Shushan: Extinction

Chapter 39: A Poem That Intimidates the Prime Minister
Gong Tianwu changed the subject:
"My teacher admired the old man very much when he was alive. He said that the old man was a scholar of genius, and he was also innovative and unique in launching the Gui School. He could be said to be a leading figure in the literary world and would definitely go down in history."

"It's a pity that he didn't live long enough. He was so regretful before he passed away that he couldn't ask the old man for advice in person. So I'd like to ask the old man to fulfill my master's last wish and make a bet with me. The content of the bet must be related to literary matters. If I lose, I will offer this treasure to you with both hands!"

When the man with the moxa sticks said this, the people below were shocked again and started talking about it.

Some people think that Suosongke is really bold, some think he has ulterior motives, and some think that he has reached the pinnacle of flattery and is a formidable opponent.
For example, Xu She, the doctor of the Ministry of Justice, suddenly slapped his thigh, his face full of surprise and admiration, and whispered:

"What a good trick! What a good trick!"

Several friends around him immediately said:
"what happened?"

"What do you see?"

"Tell me quickly."

"I'm all ears."

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Xu She looked around and said in a tone of regret:

"You are also well-read people. Have you read the second chapter of "The King's Hunt"?"

"When the king goes out hunting, he needs the guards and generals around him to drive the prey nearby, so that they will run to the king's carriage on their own initiative, and then the king can shoot them personally."

"Does the king lack prey? What he lacks is the joy of hunting with his own hands! If the king is in a good mood, won't the people who chased the prey win big prizes?"

When Xu She said this, the eyes of the people around him widened!
"I see!!"

"This Suosongke actually wanted to use such means to deliberately bet on losing this treasure to the elder. How can a gift from others be as satisfying as winning it with your own hands?"

"If this person enters the court, will there still be room for people like us to stand beside the elder?"

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No matter what people were saying at this moment, an old fox like Da Zong Zheng had already excitedly smelled a hint of something ominous.

Because when Suosongke said this in front of so many guests, he directly forced Lord Yan into a desperate situation. He had no choice but to make the bet. After all, Suosongke had never mentioned Lord Yan's power before, but instead pointed out his knowledge and the Guixue School he founded.

You know, a tall tree attracts the wind. Lord Yan has been in power for thirty years, so he must have offended countless people. Even those who have no grudge against him mostly hope that he will get into trouble.

If Lord Yan refuses, others will probably spread the news:
"The Guixue school was incapable of doing so and simply retreated in the face of academic disputes."

"The Guixue School is not worthy of its reputation, and nobodies would not dare to challenge it even if they were offered a bet."

"The leader of Guixue, Mr. Yan, actually avoided fighting in literary affairs. I'm afraid he got a false reputation."

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If these rumors were to spread, they would have a devastating impact on the reputation of the Guixue School that Yan Ge Lao had worked so hard to build.

So, although Lord Yan seemed calm at this time, he actually winked at his eldest son next to him.

The eldest son Yan Fan immediately stood up and said:
"What are you betting on?"

Suosongke said calmly:
"Master is a great scholar, so of course he's betting on literary matters. Could it be that he's betting on horseback riding or archery?"

Of course, there was also a low laugh from below.

Yan Fan said:
"There are many ways to do it. Please explain it more clearly."

The pine guest continued:
"The content is also very simple. My master once left behind a poem about snow. As long as you can come up with a poem that surpasses it, then I lose. And you can improvise this poem, or use an old poem, or have your disciples write it for you."

Yan Fan immediately sneered:
"Since ancient times, there has been no second in martial arts and no first in literature. No matter how good the poem my father produced is, you insist that it is not as good as your master's. Isn't this a muddle?"

"Then you can boast that you are as good as my father in literary matters. You have a good plan!"

Suosongke said calmly:
"I don't have the final say on the outcome of this literary gathering. The final say is held by the gentlemen present! If three of the guests present stand up and say that the poem written by our master is not as good as the one written by you, then I lose."

Yan Fan immediately looked at Suosongke with a strange look, wondering if this man was a fool.

What kind of gambling game is this? Even if my twenty-seven concubines stepped forward, they could make your grandson lose six or seven times.

Then the same thought as Xu She came to his mind:
"Could this person be trying to deliberately lose this treasure to my father? His idea is quite clever, but although giving a gift in this way may seem unique, it is actually just flattering the horse."

Since Yan Fan thought so, his hostility towards Suosongke was almost gone. He was too lazy to say anything more and just bowed and said:
"In that case, I have nothing to ask."

After all, in Yan Fan's mind, what was there to say about this gamble? He was already in an invincible position.

At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on Elder Yan. Elder Yan was also an old and experienced man. He always felt that this bet seemed a little abrupt and that there was some hidden trick. He pondered for a while and said:

"If you lose, you need to give me this mysterious treasure. What if I lose?"

After hearing this, Yan Fan couldn't help but said:
"Dad, how can we..."

As a result, he was glared back by Lord Yan.

