Traveling is Difficult

Author: I am not Zhao Gao

Traveling is Difficult

The palace maid glanced at Liu Yunmeng, hesitated, and nodded: "Yes."

After a while, a set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone was placed in front of Ren Pingsheng.

Ren Shengsheng drank the wine from the cup in one gulp, dipped his pen in ink, and wrote the verses in his memory.

After finishing a poem, the depression in my heart disappeared.

However, just a few lines of text can greatly inspire people's hearts and give them hope and strength.

This is the magic of great works!

"I hope this poem by Shixian can help my sister-in-law get out of her depression."

With this idea in mind, Ren Pingsheng handed the poem he had written to Liu Yunmeng beside him.

Liu Yunmeng subconsciously took it and asked curiously: "What is this?"

Ren Pingsheng said: "Your Highness will know after seeing it."

Liu Yunmeng saw his solemn expression and thought it was some important secret. He opened it carefully, only to find that it was a poem.

"A gold goblet worth ten thousand worth of wine, and a jade plate worth ten thousand worth of precious wine."

Liu Yunmeng browsed carefully and read it out unconsciously.

not far away.

Several young officials heard Liu Yunmeng reciting poems and looked at her subconsciously.

"It's rare that Princess Yunhe can also compose poetry."

"Golden gourds of sake worth ten thousand dollars, jade platters of rare treasures worth ten thousand dollars are suitable for the current situation, and are considered a good sentence."

Liu Yunmeng didn't notice the looks of several people and continued reading.

"I can't eat when I stop drinking and throwing chopsticks. I draw my sword and look around with my heart at a loss."

The voice fell.

Several young officials were startled.

"A moment ago, it was fine wine and delicious food, and the hospitality was hospitable. In the blink of an eye, we stopped drinking and throwing chopsticks, and drew our swords in confusion. This turn is a bit interesting."

They are all new scholars in recent years, and their literary appreciation level is better than that of the nobles. Naturally, they can feel the intense emotional changes contained in these two poems.

"If you want to cross the ice-capped Linhe River, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Daluo."

Linhe is the most turbulent river in the Zhou Dynasty, located in Jiangzhou in the southeast.

Daluo is the most steep mountain range in the Great Zhou Dynasty, located in Yunzhou in the north.

Liu Yunmeng had heard of it but never been there. He didn't feel much about it and just recited it in a plain tone.

At the same time, more and more people noticed that she was reciting poetry.

"Princess Yunhe is composing poetry?"

"What a rarity!"

Everyone cast curious glances.

Everyone was startled when they heard these two lines of poetry.

They thought that it would be difficult for a princess to be able to communicate evenly with each other, but they didn't expect that these lines of poetry were surprisingly good.

At this moment, some people were already asking about the few lines of poetry the princess had read before.

"When I am free to fish on the Bixi River, I suddenly go on a boat and dream of the sun."

Liu Yunmeng was so focused on reciting poems that he didn't notice that the surroundings had become quiet.

"These two sentences seem to be meaningless here, just to make up the numbers?"

"Perhaps it uses some uncommon allusions, you and I don't know."

"With the level of a princess, can you still use allusions?"

"Ten taels of silver, or else tell the princess and you will arrange it for her!"

"You are so shameless!"

While everyone was talking, Liu Yunmeng spoke again:

"The journey is difficult, the journey is difficult, and the roads are divergent. Where are you now?"

At this moment, only Liu Yunmeng's voice echoed throughout the hall.

The voice fell.

Everyone felt a wave of depression swept over them, and they felt a little depressed for a while.

Literati always think that their talents are not appreciated. Even if they enter the Six Ministries and Nine Ministers, as long as they have not entered the cabinet, they feel that their talents have nowhere to display.

So when they heard this poem, they all took in it and sighed.

Some people even looked sad and repeated in their hearts: The journey is difficult, the journey is difficult, and the road is divergent. Where can I live now?

Just when depression and sadness spread in the hall.

Liu Yunmeng read out the last sentence.

"There will be times when strong winds break through the waves, and you can hang your sails directly across the sea."

In an instant.

The hall was quiet.

Snapped!

Someone's wine cup fell to the ground, making a crisp sound that echoed in the hall for a long time.

Everyone still didn't make a sound, immersed in the heroic spirit of "when the wind breaks through the waves, I will hang the clouds and sail across the sea", unable to extricate themselves.

The originally sad-looking scholar recited this poem in his heart, and suddenly a surge of courage and strength surged in his heart, as if no matter how difficult the road ahead was, it was not worth mentioning!

Although warriors such as Yuan Zhe were not as deeply touched as scholars, they still felt a passionate emotion that could not be described in words.

certainly.

There were also some unlearned princes and nobles in the main hall, who looked confused and didn't know why everyone suddenly became quiet.

Liu Yunmeng, who recited this poem, felt the same as the warriors.

After reading it, all the previous feelings of disappointment were gone, and I felt relaxed all over.

I don’t know what’s so good about this poem, but I just think it’s good.

"Ren Pingsheng, was this poem written for me?"

Liu Yunmeng looked at Ren Pingsheng, blinked, and asked curiously.

She could feel inspired by the poem, and naturally thought that Ren had used this poem to comfort herself throughout his life.

Ren Pingsheng originally wanted to say that it was written by the poet Li Bai.

When I think about it, saying this feels a bit like being a bitch and setting up a memorial arch.

After all, even if he said this, others would not be able to find Li Bai and would still blame him for this poem.

Rather than plagiarizing coyly.

It's better to have whoring openly and openly.

This is the thought.

Ren Ping nodded confidently: "That's right."

The voice fell.

There was a burst of heated discussion throughout the hall.

"It turns out that it was written by Prince Zhenbei. I said that at Princess Yunhe's level, there is no way she could have written such a poem!"

“I didn’t expect that Prince Zhenbei would have such a talent for poetry!”

"If you want to cross Linhe, an ice-capped river, you have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Daluo. Daluo is located in the north. Only monks from the north can climb to the top. When I read this, I guessed that the author must be from the north!"

"I have heard for a long time that the Prince of Zhenbei has mediocre qualifications, but he is unwilling to sink. He spends a lot of time practicing every day, and he has never given up until now. Only a person like him can make a long-lasting dream, and sail across the sea.

Such a sentence!"

Everyone looked at Ren Pingsheng with a little more admiration compared to the previous indifference and joking.

Liu Yunmeng heard the discussion around her, and realized later that her nephew's poem was so good that it was praised by so many new scholars!

Such a good poem was given to her.

When she thought of this, she felt happy.
To be continued...