His Majesty the Emperor personally wrote the inscription, and the two great Confucians came in person.
The news spread like a storm and quickly swept Chang 'an.
More and more people rushed over after hearing the news and surrounded the entrance of the Feihuang Pavilion.
At this moment, in front of the Feihuang Building, there were many people.
Qin Yu looked at the smiling Kong Yingda in confusion and said,""May I know what your request is?"
"Young friend, your poetry is shocking. It will definitely be a good poem that will be handed down from generation to generation," said Kong Yingda slowly. Therefore, I would like to take this opportunity to ask you to compose two more poems. Oh... It would be best if we could write poems on the wall.”
This was…
He was sparing no effort to help Qin Yu.
Qin Yu looked at the two of them in a daze.
Li Gang said,"Little friend, there's no need to say much about your poetic talent. I'm also ashamed of my inferiority." And little friend's action of eliminating locusts and disaster relief is even more meritorious in the present era, seeking a way for the people to survive. This old man is old and can't help little friend much. I only hope that this broken body can still be of some use.”
Can't help what?
With their reputations, if Qin Yu's poem was written on the walls of the Flying Yellow Building, then the Flying Yellow Building would be equivalent to a holy land for scholars in the future.
This was of great significance.
Of course, it was also because the two of them had confidence in Qin Yu. If Qin Yu had written two lousy poems, the outcome would be different.
Anyway, it would definitely be very satisfying.
Qin Yu felt that the Li Gang duo was indeed worthy of being the great scholars of the current era. Their character was admirable.
The reason why the two of them came this time was because they wanted to befriend Qin Yu.
However, Qin Yu knew that more importantly, the two of them probably wanted to use their reputation to quickly promote the matter of eating locusts.
In this way, the people will be benefited and the country will be stable.
Qin Yu could not help but bow slightly to the two of them and say,""I can't wait for the two great Confucians to think like this. Not to mention two, even ten or eight songs was not impossible.”
Kong Yingda waved her hand and smiled.”
"Alright." Qin Yu nodded with a smile and turned to Cheng Chumo, who was already in a daze."Get someone to prepare a brush and ink."
"I'll go, I'll go myself," Cheng Chumo quickly said.”
With that, he turned around and ran away.
Qin Yu turned sideways and said,"Please move."”
"I can't ask for more, haha…"
The two of them laughed loudly as they entered the restaurant. The crowd behind them followed closely behind like a swarm of bees.
Such a scene had never been seen before. How could they miss it?
At this moment, some scholars were secretly glad that they had come to join in the fun today. Otherwise, they would regret missing such a big event.
There were so many people that the entrance of the Fei Huang Building exploded. However, everyone consciously kept three steps away from the two great scholars.
They looked at the two great Confucians and even more so at Qin Yu.
The name of a child prodigy had already spread in Chang 'an.
However, this was the first time he had seen a child prodigy compose a poem on the spot.
This was a rare opportunity.
"The brush and ink are here."
Cheng Chumo quickly took back his brush and ink.
Kong Yingda and Li Gang looked at each other. Li Gang smiled and said,""You go first."
Kong Yingda did not shirk her responsibility. She nodded and stepped forward. She dipped her brush in ink and looked at Qin Yu."Little Friend Qin, please."
Qin Yu nodded slowly. After pondering for a moment, she smiled and said,"My Flying Yellow Pavilion doesn't only sell locust delicacies. What was rare was an extremely strong wine. Other than the Feihuang Pavilion, there was no other place in the world that had this wine.”
"Oh?" "Since that's the case, I'll definitely have a taste later."”
"Of course." Qin Yu nodded and said,"Then the first poem will be about wine."”
"Please."
Qin Yu said,"The title is 'Self-Dismissing'."”
After finishing the poem, Qin Yu did not let Kong Yingda wait. Seeing that he had finished the poem, she continued.
"When you get it, you sing loudly. When you lose it, you stop. Today there is wine today drunk, tomorrow worries come tomorrow worries.”
Qin Yu did not read very fast. When he finished reading, Kong Yingda had finished writing.
Then, everyone stared at the poem that Kong Yingda had just finished writing on the wall.
Words, naturally there was no need to say, how could the words of a great scholar be bad?
What they were looking at was a poem.
"This poem…"
"It is indeed a good poem…"
"The poem is decadent, and it's obvious that it hates the world. This was actually written by Young Lord Qin…"
"To be able to compose such a poem without a disappointing life experience…Hiss..."
"As expected of a child prodigy."
Kong Yingda smiled and looked at the poem. She slowly said,"What a good saying. This old man will get drunk here today. I wonder if it's okay?”
Qin Yu smiled." I can't ask for more. It's the honor of the Feihuang Pavilion for the two great Confucians to come in person."”
"Haha…" Kong Yingda laughed heartily and handed the brush to Li Gang.
Li Gang took it and joked,"This second song can't be worse than the first."”
Qin Yu pondered for a moment and said,"I've thought about it. I won't write a poem for this second poem."”
"Not writing poems anymore?"
Everyone was stunned. They were just getting excited, but Qin Yu actually said that she wouldn't write poetry?
This was…
How could this be possible? The surrounding people all revealed anxious expressions.
"Then what should I write?" Li Gang asked.
"Write a sentence," said Qin Yu.
"One sentence?"
"What words?"
Qin Yu smiled. Since they wanted to make this place a holy land for scholars, then... So what if he helped her?
Thinking of this, he slowly said,"To establish a heart for heaven and earth, to establish a life for the people, to inherit the ultimate arts of the past saints, and to create peace for all generations."”
"What?"
As soon as Qin Yu's words fell, it was like a bolt from the blue, shaking everyone's hearts. It was like the sound of the Great Dao, rumbling and unable to calm down for a long time.
Li Gang's brush had fallen from his hand, but he didn't know it.
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