Chapter 132 Daxing Wenzhi "This proposal is good!"
"The country must not only deter with force, but also promote civilized governance!"
Civil servants all agreed.
On the other hand, the generals looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes. Among them, there were many Confucian generals who were knowledgeable about literature, Taoism and military strategy, but they were no match for civilian officials when they wrote poems on the spot.
Li Shilong proposed that poetry fighting not only mediate conflicts between civil and military officials, but more importantly, when necessary, use civil servants to frustrate the arrogance of military generals. This is the way to balance.
At this time, a civil servant suggested: "Your Majesty, today the world is at peace, and your Majesty's civil and martial arts are as holy as those of ancient kings. I have a poem, please appreciate it by your Majesty!"
Everyone pricked up their ears and heard the man reciting.
Qin Mo almost vomited. This was too much for a dog to praise. It was so straightforward to praise someone.
Looking at Li Shilong, he was smiling and obviously in a good mood.
"Your Majesty, Wei Chen has finished reading!"
said the man.
"Qin Mo, cut him a deer leg!" Li Shilong said with a smile.
Qin Mo was speechless, but he still did as he was told. The minister was so excited that he burst into tears of gratitude.
I really cried with snot and tears on the spot, which blinded Qin Mo.
Sure enough, the literati are much better than the military generals.
Afterwards, everyone wrote poems one after another, some praising Li Shilong.
There are also those who use poems to express their ambitions, in short, all in order to attract Li Shilong's attention.
"Liang Aiqing, your poetry is outstanding, why don't you compose poetry?" Li Shilong wanted to see what poetry Liang Zheng would do.
But Liang Zheng had no intention of writing a poem. Instead, he said firmly: "Your Majesty, too much praise will make people immersed in it. Daqian is far from peaceful and peaceful for the country and the people. If you are content with the status quo, you will lose your original intention. Civil servants are not afraid of death." Advice, military commanders are not afraid of fighting to the death, and only by doing great things can the country be peaceful and the people be safe."
Qin Mo looked at Liang Zheng with a different eye. Apart from being a bit old-fashioned, what Old Liang said was quite reasonable.
It would be better if you don't cause trouble for him.
Li Shilong looked displeased. This Liang Zheng was suppressing his principles every day, but he still couldn't refute.
Don’t you understand the degree of relaxation? It's Dong Shou now, do you have to go against him? The originally lively atmosphere suddenly turned cold.
At this time Gongsun Wuji stepped forward to smooth things over, "Wei Chen has a poem here, please appreciate it by your majesty!"
Li Shilong suppressed his displeasure. After listening to Gongsun Wuji's flattering poems, he felt much better.
The atmosphere at the scene was also very lively. After this time, someone said: "Old man Cheng, you don't claim to be a Confucian general, why can't you fart for a long time?"
Cheng Sanfu's face darkened, "Does a Confucian general know how to write poetry? It's enough for me to know the art of war!"
"Everyone is participating, but you are the only one drinking. Isn't it too boring? Isn't it possible that no one among you can compose a poem?"
This suddenly ignited the emotions of the generals, "Who said none of us can do it?"
"That's right, let's compete if you're not convinced!"
Someone in the crowd said: "The poems you just mentioned are too false. They are either flattering or false. How about we use the battlefield or battlefield as the theme?"
"There's nothing wrong with it!"
"Isn't that easy?"
Wenchen was very confident.
Li Shilong took a sip of wine and didn't stop him. These people were really ignorant. Wasn't this delivered to their door? If Liu Chenghu was here, they might still be able to compete.
Liu Chenghu was good at fighting, a Confucian commander, and had outstanding literary talent. Even Liang Zheng often praised him.
Although the remaining ones have some literary talents, they can at most write a few limericks!
"I'll come first!"
Gongsun Wuji understood what Li Shilong was thinking, and said: "Golden armor and iron horse." Almost every two steps he took, a poem came out of his mouth. The poems were also very majestic, which attracted everyone's applause.
"Okay, I've finished reading, it's your turn!" Gongsun Wuji said with a smile.
The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense. On the general's side, everyone was whispering to each other.
Even Cheng Sanfu knew that this poem written by Gongsun Wuji was very good.
Everyone frowned, and the sons of military commanders also became anxious.
"Are you good or not? It's been ten breaths and no one has accepted the challenge?"
"Why are you urging me? Poems can only be obtained by patting your head. Don't you think about it?" Cheng Sanxu replied.
"But you have to have a time limit. If you want to come up with it tomorrow, do we have to wait until tomorrow?"
"That's right, the maximum is thirty breaths. If you can't do it at thirty breaths, you lose!"
Cheng Sanxu whispered to Li Cungong: "What should I do? Have you figured it out?"
Li Cungong's eyes widened, "I can't think of anything, but Gongsun Wuji's poem is a top-notch poem. If I could think of it, wouldn't I become a civil servant?"
Cheng Sanxu looked at the others, "Which bastard just said that there was a poetry competition? You guys know how to believe it, isn't that the old man playing with embroidery needles?"
Hearing this, many people laughed.
Gongsun Wuji showed a proud smile on his face.
Although this is just a small competition, it is the victory that civil servants have longed for.
Da Qian was about to establish a country.
It has been almost 20 years now, and there are battles almost every year.
Therefore, the status of military commanders is very high, while the status of civil servants is not too high.
After all, what the two sides are fighting for is nothing more than rights.
"Do you know poetry?"
Cheng Sanfu looked at Cheng Dabao and others, and their heads shook like rattles.
"A worthless thing who can't even write poetry!"
Cheng Sanxu cursed.
Cheng Dabao and others are extremely wronged. Don’t you yourself know how to do it? Why should you ask them to know how to do it?
"It's been twenty breaths now, you still have ten breaths left!" Gongsun Wuji reminded.
Gongsun Chong, Du Youwei and others looked at each other and laughed.
In other words, there is no one on Wenchen's side who doesn't laugh.
Qin Mo hit Ha Qie, feeling that they were really boring and quarreling with children. If he didn't like the other party, he could just hit them with his fists.
If you have to fight for poetry, this is fine. If someone uses the provocation method to stimulate you, you will go straight to the head.
It can be expected that the general will be embarrassed after a while.
But it has nothing to do with him.
Seeing that the agreed thirty breath time was coming, a man suddenly said: "Qin Hanzi can do arithmetic. The two Liang masters can't compare with him. He can definitely compose poetry!"
The person speaking was none other than Cheng Dabao! Cheng Sanxu was also stunned, "Yes, why did I forget Qin Mo!"
He looked at Qin Mo and saw that Qin Mo had a confused look on his face. He strode forward and slapped him on the shoulder with a palm as big as a cattail leaf fan, "Nephew Qin, this matter is related to the glory of our military general. As a I’ll leave the poetry to you!”
Cheng Sanfu secretly gave Cheng Dabao a thumbs up. He knew that no one among the generals was right, so he simply blamed Qin Mo for this matter.
Anyway, he is a fool! (End of this chapter)