The pine guest said:

"If you lose, you just need to admit that you are not as good as our Master."

Elder Yan frowned and wanted to say something, but his advisor Xu Sheng, who was also his strategist, whispered, "Lord, this is a nobody! If you ask too many questions, it may damage your reputation."

Xu Sheng's meaning was also very clear. You are a cabinet minister who has been in power for thirty years. Facing such a nobody's move, you are still hesitant and indecisive? What do outsiders think of you?

This is like the desperate smear campaign against MSK online. If he insults me once, he loses.
After hearing this, Lord Yan immediately made up his mind, stood up, looked around, and said with a laugh:

"Today is my father's birthday, so a little drama can be considered as an entertainment program to celebrate his birthday, and it will make you all laugh!"

"Bring me a pen and paper!!"

Lord Yan is not a fool like his son!

He was a child prodigy at the age of seven, passed the imperial examination at the age of fifteen, and became a Jinshi at the age of twenty-three. He achieved these successes based on his own talents, and he also founded Guangxi University on his own.

Such a person must be remembered in history. To describe him as talented is an understatement. Wouldn't it be easy for him to write a poem? Moreover, an old work would be fine. He could just copy it.

If he were even more shameless, Lord Yan would just take out a piece of white paper, and there would probably be hundreds of people below interpreting his intentions from many perspectives, and then cheering loudly.

Of course, when the servants delivered the pens, ink, paper and inkstone, they also brought some for the guest at Suosongke.

Suosongke just picked up the pen and wrote as fast as the wind. Others did not think much of it, after all, he was copying directly from the work of his teacher.

However, as the man in the straw mat wrote, the expression of the book boy behind him who was in charge of grinding ink and spreading paper changed rapidly, from initial indifference to a serious expression, and finally to an expression with eyes wide open as if he had seen a ghost!

This expression made the people in the audience even more curious, and they wanted to stand up and see what Suosongke had written.

It only took one or two minutes for Suosongke to finish writing, and then handed it to several waiting masters to copy so that it could be distributed to the whole audience for appreciation.

Soon, the six copies of the lyrics were hung up in different places at the banquet. Ming Zhenzi, Xu She, Da Zong Ling and others had been waiting eagerly and recited them one after another:
Qinyuanchun.Snow

The scenery of the Northland, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting.

Looking inside and outside the western border, there is only vastness; the great rivers have lost their roaring sound.

The mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi wax figure, wants to compare with Tiangong test.

On sunny days, look at the red dress, which is extremely enchanting.

After reading the first half of the poem, some people began to comment:
"Well, it's a little interesting, but it's just a little interesting."

"There are too many poems about snow scenes, so this one can only be considered average, oh, no, below average!"

"Arrogant, really arrogant, trying to compete with the gods, how dare you write such rebellious words?"

"Minister Zheng, you are obsessed with appearances. The momentum in this poem is extremely powerful and rare. You can't lie with open eyes."

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However, the arguing voices in the field gradually died down, because they began to read the second half of the poem, then swallowed their saliva and closed their mouths involuntarily:
There are so many splendid rivers and mountains, which has attracted countless heroes.

It is a pity that Emperor Jingwu of the Ming Dynasty was slightly inferior in literary talent, and Emperor Yingzong Zhaolie was slightly inferior in charm.

The great hero of the Golden Horde only knew how to shoot eagles with a bow.

All going forward, count the romantic figures, but also look at the present.

There is a line of small print at the end:
In the eleventh month of the Jiawu year, I saw the heavy snow covering the fields and was inspired to write this poem, Li Qingteng.

silence,

Quiet,

Dead silence!!!

At this birthday party that should have been filled with noise and laughter, there was actually a two-minute silence.

Even the boys, maids and servants who didn't understand what was going on kept their mouths shut so as not to make any noise that would attract the whole audience - that would not be a good thing as they would most likely be dragged away and beaten to death.

Many people turned to look at one person, and that was the expression of the Grand Master Lu Gu.

After a long while, someone finally let out a long sigh:
"Li Jixian has accepted a good student."

The straw raincoat wearer on the stage had taken off his straw hat, revealing his true face. He was a pale, thin, stubborn and frail young man. However, the look in his eyes when he looked at Lord Yan seemed to be burning.

What is even more eye-catching is that, just above his shoulder, there is a seemingly plain and simple thread-bound book floating, which is the manuscript of "Ci Shuo" which embodies Li Jixian's life's work.

Gong Tianwu's plan has come to its full potential! !

The people present originally wanted to question Gong Tianwu's identity, but after reading this book, they gave up the idea.

Because this book represents Li Jixian's legacy, if it can be recognized by this book, then it means that Gong Tianwu can represent Li Jixian and he is the successor of Li Jixian's legacy! ! Even if Li Jixian's sons and daughters unite to deny it, it will be useless.

At this time, Lord Yan had of course also seen the poem "沁园春.雪".

He had already had some inspiration and had written half a verse quickly, but after reading this poem he let out a long sigh of helplessness.

(End of this chapter)