boyutpedia Chapter 384 One-word weight
Chapter 384 One-word weight
Chapter 384 A Word Weighs a Thousand Pieces
The Emperor of Yanhuang's voice was resolute, leaving the Left Prime Minister with no choice but to sit down. Seeing the former agree, Ye Ru pondered for a moment, then said:
"Since Your Majesty desires my poem, then I shall humbly offer my humble work. Bring me paper and pen."
The fact that the Emperor of Yanhuang Kingdom said this already proved the other party's position. Ultimately, it was probably because the Left Prime Minister was too arrogant and domineering.
Ye Ru knew that there was still hope for the Yanhuang Kingdom.
Everyone looked at Ye Ru with astonishment. After a while, two eunuchs brought over paper and pen and handed them to Ye Ru.
"Master Ye, I promised you I would build a library, so you'd better finish writing this poem."
The Emperor of Yanhuang laughed heartily, but the Left Prime Minister's expression was somewhat unpleasant, presumably because he understood the meaning behind the Emperor's words.
"We will certainly live up to everyone's expectations."
Ye Ru picked up his brush, gently ground the ink, and then wrote:
"In my drunken stupor, I pick up my sword by lamplight; in my dreams, I hear bugles echoing through the camps. Eight hundred miles of roasted meat are distributed among my troops; fifty strings of music resound beyond the Great Wall; autumn brings the review of troops on the battlefield."
As soon as the first half of the poem was written, the talent on the paper surged forth, brimming with brilliance.
An official then recited the poem aloud.
The poem reached the ears of the officials, and many of them nodded in approval.
After all, those who can sit here are at least scholars with the rank of Hanlin scholar.
The one who felt the most profound understanding of the first part of the poem was the Minister of War. He lowered his head, and after a moment, a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes. He said to the Minister of Literature, "This poem is different from the ones written by others. The first part does not describe the suffering of war on the battlefield, but instead describes the fervor of the military camp. Moreover, the artistic conception is unique. I just did not expect that Ye Ru's understanding of war is so profound."
"However, have you noticed the words 'drunk' and 'dream'? These two words have a profound meaning. In reality, there is no opportunity to drink, so one can only drink on sleepless nights, only 'read the sword by lamplight in drunkenness,' and only gallop across the battlefield in 'dreams.' The joyful scene contrasts with the sorrowful feeling, making it seem profound when read."
Wen Xiang slowly drank a glass of wine, then turned his head and said.
"Let's see how he writes the second half of the poem."
Wu Xiang said with great interest.
The Left Prime Minister squinted, a smile on his face, but it was mixed with a strong killing intent, and the surrounding temperature continued to drop.
The surrounding noise reached Ye Ru's ears, but his face remained unchanged. He continued writing: "The horse gallops swiftly like Lu Bu's Red Hare, the bowstring twangs like thunder. Having accomplished the affairs of the king and the world, I have won fame before and after my death, but alas, my hair has turned white."
The official then read the entire poem aloud after it was written down.
As the ink of the last character gradually dried, the table suddenly trembled, and with a crack, it was crushed, and the paper floated lightly to the ground.
This scene left everyone looking at each other in disbelief, their faces filled with extreme shock.
They knew what this meant. Although there was no increase in talent, the talent contained within was definitely stronger than that of ordinary amazing poems!
"A single word carries a thousand pounds of weight? My goodness, this is the first time I've ever seen such a spectacle."
A scholar suppressed his shock and then addressed the people around him.
"I have seen it a few times, but only great scholars could write it. For a mere scholar to produce such a fine poem, Ye Ru is truly an extraordinary person."
Another scholar also took a deep breath and said.
The killing intent in the Left Prime Minister's eyes grew stronger. He had only heard that Ye Ru was highly talented, but was only a student, so he did not have much killing intent. However, after the direct confrontation, he realized that the other party was not only highly talented, but also had extraordinary intelligence.
"A single word carries immense weight... I doubt anyone but Ye Ru could lift this poem up..."
Wu Xiang swallowed hard, his eyes wide open, his heart filled with turmoil.
Everyone was shocked for a moment, then Wen Xiang spoke:
"How about we play a game to liven up the banquet?"
At this moment, the Emperor of Yanhuang Kingdom suddenly spoke, which sparked a discussion among everyone.
"Oh? I wonder how Your Majesty would like to add to the festivities?"
The Left Prime Minister raised an eyebrow and asked.
"How about this? This calligraphy is extremely precious, and each character is worth almost a thousand pounds. Whoever here can pick up this piece of paper will receive the calligraphy. My dear ministers, who among you will do it?"
The Emperor of Yanhuang Kingdom pondered for a moment, then turned his gaze to the paper covered with poems lying on the ground and said.
"Oh? Is His Majesty really so generous? You know, this poem is a masterpiece. Perhaps it can be submitted to the National Academy for public exhibition."
Wen Xiang stood up, bowed to the Emperor of Yanhuang, and smiled.
"A ruler's word is law. Whoever can lift this calligraphy belongs to him."
The Emperor of Yanhuang Kingdom spoke, then turned to Ye Ru again and said:
"Master Ye, you've given this poem to me, haven't you?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, please do so. Exchanging a poem for books in all counties will fulfill its value."
Ye Ru nodded and said.
"Your Majesty, I will go first."
At this moment, a middle-aged man in battle robes stood up, clasped his hands in a fist salute to the Emperor of Yanhuang, and then looked at the thin but extremely powerful paper with a burning glint in his eyes.
For frontier literati, ordinary descriptive poems, travelogues, or philosophical poems were of little use; the most useful were frontier war poems.
Because such verses can empower frontier soldiers, and if the poetic sentiment resonates with them, it can double their combat effectiveness.
"General Yan, please."
The Emperor of Yanhuang nodded, and then General Yan slowly stepped forward, his inner energy beginning to circulate.
However, when his palm touched the paper, a powerful recoil force came towards him.
"drink!"
General Yan roared, and the paper slowly rose. Everyone held their breath, watching to see if General Yan could lift the paper.
boom!
However, General Yan, his face flushed red, only managed to lift it a few centimeters before he could no longer move it even an inch, and then with a thud, it crashed to the ground again.
"hey-hey……"
General Yan scratched his head, his face turning bright red:
"I am incompetent."
After bowing to the crowd, General Yan slunk back to his original spot.
"General Chen, why don't you give it a try?"
The Emperor of Yanhuang looked at Chen Tianjian and spoke slowly.
"I will give it a try."
Chen Tianjian nodded, then stood up and walked step by step toward the Xuan paper.
Everyone looked at Chen Tianjian with expectant eyes.
In terms of martial prowess, Chen Tianjian is undoubtedly number one. Although it is said that each word of this poem carries immense weight, that is only a rough estimate and the actual weight is not that much.