The great river flows east, the waves wash away, he is a legendary figure.
On the west side of the old camp, people said that it was the Red Cliff of Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms.
Rocks pierced through the sky, and raging waves hit the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow.
The landscape was like a painting, and there were many heroes at that time.
Thinking back to the time when Gongjin first married, Xiao Qiao was a heroic figure.
With a feather fan and a turban, he laughed and laughed, and the oars were reduced to ashes.
I'm lost in my own country. I'm so sentimental that I should laugh at me. I've long had gray hair.
Life is like a dream, a statue of the moon in the river.
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This time, Li Chengqian wrote Su Shi's " Remembering the Past at Red Cliff ". Every time Li Chengqian wrote a sentence, Di Liba could not help but read out a sentence.
A literary hero was writing while a beautiful woman was reciting. This scene was like a fairyland.
The most shocking thing was not the cooperation of the talented scholar and beautiful woman, but the artistic conception of this poem.
This poem was majestic and shocking. It sang the Red Cliff at the top and remembered Zhou Yu at the bottom. It also reminisced about the past and hurt himself, ending with his own emotions.
Everyone, especially the scholars and generals, had a feeling that their talents were not met and that their aspirations were hard to find. Even those who were officials, prime ministers, or even the current emperor would have this feeling.
This word mourns the ancient sadness, thinks of the ancient heroes, borrows the heroic achievements praised by the ancient times, thinks of the setbacks he has experienced, cannot make contributions, ambition is difficult to repay, and express the inner feelings of worry and anger.
It had to be said that this poem had captured the hearts of everyone present. After listening to this poem, everyone was too excited to have any reaction, but they could not help but shed two lines of tears in their eyes.
Especially Li Yuan, he was in tears. If there was anyone present who was the most talented but not recognized, it would be Li Yuan, who was beside Li Chengqian.
Li Yuan raised his army in his middle age and overthrew the Sui Dynasty in less than ten years, establishing the Tang Empire.
Just when Li Yuan was full of lofty aspirations and wanted to make a name for himself, his own son overthrew the throne, overthrowing all of Li Yuan's lofty aspirations and grand plans.
How could Li Yuan not feel sad?
He was so sad that he cried more than anyone else.
Amongst everyone present, the calmest person, other than Li Chengqian, was probably Di Liba.
Diliba was still young, around 15 or 16 years old. She didn't know what the vicissitudes of life were, nor did she know what the joys and sorrows of life were. When she read the poem, she only knew that it was magnificent and had a heroic mood. She couldn't understand the core idea of the poem at all.
When Diliba saw that everyone was crying, she couldn't understand.
However, Diliba did not think too much about it. She opened her mouth and said to Li Chengqian,
"Although the lyrics you've written are quite good, who knows if you've already prepared them beforehand and waited until the critical moment to use them to scare people? If you really have literary talent, let me choose a theme and you can write a poem. What do you think?”
Diliba felt that there was nothing wrong with her words. If she wanted to woo him, she had to endure his test.
However, all the important officials of the imperial court in the hall, even the Emperor and Retired Emperor, were deeply moved by Li Chengqian's poem. They fell into a deep sigh of unrequited talent and unattainable ambition.
Diliba's words immediately interrupted their lamentation. It was as if they were wolfing down food and suddenly eating a large mouthful of wasabi. It made them feel as uncomfortable as they could, and they wanted to vomit blood.
"What's going on? Who allowed you to speak here!"
Cheng Yaojin was a boorish man, and he couldn't help but slap the table and shout at Diliba.
"I'm so angry. I was just about to cry when you interrupted me. You might as well come over and slap me!”
Yuchi Gong glared at Diliba with his bell-like eyes.
"If such a woman who doesn't know her place was in my army, I would definitely beat her eighty times!”
Qin Shubao was more composed, but he could not suppress the anger in his heart.
"Sad husband, sad husband, such a domain was actually destroyed by a woman like you!”
Zhangsun Wuji was heartbroken and his body was trembling with anger. He pointed at Diliba and scolded.
Seeing so many civil and military officials criticizing him, Diliba was extremely afraid. However, Li Chengqian quickly went in.
Li Chengqian's face darkened as he glared at the people who had insulted Diliba.
When all the enraged civil and military officials saw Li Chengqian's ice-cold gaze, all of them were frightened to the point of being as quiet as cicadas in winter, not daring to even let out a fart.
Previously, Cui Dunli had been brutally killed by Li Chengqian because he had flirted with Di Liba.
Everyone had just found out how important Diliba was to Li Chengqian. At this moment, even though everyone was filled with anger and was so depressed that they were about to vomit blood, no one dared to criticize Diliba.
Diliba saw that the people in the hall had suddenly become obedient and could not help but sigh in relief. Then, she looked at Li Chengqian and her eyes became even more worshipful.
Although the child in front of him was young, he had such a dignified aura. It was really unbelievable.
Thinking of his misfortune, perhaps this child in front of him could help him.
"If you think that I'm faking it, then just come up with another question and I'll make you another poem!”
Li Chengqian looked at Diliba and said indifferently. Although his expression was very calm, waves of emotions rose in the depths of his heart.
Too similar, too similar. This Western Region beauty in front of him looked too much like Diligba.
Li Chengqian had an urge to hug Diliba and give her a big kiss right now.
Seeing that Li Chengqian was going to write another poem, Li Yuan hurriedly blew dry the poem that Li Chengqian had just written,"Remembering the Red Cliff", and then packed it up.
When the surrounding people saw Li Yuan's actions, they felt that he was really cunning. He was simply an old fox.
Li Shiming's face twitched. He had wanted to keep Li Chengqian's original copy, but he didn't expect Li Yuan to get it first. His heart was bleeding.
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