Chapter 300 A Literary Work of True Feelings
The sun in the sky gradually moved to the west, and the servants set up sunshade curtains in the garden to prevent the sun from shining on the master and guests.
Everyone is very happy that Frederick has read Qing Ju’s poems, and would like to hear the opinions of readers in the far north.
"By the way!" Aiman suddenly remembered something, "I heard that Mr. Qingju has settled in your Weisen state. Are you married and have children?"
< br>Frederick just smiled, but he couldn't tell them that his senior sister suffered from postpartum depression and beat herself to get through that period.
"I don't want to inquire about the privacy of the author's life." He said calmly, "It is not good to disturb other people's lives."
Anas punched Aiman hard and said a little unhappy: "That's right, don't keep thinking about these things."
Others had the same idea and condemned Aiman for five minutes until he promised to treat him to a seafood banquet tomorrow.
Yvette asked Frederick again: "I heard that His Excellency Qingju is going to close his pen. Is this true?"
The people around him immediately became serious when they heard the news. This news started to spread in the country last year. It was circulated in book circles, but no one believed it at first, but the news came from several writers in the Kingdom of Sardinia, and the credibility suddenly increased.
There are different opinions on the reasons. Some people think that she suffered from a serious illness. Some people speculate that she was involved in a serious political struggle and was under house arrest. Others speculate that she was involved in the gang struggle in the southern part of the Kingdom of Sardinia in the past two years. However, no one can give a clear explanation. Convincing evidence.
Frederick thought for a while and replied: "I heard before that our Weisen State Translation Court invited her to join, and she may have agreed."
"Translation Court? "Yvette has never heard of it, and people around her are also asking questions.
Among the many institutions in Wessen, the reputation of the Translation Court is not well known to the outside world. The main reason is because they have been translating books in other languages into German over the years, and their influence is only in the Rhine League. And to the east, where the German language is spoken, it also has a little influence on the Osmaga Empire.
On the coast of the Inland Sea, little is known about it as there are no books translated by the Translation Court for sale.
Frederick saw their confusion and explained: "The Translation Court is engaged in the translation of various books. It used to translate books in other languages into German. In recent years, it plans to start translating books from various places into various languages." languages."
"In the near future, Sardinian works can be translated into multiple languages and spread in more places."
"Similarly, in more places. The works will be translated into Latin, Sardinian and other languages, so that people can see more foreign works."
"Really?" Yvette looked a little excited, "So it will be possible soon. Have you seen Pu Lanwen’s poems and novels about the Kingdom of Gaul?”
Frederick smiled and nodded.
In addition to cultural traditions, the spread of language is also affected by region and trade. The local language here is similar to the language of the Kingdom of Kush. Because trade with the Kingdom of Sardinia is prosperous, many people know Sardinian.
But there is not much connection here with the Kingdom of Gaul, so there are very few people who understand Gaulish. Only one girl among the locals here understands it.
In recent years, Frederick has been exchanging letters with Francoise, his pen pal from the Kingdom of Gaul, every month. He is naturally familiar with the Gallic language, and he has also experienced the cultural differences of the Kingdom of Gaul during the exchange. of prosperity, Yvette is understandably interested.
However, last year he and Françoise wrote letters and quarreled about something for half a year, and this time he planned to meet while traveling.
Yvette brought the topic back to the theme of today's tea party. After taking a sip of tea, she asked Frederick: "Your Majesty Qingju, the format of your poems has changed a lot in the past two years and has not been finalized. What do you think?"
Frederick replied seriously: "I think she was influenced by Duke Wesson."
Yvette was very surprised by this statement, because many people thought that she was constantly trying and improving. , very few people think that she is not good enough and cannot create a unified style, each has its own reasons.
The same goes for the others, most of them are curious, and some seem a little angry.
Frederick said seriously: "A few years ago, Duke Wesson published a book called "The Marching Pot Poetry Collection". In the preface, he proposed that literary and artistic works such as poetry, novels, and dramas can really move people's hearts. It is the spiritual core, and all techniques serve the spiritual core.”
