Chapter 210 The leap from tattoo artist to summoner.
Above the hall, it is quiet.
Everyone was singing the poem Zeng Anmin had just written.
Zeng Anmin sat down with a normal expression, smiled and raised a glass of wine, and said to the eldest princess and Tian Ji: "Please."
Until his voice rang.
Tian Ji woke up like a dream. A smile appeared on his face. He picked up the wine glass and said to Zeng Anmin: "You little brat, you still have a brain."
"It's done."
The eldest princess also sat down slowly and drank with the two of them.
Seeing this scene.
The entire hall looked at each other.
Zeng Anmin said there was no poetry.
But he used a poem to solve both the two problems His Majesty had just raised!
Everyone looked at him with great complexity.
This kid.
It's so sophisticated!
Duke of Ningguo Li Jian sat in the distance, and the eyes of Zeng Anmin were even more dangerous and sharp.
Zeng Anmin just said that he had no poetry.
The implication is to vaguely tell Your Majesty that he has absolutely no desire to compete for profit.
But he used another poem to change the name of Dingfeng Valley.
Shield all the limelight in the hall.
A poem solves two problems.
This is true and stand-alone!
Don't you see that Emperor Jianhong on the dragon chaise was already sitting on the chair, and his mouth couldn't be pressed down.
Looking at Zeng Anmin with interest.
Those eyes almost wrote "I like you so much" on my face!
…
Among the ministers.
Lou Yingqi, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, suddenly spoke out.
At this time, he stroked his beard and narrowed his eyes, and his voice was long: "Although I have never seen Bingfeng Valley." "But from the three words Qinghai Bay, people can feel the view before their eyes A sea of green trees and green leaves. "
"Good fame! But poetry is better!!"
After speaking, his eyes looked at Zeng Anmin with great appreciation: >
"This poem by Zengxianzi describes the mutual longing between the border guards who were far away from their hometown and their wife at home."
"The pain brought to the general public is deeply written into the bone marrow."
After saying that, Lou Yingqi sighed and looked at Zeng Shilin beside him: "Shangshu Zeng, what do you think?" Zeng Shilin slowly raised his head, his eyes first Zeng Anmin's face lingers for a while.
Then he showed a look of relief and looked at everyone: "In my opinion, the whole poem is divided into three layers."
"The first four sentences mainly describe Guan, Shan and Yue three The vast frontier picture, including various factors, shows the sentimental mood of the homesickness of the people. "
"The four sentences in the middle specifically describe the scene of war, and the battlefield is tragic and cruel. "
" The last four sentences describe the conquest of people looking at the border and missing their hometown, and then contemplating their wife sighing endlessly on the high building on a moonlit night."
After saying that, Zeng Shilin sighed: "This poem is like a long scroll of frontier map composed of three parts: the bright moon in the mountains, the sorrow on the battlefield, and the thought of returning home of the guests. It runs through the whole poem with resentment, and the color tone is unified and integrated. , the atmosphere is majestic and the style is natural. "
After he finished speaking, he handed the chorus to Li Jian: "Duke Ningguo, I wonder what you think?"
Li Jian:…
You two have finished speaking.
What can I think? "Very good, very good, haha." Li Jian could only smile stiffly, then turned his head away.
He Qi couldn't see that, I was venting my anger for my son.
"Haha." Zeng Shilin heard Li Jian's answer and chuckled: "Li Gongji has used swords and guns as spears, not words as tools, but the officials want to take advantage of the situation. Today, I advise Mr. Li to read more words from time to time. "
"So that I will not be called vulgar by a child in the future."
After speaking, he turned his head proudly. I no longer care about Li Jian.
As soon as this was said.
Li Jian's fists were clenched tightly.
But he didn't know how to respond.
I can only hold it in my heart and feel extremely uncomfortable.
Seeing him so uncomfortable.
"I admire my father. What I say makes people feel like spring breeze!"
Zeng Anmin then slammed his knife from the bottom. He picked up the wine glass and looked at Zeng Shilin sitting in front of him: "Dad, I'll give you a drink!"
As he said, he drank it all in one go.
"Swish~"
This made many people in the hall laugh unconsciously.
The banquet continues. Xu Niandun, who was sitting next to the fourth prince in the lower end, felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.
He pursed his lips.
Start at Zeng Anmin tightly.
The poem Zeng Anmin just came out.
The song he wrote before... nothing is bullshit.
No one mentioned it again.
After a long time, Xu Nian sat in his seat and sighed: "This poem is a hundred times better than me."
He shook his head, and a self-deprecating look appeared on his face. "Genius, maybe it's just a threshold for him."
Finally, he couldn't control his impulse.
Stand up, look straight at Zeng Anmin, raise your glass and ask respectfully:
No mistakes, one song, one post, one content, one in one 6, one 9, one Let’s read the book!
"Zengxianzi, the poem just now has a profound artistic conception, and I am ashamed of myself as if it were far away."
"Dare you ask, is this poem a name?"
Heard his voice Zeng Anmin raised his head, glanced at him with a smile, and said in a low voice: "This poem is called Guanshanyue."
"Guanshanyue..."
"Guanshanyue..." >
After Xu Nian got the title of this poem, his face was extremely complicated.
Good reputation, good poetry.
The name of Ding Fenggu is also changed.
Qinghai Bay... I dare not talk about competing with you again.
Still, Xu Young laughed.
There was relief in the voice.
So he drank alcohol on his own.
No longer mentioning writing poetry.
……………………………………………………………………………………………… The banquet ended.
Zeng Anmin did not ride his father's carriage and rode his horse toward Shangshudi alone.
Mid August.
The moon is round.
Zeng Anmin inexplicably looked up at the moon.
"Mid-Autumn Festival."
He murmured. "It's a day for family reunion." "But the Great Sage Dynasty did not say that Mid-Autumn Festival." He shook his head regretfully and strangled Ma Jiang. , walk slowly on the street.
"Da, dada."
The banquet ended, and although it was not late at night, there were not many pedestrians on the street.
Walking from the Imperial City toward home, the route is not long.
Shangshudi's route is less than half an hour away from the Imperial City.
"Swish!!"
Just as Zeng Anmin turned into a corner.
Then I saw an extremely light figure, sitting on the back of a huge flying animal, flying forward. "Huo'er, hurry up!!"
The familiar voice sounded.
Zeng Anmin was stunned for a moment.
He turned his head to look.
The huge flying animal looks like a bird.
But his extremely gorgeous fiery red feathers also shine in the darkness. "Phoenix...phoenix?" Zeng Anmin was stunned.
"And that...Season Snow on Phoenix??"
"Swish!!"
In the air, the fire phoenix carried the snow of the race and made a "cry" sound.
Zeng Anmin's expression was a little calmed when he heard it.
"Huh?"
When passing Zeng Anmin horse, the sound of snow at the beginning of the race came:
"Stop Huo'er."
"Swish!"
Little Huofeng stopped steadily in front of Zeng Anbian.
"Miss Sai? This thing is..."
Zeng Anmin saw the fire phoenix flying in the air carrying Sai Chuxue.
He raised his neck, his eyes filled with envy.
"I have stepped into the fifth-grade spiritual summoner. This is my summoning companion, it is called Huo'er."
Sai Chuxue raised her chin, and a hint of pride was revealed on her face. color.
(This chapter ends)