My Wife Is A General Who Killed Tens Of Thousands On The Battlefield - Chapter 21

[After Chapter 21?]

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

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

Place a table in front of each person.

The banquet started, and few people came.

They are all young courtiers.

Most of them were noble civil servants like He Sui.

There is no real power in the DPRK.

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 truly enter the power class of Dazhou.

Ten or decades from now, those in power in the DPRK may be these people.

Su Wen was the first to sit on the left of the prince. After all, he was the guest of honor today.

After everyone arrived, the prince held up the wine glass and laughed loudly: “I invite everyone to come here today to celebrate brother Su Wenxian. The father appointed him as the deputy guard of the East City of Kyoto. From today onwards, he is also my colleague. Let’s get acquainted.”

Everyone picked up the wine glass together, but in the eyes of most people, there was some disdain.

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

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

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

After drinking the wine in the cup, the prince smiled at Su Wen, “Aren’t you hungry? You’re welcome, just enjoy it as much as you like. Today we won’t go home if we don’t get drunk!”

Su Wen nodded and started to eat.

The atmosphere of the banquet slowly warmed up, but it was a little weird.

The prince is very enthusiastic to everyone, especially Su Wen, and Su Wen seems to be only interested in food, as for the other guests, but they are self-contained. After Su Wen, no one spoke to Su Wen.

It seems that Su Wen is isolated from everyone. Although she is the guest of honor at the banquet, she is marginalized a little bit.

The more alcohol they drank, the more intoxicated their faces became, and their behavior became more and more indulgent.

The prince left his seat, sat beside Su Wen, and persuaded him to drink cup after cup.

The crown prince put his arms around Su Wen’s shoulders, his face full of intoxication, and whispered: “Xian brother, have you seen it? Although Su Xiangquan is in power, he is very unpopular among this young generation. I’m afraid it won’t last long. The plan.”

Su Wen’s tongue was also a little bigger, and he said disdainfully, “With His Majesty’s grace, what are these people?”

The crown prince opened his drunken eyes and said in confusion, “Your Majesty favors Su Xiang, but what if it is decades later?”

Su Wen smiled and said, “Isn’t there still your Highness? As long as you are here, my Su family will always be worry-free.”

“Hahaha! Brother Xian is right.” The prince smiled more and more happily.

I don’t know if these two are really drunk, but someone was really drunk at the banquet.

He Sui is one of them.

Taking advantage of the wine, he got up and said with a smile: “Speaking of my current wealthy family, the most famous is the Su family, one of the three champions, but it is strange to say that these three champions do not have a famous song. Poetry is in the world, I don’t know if it’s deliberately hidden? Or what. Su Shao, have you ever seen Su Xiang’s poems at home, how about you tell me so that I can watch and study it?”

He was holding his breath. In the palace exam, he had a slight upper hand in poetry, but in terms of national strategy, how could he compare to Su Yu, who was nurtured by Su Changqing since he was a child?

In the end, Emperor Zhou named Su Yu as the champion, and he was always dissatisfied.

Today, I took advantage of the wine to provoke Su Wen.

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

Su Wen tilted his head to look at He Sui, pointed at him and laughed wildly: “Who am I, you’ve been the No. 2 player for 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 came second.

”

He Sui felt as if a knife had been stabbed in his heart.

“Ding Dong, congratulations to the host for getting He Sui’s anger, +100 emotion value”

Su Wen smiled even more, the guy was angry.

He Sui gritted his teeth and said, “Su Shaoji doesn’t remember that it’s not important to be here. I just heard about the name of Prime Minister Su for a long time, but I didn’t have the chance to meet him. I really want to see Prime Minister Su’s literary talent, can I?”

Su Wen shook his head and said, “Poetry is a small way, and it has never been my father’s attention. It is what literati learn to run the country and secure the country. Therefore, there are few poems in the world.”

He Sui was overjoyed. In his opinion, Su Wen was a sophistry.

He Sui said with a smile: “The difference between Su Shaoyan’s poems and the poems is the most fascinating, and the words are gorgeous and resonant. They are also handed down words and cultural heritage. Although it is a trail in governing the country, it is a great road in the literary world. It is natural for Su Xiang to govern the country. It’s well-respected, and it’s understandable if this poem doesn’t work, after all, people’s energy is limited, and there are not many people who can think of both.”

Su Wen touched his chin and smiled: “So that’s the case, it’s a coincidence, I’ve seen some poems written by my father.”

When the words fell, Su Wen recited aloud: “If life is just like the first time, what will happen to the autumn wind and sad painting fan.”

When this sentence came out, everyone was shocked!

In just one sentence, the sad atmosphere in the poem is already vividly displayed.

The kind of nostalgia for the first sight, vividly in my heart.

There are quite learned people here, but there has never been anyone who wrote such amazing words.

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He Sui opened his mouth wide in surprise. With just this sentence, he was already called the last high-quality poem.

But what surprised everyone was that after Su Wen read a sentence, he continued to lower his head to eat.

He Sui asked, “Young Master Su, what about the back?”

Su Wen didn’t lift his head: “No more.”

The other person couldn’t help but said, “Why not?”

Su Wen smiled and said, “I have seen it from my father’s study for many years when I was young. I remember this sentence, and it is already good. How can I remember so many.”

After listening to that sentence, all the people present felt astonished, and they couldn’t help but want to know what happened next, and said one after another.

“Young Master Su, think about it!”

“That is, such a good sentence, how can there be no text?”

“Su Shaomo needs to be in a hurry and recall his memories carefully!”

Even the crown prince persuaded, “Brother Xian, think about it, what’s behind it?”

Su Wen shook his head and said, “I really can’t remember. Anyway, didn’t He Sui say he wanted to read my father’s poems? Read one sentence, one poem, and the meaning is almost the same.”

“Ding Dong, the host is resented by the prince, and the emotional value is +10”

“Ding Dong, the host is resented by Wang Ru, and the emotion value is +20”

“Ding Dong, the host has been…”

To these literati, a good poem is comparable to a peerless wine, but at this time only the beginning has been seen.

It’s as if modern people have seen very good TV series and animations, but only the first three episodes, that kind of heart-wrenching feeling, not to mention uncomfortable.

“How could you forget?”

“Yeah, how can you forget it?”

“It’s such a good poem, but I only remember one sentence, it really is… Master Su…”

[End of this Chapter]