in winter? The beauty does not compete for spring, isn't it telling the emperor, I don't compete for anything, I just want your concern in my heart?

Not to mention, no matter what time it is, the winter plum blossoms are waiting only for that official, without any sorrow, loneliness or sadness, only waiting happily...

There's really everything in between these kinds of emotions.

It talks about love and longing, but it is not sad, nor annoying... It talks about itself... and the firmness of this relationship...

Li Shishi thought about it and felt something in her heart. She looked up, but where was the figure of Master Su, walking like a dragon and a tiger?

But he lowered his head and looked again, not talking about himself, but also about that scholar Su. Wasn't this song also a description of his own noble character?
"I understand..." Li Shishi suddenly said something inexplicably.

Everyone looked up.

Li Shishiyi was pleasantly surprised: "I remember now, Master Su has another song about plum blossoms, also in this tune, you may have heard of it..."

Mo Chou asked, "Which song?"

"Beside the broken bridge outside the post station, the flowers are blooming lonely and ownerless. It is already dusk and I am alone and sad, with the wind and rain. I have no intention of struggling for spring. I let all the flowers be jealous, and they fall into the mud and turn into dust, only the fragrance remains the same." Li Shishi casually picked it up, and then said: "I heard that this song was written by Huzhou in front of 200,000 bandits..."

After these words were spoken, everyone in the room fell silent.

Mo Chou opened his mouth... swallowed, and took it back.

Even Su Wu's words are still lingering in my mind: Poetry and lyrics are just a piece of crap, not worth playing with...

Li Shishi said slowly: "These two plum blossoms really tell my true feelings... but it's a pity... he really won't come again!"

Even when he said this, Mo Chou felt even more uncomfortable. What did Mr. Li mean by this? Was he blaming me? Was he blaming me for making him unable to come?
Mo Chou lowered his head to watch. He had to say that this song was bad... But... he couldn't say it was bad even after watching it again...

Listen to another poem about plum blossoms with the same rhythm...

If I have to say it's not good, I really can't bring myself to say it.

Ugh……

Mo Chou looked around, and everyone looked at him. It seemed that he could not do anything anymore... Then Mo Chou sat down and said, "Pour some wine. I will think about it and compose another song..."

This is to save face, and also to hope that he can come up with a song that surpasses the two Mei works.

Li Shishi immediately tried to smooth things over: "My dear talents, it was just a misunderstanding just now. In a day or two, I will send someone to talk to Su Xueshi and resolve the issue. It goes without saying. Today, I will sing a few songs for you. Please don't miss the chance to drink and enjoy the meal, please!"

The atmosphere turned back to normal. Mr. Li was singing in person, which was something not everyone could hear. Wasn't it an honor?
Su Wu took Cheng Hao out, mounted his horse and rode away.

Cheng Hao's heart was still beating wildly, and he also said: "Brother-in-law, from now on, can we... just..."

"No!" Su Wu said this and laughed. He was actually very happy today. He thought that what happened today would be known to everyone in Bian Jing in a few days, and would probably be known to the whole world in the future.

If he were to act this wildly once or twice, his character would be well established, and I don’t know how much trouble would be saved.

"Brother-in-law...it's true..."

Su Wu interrupted again: "Why? I am still afraid of them? If they get angry, can they beat me? Even if they join forces, they can't beat me!"

Cheng Hao suddenly laughed. Is this the case?
Su Wu was still waving his hands: "If they dare to attack me, I will slap them all against the wall!"

"Haha...brother-in-law, you...you...you..." Cheng Hao laughed so hard that he fell over. He knew that his brother-in-law was not a fool and was just joking.

But Fan Yun behind him suddenly said, "General, who do you want to fight?"

Cheng Hao also turned around to look. A dozen burly men behind him suddenly glared at him. Cheng Hao waved his hands repeatedly: "I won't hit anyone, I won't hit anyone..."

Fan Yun added: "Is there anyone showing off his power in front of my general? Whoever it is, go ahead and beat him up!"

"No fighting, no fighting. The poetry gathering has already been a great victory!" Cheng Hao explained again and again. How could he not know the methods of these ruffians by now?

If we rush in and start fighting, the whole city of Bianjing will explode tomorrow.

Su Wu also waved his hands and smiled: "There is no fighting in Dongjing City! This is not the time to fight."

"Oh!" Fan Yun nodded.

Su Wu collected his thoughts and said, "I have seen the prosperity of Bianjing City, but it is just like this! It is not very interesting..."

