Chu Zhongtian nodded. "This poem is very heroic. It expresses the emotion of life by describing the rise and fall of history. It is bold and unrestrained but also full of meaning..." "..." "..." Eerily quiet. suddenly, puff~ Chu Anyun sneered. "Dad, did you hear it? It wasn't "Linjiangxian" that they were reciting!" Chapter 350 Madman
"..." "..." There was silence at the table. No one can be happy forever, and flowers in spring can only remain red for a short time. The content of this poem is not difficult to understand: As time goes by, people do not have permanent health; after spring, the beautiful flowers will only bloom for a few days. What is Li Qingcha hinting at? The officials from the Ministry of Rites and the Honglu Temple were all shrewd men, and they could not help but ponder over the deeper meaning of this. Chu Zhongtian's eyes flashed. "I have never heard of this poem before, but is it a new work by Mr. Siwei?" Li Qingcha shook his head. "This poem is from the handwriting of a madman. There are many errors and absurdities in the manuscript. Moreover, there is no date, but the ink color and font are different, which shows that it was not written at the same time." mad Men…… Chu Zhongtian was still in deep thought. "But I think this poem is definitely not something that can be written by someone who speaks incoherently." After serving as an official for a long time, he couldn't help but consider Li Qingcha's deeper meaning. On the contrary, Chu Anyun on the side rolled his eyes and said, "Mr. Siwei, since it was written by a madman, there should be a complete poem, right? Otherwise, your Feihua Ling cannot be counted~" Li Qingcha nodded and chanted: The affairs of the world are like a boat with a short sail, moving sometimes to the west bank and sometimes to the east.
The moon turns waxing and waning, and the wind blows from the south and north several times. No one can be happy forever, and flowers in spring can only remain red for a short time. When you hear gossip, you must endure it, and act half stupid and half deaf. …… (Note: "Warning to the World", by Tang Yin, Ming Dynasty) Everyone was stunned, This poem... Li Qingcha was right. It looked like something written by a madman, because the first three sentences seemed like nonsense to them. The ship sometimes moves to the east coast and sometimes to the west coast? How many times has the moon turned from an irregular moon to a full moon, and how many times has the south wind turned into a north wind? There’s no need to write poetry about this! But the last two lines instantly raised the whole poem to a higher level. Someone was chanting softly, "You must endure the gossip you hear, and pretend to be half stupid and half deaf." Just listen to the gossip you hear, pretending to be deaf and dumb is also a way of life. Subconsciously, they looked at Chu Zhongtian. As a Grand Secretary, he was the most outstanding among those participating in the literary gathering in terms of political views and literary accomplishment. Whether he was a real madman or a fake madman would be determined by everyone in Chuzhong and the world. However, Chu Zhongtian also recited this poem repeatedly. Judging from his expression, he was obviously unsure. Luo Weiyang secretly gave Li Qingcha a thumbs up. Cattle! Li Qingcha's lips curled up. He used this poem to reject Chu Zhongtian. It was impossible for the other party not to hear the true meaning. Anyway, the goal was achieved. He cupped his hands. "Everyone, I wonder if the poem I just recited is acceptable?" Others woke up from their dreams. Chu Zhongtian nodded like a chick pecking at rice. "Of course it's a pass."
"That's good." "It's just... um... Mr. Siwei, who exactly is that madman? This poem may..." "The name is irrelevant, why bother to investigate it? I only know the name of this poem, which is "Warning to the World". I can't help but sigh at the arrogance of the poet. It's not wrong to call him a 'madman'." Li Qingcha's attitude is even more puzzling. Chu Zhongtian was tactful and didn't ask any further questions. During the following period of time, everyone had the madman's poems in their hearts, chewing and savoring them carefully, and for a moment they even forgot to continue playing Feihualing. Li Qingcha smiled, "Master Chu, you lose." Chu Zhongtian looked confused. "lose?" "The flying flower order has already been played once. According to the rules, you should be the first person to start the next round." "Ah this..." Chu Zhongtian reacted. Suddenly, he burst into laughter, picked up the glass and drank it all. The punishment for losing the drinking game is of course drinking. Then put down the glass, "I think we can't continue this literary gathering today. With the madman's poems, nothing we write can compete with them." Li Qingcha also started joking. "How can a normal person's poetry be compared with that of a madman?" "Mr. Siwei is really a wonderful person... In this case, why don't we stand up and move around, and play some games like throwing pots or shooting covers?" "The guest follows the host's wishes and follows the arrangements of Grand Secretary Chu." "However, Mr. Siwei, you are a monk, so pitching pots is no problem for you. As for the cover-shooting game, I heard that you can verify the fingerprints of different people, so guessing the object should not be difficult for you, right?" Finally, Chu Zhongtian invited Li Qingcha to be the referee. Li Qingcha didn't care. He played with a group of old men until the hour of Xu, and only then did he have a great time. Chu Zhongtian said: "Anjun, see Mr. Siwei off." Li Qingcha glanced at the officials from the Ministry of Rites and the Honglu Temple who had not moved. He knew that they still had something to talk to Chu Zhongtian about, so he naturally would not make things difficult for himself. She and Luo Weiyang followed Chu Anyun out of the hall. The three of them arrived at the gate of Chu Mansion.
Chu Anyun watched Li Qingcha get on the carriage, his lips trembling, but he couldn't help but speak. "Brother Li Shi, who wrote "Warning to the World"? Could it be a madman? Ah... No, no, it's not even certain whether the poem is called "Warning to the World"~" Li Qingcha secretly complained: Brother Li Shi... When did the Chu and Li families become family friends? Actually, Chu Anyun was just a little eccentric. He didn't want to call Li Qingcha, who was obviously the same age as him, "Mr. Siwei" because he wanted to be called a gentleman for no reason and take advantage of him in terms of seniority. Li Qingcha smiled. "A madman is a madman. I did not deceive Chu Daxueshi. The poem "Warning to the World" has not changed a single word." Ok, Tang Bohu is a madman, no problem. Chu Anyun raised his eyebrows, obviously not believing Li Qingcha. However, Li Qingcha didn't care whether the other party believed it or not. He reached out and pulled Luo Weiyang onto the carriage, then ordered the coachman to return to the Imperial Observatory. The breeze blows on your face, The conversation between Luo Weiyang and Li Qingcha drifted into Chu Anyun's ears. "I'm full." "Alas... I told you to eat less, but you refused to listen. You will probably have an indigestion tonight." "That would be so uncomfortable..." …… Chu Anyun: ￣□￣｜｜ I have to admit that Li Qingcha is really crazy. Chu Zhongtian is a high-ranking official. He held a banquet for a literary gathering. Li Qingcha brought a foodie with him, who looked like he was going to bankrupt the Chu family. This attitude was sick. You know, even if you are a prince, even if you are a crown prince, you have to observe etiquette if you are fortunate enough to attend a literary gathering. The girl couldn't help but shook her head. She walked back to the house and headed towards the hall. At this moment, a fierce quarrel was heard in the hall. "This poem could never have been written by Mr. Siwei. 'Linjiangxian' is generous and tragic, while 'Hechongtian' is free and easy. Both are profound and can only be written by a person with a broad mind." "Isn't "A Warning" meaningful enough?" "This……"
"If you ask me, 'Warning to the World' is no worse than those two poems!" …… Obviously, no one has figured out whether Li Qingcha is the madman she claims to be. Chu Anyun shook his head. My father and these uncles and aunts think things are really complicated. The girl knocked on the door.