My Wife Is A General Who Killed Tens Of Thousands On The Battlefield

The banquet in the Prince's Mansion is divided into meals.

The prince sits high on the top, and the guests sit on the bottom on both sides.

Place a table in front of each person.

The banquet started, and few people came.

They are all young courtiers.

Most of them are noble civil servants like He Sui.

There is no real power in the court.

However, these people should not be underestimated. After they have enough qualifications in Beijing, they are very likely to be released as officials. At that time, they will be regarded as truly entering the power class of the Great Zhou.

Ten or decades later, these people may be the ones in power in the DPRK.

Su Wen sat first on the left hand side of the prince, after all he is the guest of honor today.

After everyone arrived, the crown prince held up his wine glass and said with a big smile, "Everyone is invited to come here today to congratulate brother Su Wenxian. The emperor appointed him as the deputy guard of the east city of the capital. From today on, he will be my colleague. Get familiar with everyone."

Everyone raised their wine glasses together, but most of them looked with disdain.

These literati are very young at this time, and it is the time when they are eager to serve the country with passion. Many people are quite dissatisfied with Su Changqing.

In their view, Su Changqing is a scum among civil servants!

Only by being favored and trusted by Emperor Zhou did he gain power.

After drinking the wine in the cup, the crown prince smiled at Su Wen, "Aren't you hungry? You're welcome, just enjoy it to your heart's content. Today we won't go home until we're drunk!"

Su Wen nodded and began to eat.

The atmosphere of the banquet gradually warmed up, but it was a bit weird.

The prince is very warm to everyone, especially Su Wen, and Su Wen seems to be only interested in food, but as for the other guests, they are self-contained, they discuss poetry, songs and Fu, the general trend of the world, but they don't care about it After passing Su Wen, no one spoke to Su Wen.

It seemed that Su Wen was separated from everyone. Although she was the guest of honor at the banquet, she was marginalized a little bit.

The more they drank, the drunkenness on everyone's faces became stronger, and their behavior became more and more indulgent.

The prince left his seat and sat next to Su Wen, urging him to drink one cup after another.

The crown prince put his arms around Su Wen's shoulders, his face full of drunkenness, and said in a low voice: "My dear brother, have you seen it? Although Su Xiangquan is in power, he is very unpopular among the younger generation. I'm afraid it won't last forever like this. It's a plan."

Su Wen's tongue was a little too big, and he said disdainfully: "With Your Majesty's grace, what are these people?"

The prince opened a pair of drunken eyes, and said in a daze, "Your Majesty favors Prime Minister Su, but what if it will be decades later?"

Su Wen said with a smile: "Isn't there still you, Your Highness, as long as you are here, my Su family will always have no worries."

"Hahaha! My brother is right." The prince smiled more and more happily.

I don't know if these two people are really drunk or not, but someone in the banquet was really drunk.

He Sui is one of them.

Taking advantage of the strength of his wine, he got up and smiled and said, "Speaking of the wealthy families in Da Zhou, the most famous one is the Su family, one with three champions, but it's strange to say that none of the three champion families is famous. The poems are now in the world, so I don’t know if they are deliberately hiding them? Or what. Young Master Su, have you ever seen Su Xiang’s poems at home, how about telling them so that I can look up and learn them?"

He held his breath, he had a slight advantage in the palace examination and poetry, but in terms of national policy, how could he compare to Su Yu, who was influenced by Su Changqing since he was a child?

In the end, Emperor Zhou selected Su Yu as the champion, but he was still dissatisfied.

Today, with the help of Jiu Jin, he finally provoked Su Wen.

The words are polite, but the meaning inside is not polite. If Su Wen doesn't deal with it well, it will inevitably become a joke in Kyoto again.

Su Wen tilted his head to look at He Sui, pointed at him and laughed wildly: "I don't know who it is, it's you who is the second in the list after a long time, what's your name?"

"He Sui!" He Sui said with a gloomy face, "Why is Young Master Su so forgetful?"

Su Wen smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I can't remember who the second place is."

He Sui felt as if his heart had been stabbed.

"Ding dong, congratulations to the host for getting He Sui's anger, emotional value +100"

Su Wen smiled even wider, this guy got angry.

He Sui gritted his teeth and said, "Whether Su Shaoji remembers or not is not important. It's just that I have heard of Prime Minister Su's name for a long time, but I have no chance to meet him. I really want to see Prime Minister Su's literary talents. Is it possible?"

Su Wen shook his head and said: "Poetry is a small way, and it has never been valued by my father. Governing the country is what scholars learn, so there are few poems in the world."

He Sui was overjoyed, in his opinion, Su Wen was sophistry.

He Sui said with a smile: "The difference between Su Shaoyan's words and his poems are the most fascinating. The diction is gorgeous and resonates with people. It is also a word handed down from generation to generation. It is a cultural heritage. Although it is a small way in governing the country, it is a great way in the literary world. It is natural for Prime Minister Su to govern the country. It is well understood, and it can be understood if this poem is not completed, after all, human energy is limited, and there are not many people who can think of both."

Su Wen rubbed his chin and said with a smile: "So that's the case. It's a coincidence that I have also read some poems written by my father."

After the words fell, Su Wen chanted loudly: "If life is just like seeing it at first sight, what is the autumn wind and the sad painting fan?"

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone was shocked!

In just one sentence, the desolate atmosphere in the poem has been vividly displayed.

The nostalgia for the first time is vivid in my heart.

All the people here are quite knowledgeable, but there has never been anyone who has written such amazing words and sentences.

He Sui opened his mouth wide in astonishment, just this one sentence is already called the last top-notch poem.

But to everyone's surprise, after Su Wen read a sentence, he continued to lower his head to eat.

He Sui asked, "Young Master Su, what's going on behind?"

Su Wen didn't raise his head: "It's gone."

Another person couldn't help but said, "Why not?"

Su Wen said with a smile: "When I was young, I saw it from my father's study. It has been many years. I remember this sentence, which is already good. How can I remember so many."

The people present, after hearing that sentence, felt amazed, and couldn't help but want to know the following, and said one after another.

"Young Master Su, think about it carefully!"

"That's right, such a good sentence, how can there be no context?"

"Su Shaomo, hurry up and recall memories carefully!"

Even the crown prince also persuaded: "Young brother, think about it carefully, what is going on behind the scenes?"

Su Wen shook his head and said, "I really can't remember. Anyway, didn't He Sui say that he wanted to read my father's poems? He also read one sentence and one poem. The meaning is about the same."

"Ding dong, the host received the prince's resentment, and the emotional value +10"

"Ding dong, the host has received Wang Ru's resentment, and the mood value is +20"

"Ding dong, the host is received"

For these literati, a good poem is like a peerless wine, but at this time they only saw the beginning.

It's as if modern people have watched very good-looking TV series and anime, but only watched the first three episodes. The feeling of scratching the heart is not to mention how uncomfortable.

"How could you forget?"

"Yeah, how can I forget?"

"This is such a good poem, but I only remember one sentence, it really is. Su Shao"