Cheng Hao also understood a lot at this time, and asked with a smile: "Brother-in-law, this is not fun? You have enjoyed all the fun by yourself... I don't know how people in Bianjing will spread the news about you tomorrow or the day after tomorrow..."

Su Wu waved his hand and said, "Poetry is just a small thing, not worth playing with!"

Cheng Hao looked at him with shining eyes, but he just couldn't learn it. If he could learn this trick from his brother-in-law, it would be the peak of his life.

But he also said: "Brother-in-law, today, I am also happy..."

"Huh? Why are you happy?" Su Wu also asked.

"His brother is Mo Chou, his sister is Mo Li..." Cheng Hao smiled bitterly.

"Is it her?" Su Wu asked.

Cheng Hao nodded: "It's her. Her father, Mo Bian, was a minor official in the Ministry of War. His position was not high. My father was considered young and middle-aged. His family has been in Bianjing for a long time. So, they are actually a good match..."

Obviously, Cheng Wanli had his moments of glory in the past, when he passed the imperial examination at a young age. Countless people took exams for decades before they could pass the imperial examination and become a Jinshi.

Therefore, Cheng Wanli was a young talent back then, and he was a good match for the Mo family's daughter if he was arranged to be married as a child.

But who would have known that after more than ten years, Cheng Wanli would go around in circles, while Mo Bian was promoted repeatedly to the rank of doctor, and the gap between them began to widen.

When the eldest son, Mo Chou, gets the top spot in the imperial examination and is favored by the emperor, the gap between the Mo and Cheng families will be completely widened. With Zhang Bangchang behind them, they will become a prominent family in Tokyo.

Cheng Wanli, still going around in circles.

How can this marriage still count? It's just a joke from the past.

Su Wu understood all this, which was a bit ridiculous.

No wonder Cheng Hao deliberately introduced himself first, and then Mo Chou just said that he was the son of Mr. Cheng from Jingdong, and there was no second sentence...

In fact, when two people know each other, even a single word of courtesy is enough.

Su Wu said inexplicably: "Let's go back and sit for a while!"

Cheng Hao hurried over and said, "Brother-in-law, don't worry about it. It's all old news. I felt great just now. Don't worry about it."

"General, where are you going? Are you going to beat someone up?" Fan Yun asked from behind.

Cheng Hao turned around quickly and said, "Don't hit me, don't hit me..."

Su Wu also laughed: "If you had told me earlier, I would have said a few more words to him and explained it to him properly..."

"It's not his fault. After all, it's the parents' order..." Cheng Hao replied.

"What's his father's name? Mo Bian, yes... remember it..." Su Wu really wrote it down.

As the saying goes, don’t look down on the young and poor. Things change over time. The three-year agreement has come to an end. Please welcome the Dragon King back!

Assistant Minister of War, what happened to Assistant Minister of War?
Su Wu also asked: "Whose family did Mo Li marry to?"

Cheng Hao quickly shook his head: "I don't know!"

"I can answer this question by asking myself..." Su Wu said.

Cheng Hao sighed, "Alas... why should I care so much? Now, I am just waiting for my father to come back. I am afraid that the door will be broken down by people who come to propose marriage... A real man will never worry about not having a wife."

Su Wu also looked at Cheng Hao. This Cheng Hao was really becoming more and more like a real man.

Without saying much, he rode forward and talked about business: "The troops will arrive soon. You will be responsible for the various places in the capital. You will be responsible for this matter..."

"Okay!" Cheng Hao nodded.

"When Fang La arrives, just take him to the prison of the Imperial City Bureau first, and inform the Imperial City Bureau to send our own people to guard him." Su Wu continued.

"Yes, sir!"

"Let's go home..." Su Wu squeezed the horse's belly and the horse quickened its pace a little.

The house Su Wu bought is not far from his home, and it is a pretty good house.

Logically speaking, if you really want to get married, you should buy another house. On one side is the Cheng family, and on the other side is the Su family. You should look around the neighbors to see if there is anything for sale. You should also look for the business and houses of the emperor's family. Their family has tens of thousands of houses in the capital.

The night was getting a little late, and the bustle of Bianjing City slowly faded away.

But someone was pleasantly surprised. Li Shishi from Fan Lou was overjoyed. It was not for anything else, but that the noble person had come so late tonight...

Fortunately, the makeup is still there, so after a little touch-up, I can go to meet my beloved, without having to wash and dress up again.

The nobleman sat on the couch, supporting himself with his arms, as if he was half lying and half sitting, with one leg stretched out and the other on the ground, tapping his knees lightly with a folded fan...