Most of the people present were confused and seemed to have never heard of this "Marching Pot Poetry Collection".
Although Frederick had a prominent military reputation, had been studied in government affairs, and was often studied in business, no one in the literary and art circles would think highly of him. Naturally, no one was interested in his collection of poems, let alone his name. It has nothing to do with literature and art. But there is still a group of readers. The girl Anas seemed to have found a close friend and said excitedly: "Yes, yes, that's what Duke Wesson said! He also said that literary works should not persuade others, but use true feelings. Infect readers with real feelings! ”
“Indeed, his poems come in all formats, and the rhymes change from time to time, but each one reads smoothly and can be read once. Understand the meaning of the poem."
Friedrich Guy von Wesson was smiling on the side, and he first read the poem he wrote to the cook and gardener at home, waiting for them to listen. Success is achieved only when you understand.
Anas' fiancé Aiman asked her curiously: "When did you buy it? I haven't heard you mention it before?"
Anas replied: "That book of poetry was bought by my grandfather. When he read it, he laughed and cried. Every time he finished reading it, he would clean his sword. I was curious and read it."
"Inside The poems are all about the army. In addition to fighting, there is also a lot of life in the army. Some soldiers miss their families. There is even a poem about someone else 'harmonizing' their own washed and dried clothes. It's interesting. "
Her father is a knight commander, her grandfather is the military supporter of the Vali Territory, and her grandmother is the aunt of the Earl of Vali. As soon as the old man moved out, everyone became serious.
The atmosphere of the tea party was very free, and the topic suddenly changed again. Everyone asked about Frederick's collection of poems. Yvette, as the host, did not bring the topic back this time.
After everyone discussed for a while, someone asked: "Could it be that Duke Wesson paid someone to write those poems?"
What he said is not impossible. Some nobles would do this kind of thing just to save face.
Frederick rolled his eyes at the man and said disdainfully: "You underestimate Duke Wesson. The commander goes down to the company for five to ten days every month and works like an ordinary soldier. Eating, living and training together, the contents of those poems are based on real experiences."
Then he laughed: "Miss Anas just said that someone's clothes were taken away while they were hanging out. , I was too anxious and took his clothes once.”
“The commander often said that literary creation is not something that comes from sitting at a desk biting a quill, but coming into life, experiencing life, and sublimating it. Life."
Everyone was amazed when they heard this. They had never thought of this statement.
A girl said: "It is indeed the case. The poems written by Mr. Qingju in the past two or three years are all about daily trivial matters, and everything can reflect his feelings for the people around him and for life."
Others nodded in agreement.
A thought suddenly appeared in Yvette's mind, but the thought flashed past and she could not catch it.
Everyone chatted for a while, and then suddenly a servant ran over in a panic and whispered something in Yvette's ear.
Yvette's expression changed. Just as she was about to say something, a middle-aged man wearing a red divine robe strode over.
It was a Flame Church priest with a "C"-shaped hairline, a very prim and serious expression, followed by a young monk holding a tray.
The middle-aged priest quickly walked to the carpet, and Frederick stood up with the others.
When he saw "The Returning Sea Breeze" lying on the carpet, he snorted unhappily, and Yvette could only lower her head.
“Don’t indulge in the mind-destroying poisons of the pagans.” The middle-aged priest looked very angry and glared at Frederick fiercely, as if he was poisoning the young and pure believers of the Church of Fire. Thought.
Yvette replied respectfully: "Remember the teacher's teachings and don't dare to do it next time."
The middle-aged priest waved his hand, and the monk behind him walked to Yvette with a tray. On the tray waiting for him was a book with a red cover. Judging from the title, it should be about religious persuasion.
"This is the book you should read." The middle-aged priest said solemnly, "Stop reading those messy books."
Yvette agreed respectfully.
The middle-aged priest nodded with satisfaction and left the garden with his men in the sunset.
(End of this chapter)