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- Chen Zilong had seen Liu Rushi a long time ago, and he was a little emotional, but didn't think much about it.
? For the so-called scholars who care about the world, famous prostitutes are just emotional comfort when their careers are not going well.
Today is the time of the Great Revolution, and the "Nongzheng Quanshu" edited and reviewed by himself has just been praised by Zhao Han in public. It is obvious that it will be reused. Chen Zilong is full of national affairs.
When he saw Zhao Han and Liu Rushi talking, he immediately woke up and deliberately pretended not to know each other to avoid suspicion.
Liu Rushi was like a man, abandoning his soft and girlish attitude, and replied simply and neatly, "Qi reported to the general town, I am an official in the Propaganda Department of Luling County, and I passed the exam by myself, not because of someone."
"Do things well." Zhao Han praised with a smile.
"Obey!"
Liu Rushi replied sonorously, feeling that his tone was a bit contrived, so he just laughed there.
"Haha." Zhao Han also found it interesting.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The scholars around laughed, but they didn't know what they were laughing at.
Liu Rushi suddenly said to the scholars: "Masters, Zongzhen is also a child prodigy. I once got Zongzhen's old poem. I wonder if you have heard of it?"
As long as the poems of the superiors are not badly written, everyone will definitely praise them.
Zhang Dai was very interested, cupped his hands and said, "All ears."
Everyone pricked up their ears, and Liu Rushi immediately recited: "Don't sing the song of eternal regret, the world also has its own Milky Way. In Shihao Village, there are more tears than in the Palace of Longevity when the husband and wife parted."
"Good poem!"
Chen Zilong immediately understood, and praised: "The poet's entrusted feelings are also the ambitions of last resort. This ambition is not only for self-suit, but also for the far-reaching!"
This is not only a precise flattery, but also Chen Zilong's true thoughts.
He believes that poetry expresses aspirations, not only to express personal emotions, but also to reflect society and the times. In later generations, he was known as the "Ming Dynasty Poetry Army".
Liu Rushi recited Zhao Han's poem, and Chen Zilong elaborated two more sentences, which immediately set the tone of the new dynasty's poetry creation: care for the suffering of the people!
In other words, don't be sad all day long.
Zhao Han smiled and said: "Don't think too much, gentlemen. Poems and articles are also very good for expressing emotions. I especially like Zongzi's "Looking at the Snow in the Lake Heart Pavilion."
All the scholars envied Chen Zilong before, and now they envy Zhang Dai, and they are the ones who are simple in the king's heart.
Zhang Dai cupped his hands and said: "The humorous prose is easy to laugh at."
Zhao Han was quite emotional, and said to Zhang Dai: "December of the fifth year of Chongzhen, you went to the West Lake to enjoy the snow In that year, I first proposed "Geweilun", which offended many Taoists. Master, lured me to the county government to arrest me and put me in jail."
Regarding Zhao Han's life experience, there have been many rumors, and no one can figure out which one is true.
Lu Xiangguan couldn't help asking: "Is the general town really setting fire to the county government?"
Zhao Han said with a smile: "At that time, I was young and frivolous, and I couldn't bear the bird's temper. So I killed my master and Dian Shi, burned down the county government office, and wandered around with my teacher."
"But Mr. Pang from the General Military Mansion?" Chen Qianji couldn't help asking.
Zhao Han nodded and said, "It's Mr. Pang. Mr. Pang is a scholar of Liaodong General. His whole family was killed by Mandarin slaves, and was ostracized by Ming officials. He said he wanted to rebel, and I said I wanted to rebel. They hit it off and rebelled." . Haha, it¡¯s a chance meeting.¡±
While everyone sighed, they were also fascinated and could imagine the scene.
A young man who was about to be framed and imprisoned single-handedly killed officials and burned the government office. With his half-blind teacher, he wandered around the rivers and lakes and embarked on the road of rebellion. In a few years, he broke into a huge career.
In the middle and late Ming Dynasty, due to political corruption and intense social conflicts, heroism was highly respected.
While they despise generals, they like heroes at the same time. Zhao Han and Pang Chunlai are undoubtedly heroes.
Liu Rushi was sure that Zhao Han was good at poetry, and took the opportunity to say: "Today's winter solstice, celebrities gather, why don't the general town compose a poem? To encourage scholars all over the world."
Zhao Han glanced at Liu Rushi, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Liu wants me to be the Emperor of Poetry?"
"Don't dare." Liu Rushi lowered his eyebrows hastily.
Xia Yunyi cupped his hands and said: "I would like to ask the general town to give me some advice."
Zhao Han said with a smile: "Since it is the winter solstice, let's come up with a song related to the winter solstice. Creation is speechless but affectionate, and every time it is cold, it feels spring. There are thousands of reds and purples arranged, just waiting for the first sound of the new thunder."
"The general town is full of pride, and I admire it!" All the scholars praised.
A very ordinary poem, combined with Zhao Han's identity, instantly appeared extremely heroic and magnificent.
&nbs??I really wanted to kick him over, smiled and said, "I don't know."
Qian Qianyi went to ask other scholars again, but still couldn't find out, so he finally wrote a letter to the county government, and had someone deliver the letter to Liu Rushi's work unit the next day.
Liu Rushi not only received a letter from Qian Qianyi, but also a letter from Xie Sanbin, saying that she would organize a literary meeting in Bailuzhou and invite her to discuss literature and art.
"What do they mean?" Back at the residence, Liu Rushi asked Lin Xue.
Lin Xue said with a smile: "They thought it was the old dynasty, and they only regarded women as playthings. But they didn't think carefully, my sister is an official of the county government, how can she marry them as a concubine? Isn't it a slap in the face of the general town! My sister met them before?"
Liu Rushi shook his head and said, "I haven't seen it once."
"Then don't pay attention to it," Lin Xue said, "I'm a good woman, and I should keep my body clean."
Liu Rushi was baffled when he received the letters from Qian Qianyi and Xie Sanbin. But while she was sitting in the room, she suddenly wanted to write a letter to Zhao Han, and immediately wrote a love poem to express her secret love.
After the love poem was written, Liu Rushi read it silently by herself. She blushed as she read it, fearing that Zhao Han would think the poem was too frivolous.
After thinking about it, I simply copied an old work and sent it to Zhao Han for comments.
This is a poem in mourning for Yu Qian, which was written by You Yu Shaobao Temple in Hangzhou last year.
Presenting this poem is also a faint expression of reverence for Zhao Han: "Shao Bao is a peerless man, and his fame is sent to Liao Kuo Since the public replaced Ling, several people have called Luo Zhuo. Therefore, hikers, weeping overlord."
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