As soon as the beauty comes, the nobleman smiles gently, a smile that shows incomparable elegance.

"The slave family..."

Without waiting for another word, the nobleman raised his fan and said, "Come and sit beside me."

The beauty walked over and sat down gently. The nobleman stretched out his folding fan and gently touched the white and smooth area under her chin.

As soon as their eyes met, the beauty reached out and gently opened the folding fan, lowered her head, and was extremely shy.

“Hehe…” The nobleman also laughed. This scene was so good that the man’s heart softened. The nobleman said, “Let’s sing a song first.”

"Your Majesty, before you sing the song, let me tell you something new and interesting. Would you like to listen?" the beauty also asked.

"Listen, tell me what you say, how can I not listen?" The nobleman did not sit upright, but lay down at an angle, with a big pillow just right for his waist and back.

"Does the emperor know who came to Fanlou today?" The beauty asked first. This is always the way to tell a story.

"Who? Oh...Mo Chou." The nobleman also guessed.

"Well, he is here..."

"The songs he composed are already outdated. A few years ago, the number one scholar was still young, lively and proud. As the saying goes, "the horse gallops fast in the spring breeze", there was still some meaning in that. But now, he has learned poorly..." The emperor could comment on these things easily.

"Not only him, but there is another person who the officials can't even guess..."

"Oh?" The nobleman sat up straighter.

Then the beauty said, "Mr. Su!"

"Mr. Su?" The emperor was stunned. The emperor had seen a man called Mr. Su many years ago, and he had passed away many years ago.

Even now, the emperor still misses her. In order to ease the pain of missing her, not long ago, he invited Su Guo, the son of Su Xue Shi, to the palace to paint a picture of "Dead Tree", which is quite similar to his father's style.

The beauty also laughed: "If it's not that Scholar Su, how can we still see the great Scholar Su? Isn't that a dream?"

The emperor also laughed: "I was just saying, who is the other scholar Su?"

"Your Majesty, please think about it..." How could the beauty's every frown, smile and word not be flirting?

The emperor thought about it seriously and suddenly realized that this was what happened today. He just patted his forehead and said, "Oh, I know, I know, haha...it turned out to be him, how about him coming? What's interesting?"

The beauty is said to be dancing with joy.

The emperor laughed again: "Arrogant and unruly, a soldier in battle, interesting... interesting! What song can you write?"

The beauty stood up and brought the pipa to the side of the couch. The soft pipa opened and closed gently, and the beauty of the music was beyond words.

The emperor's closed folding fan tapped lightly on his knees, each beat following a rhythm.

After the song was finished, the beauty raised her eyes shyly.

The emperor said, "Good, it's really good, it's really good, the first song, the second song, the first song is about the battle, the second song is about the lights, the second song is about the second song, when the two songs are played, there will be no plum blossoms in the world!"

"Well, the emperor is really good at commenting!" The beauty can also speak.

The emperor smiled and said, "I gave you this song, which is a good gift. It also speaks of himself, a noble man!"

"How can the scholar appointed by the government be bad?" the beauty would say.

"My Lord, how good is your ability to judge people?" the emperor continued to ask.

"Well, all wise kings in ancient and modern times are no more than this!" The beauty had already put down her pipa and sat down beside the couch again, but she still had something to say: "But he said that he would never come again."

The emperor waved his hand and said, "A man of great talent has his own quirks. It's all right. If I have time, I will talk to him and teach him!"

"Really?" The beauty was overjoyed.

"Really, really, your words are not joking." The emperor smiled and said, "Poetry is just a small thing, not worth playing with. Haha... interesting, interesting, I like it, and it scolds me as well... But his "Ten Essays on Obscene Sacrifice" is really great."

"The emperor's poems are not minor. The emperor is also good at calligraphy, painting, and the art of playing the musical instrument and chess. The emperor knows a lot more, which is not included in what the scholar Su said..." The beauty just kept praising, with full emotional value.

"Hehe..." The emperor glanced over and suddenly smiled mysteriously: "I am also good at something, Master, come, come!"

come come come...

The hibiscus tent is warm, the spring night is short...

It was already daybreak, and Su Wu was at home. He washed himself several times, had some breakfast, and then practiced martial arts, preparing to go out on his errands.

Suddenly, a man came to the door. He was a servant from a wealthy family and brought a letter.

The letter is addressed to: Written by Mr. Su himself.

Su Wu opened it right at the door and looked at the signature first. He was stunned: Li Yian!
Li Qingzhao?
Li Qingzhao is in the capital?

Looking at the content again, Su Wu was scratching his head. He came here to scold people. Maybe the word "scold" is not appropriate. He came here to criticize people. What he criticized was actually Su Wu's words last night. The poem was just a piece of trifle and was not worth mentioning.

How did the news spread so quickly? Did you know about it so early in the morning?
It is a long and eloquent article, from Fengya Song to Cao Zhi, from Cao Zhi to Li Bai and Du Fu, from Li Bai to Yan Shu...

Su Wu felt a headache after reading this, but he actually understood one thing: poetry is worth reading and has great significance!

Impressed!

Su Wu asked the messenger in front of him, "Who are you from?"

"I am a servant of the Wang family of Duke Wengong..." the servant replied.

Duke Wengong? Su Wu is a countryman, I need to think about it, um... Wang Gui, the Prime Minister of Yuanfeng, oh... his son Wang Zhongshan, oh, Li Qingzhao's uncle's family...

Li Qingzhao went to live with her uncle. She was truly no ordinary woman.

This has provoked the Song Dynasty's "King of Dissent", Li Qingzhao, who is a person who dissents the heavens, the earth, and the air. She also dissents Wang Anshi, Su Shi, Zhao Mingcheng, and her uncle Wang Zhongshan...

This makes sense. There must have been a member of the Wang family present last night. He must have been very excited when he returned...

Li Duidui of the Song Dynasty, this is provoking, the other person's poetry is peerless and famous all over the world, but Su Wu insisted on saying that the other person is not worth a damn...

Of course, he was still polite in his criticism. He was discussing the Dao with Su Wu, being polite and restrained, citing classics, and befriending him as a good friend. It was much more pleasant to hear than criticizing Wang Anshi and Su Shi...

Su Wu had a headache and said, "That..."

The Wang family's servant immediately bowed and waited for instructions.

"When you go back, tell them that I have been very busy lately. After I finish my official business, I will come back to discuss this with Master Yi An." Su Wu said.

"Greetings, Scholar!" The servant bowed deeply and turned away.

Su Wu suddenly said, "Come back, you still say... I drank a lot last night, and was arrogant for a while. Well, let's talk about the poems of Yi An Jushi, which are the great way! Others are all minor ways. When I have time in the future, I will discuss the way with Yi An Jushi again. Let's put it this way... Go..."

"Bow again, scholar!" The servant stood up and walked again, walking slowly and looking back. He looked back several times and saw that the scholar didn't call him anymore, so he walked faster again.

"Alas... isn't this so unlucky?" Su Wu muttered and mounted his horse!

Just wait until you get to the Privy Council and go to meet the leader first.

When the leader saw him coming, he just said, "Go, hurry to the imperial city. The government will send someone to summon you this morning."

Su Wu was stunned. He had been back for several days, so why did he suddenly come to summon him? Could it be the same incident from last night? It couldn't be that soon, right?
"Why are you still standing there? How can you let the emperor wait for you? Remember what I told you. The emperor is actually easy to get along with. Don't think too much and don't be nervous. The more you think and get nervous, the more you will end up making things worse." The leader reminded.

"I understand." Su Wu bowed, turned around quickly, and rode out on his horse.

Go straight to Zuoye Gate and wait for the message.

When the message came, I followed a eunuch there. I had been there once, but as I walked, it seemed like I had never been there before and I was not very familiar with the place. This imperial city is really big.

Walking along... Damn, it's so exquisite. There are pavilions, towers, strange rocks and trees, flowers, birds, fish, insects, and mountains. It's really a different scene with every step. The front, back, left, and right are different. Even the windows of the corridor can frame a bunch of scenery, and each window is different...

Su Wu understood and knew where he was going. This was Wansui Mountain and this was Genyue.

Deer are walking, cranes are calling, mandarin ducks are playing in the water, and two rabbits are walking on the ground...

The emperor sat in the pavilion, plucking the strings of the zither to produce clear sounds.

Su Wu stood outside the pavilion, bowed, and listened slowly...

As ethereal as the abyss of a canyon, as fierce as the Milky Way spilling out of the ground...

How can one word describe it?
After the song was over, just as the emperor slowly withdrew his hands, gently opened his eyes and turned around to look at him, Su Wu hurriedly bowed.

The emperor smiled and said, "Come closer and sit down."

Su Wu just said: "I dare not..."

"Why must you be so polite, scholar?" the emperor asked again.

"Then I will take a seat..." Su Wu nodded, thinking, what's the matter? Why did you rush me here? I'm so busy...

(Brothers, this should be fun..... oh oh oh oh oh...)
(End of this chapter)