The Ultimate Prodigal Son - Chapter 1051

[Chapter 1051: Drunken Poetry]

“Yes, Prime Minister Lin, you can’t keep it to yourself.”

…

After hearing what Lin Tian said, the civil and military officials in the hall asked Lin Tian what kind of book he was reading. Why had they never seen it before?

“This is a book that I got from somewhere. It contains similar poems and essays. I would take it and read it when I had nothing to do, so I remember it clearly. But now, I don’t know why I can’t find that book.”

Lin Tian actually didn’t have this book. All of it came from his modern memory, including the 300 Tang poems, Tang poems, Song poems and other basic ancient poems that he had learned since elementary school. So, Lin Tian just talked nonsense to the emperor and the civil and military officials.

Although they were all very curious, they had to believe Lin Tian’s explanation.

“How much of the content in the book does Lin Aiqing remember? Can you repeat it for the historian to record?”

The emperor asked Lin Tian again.

“I don’t know how much I remember, but I can list them one by one for everyone on the spot.”

Lin Tian said to the emperor.

“Okay, then I’ll trouble Prime Minister Lin to repeat it, and the historians will record it.”

The emperor patted his thigh and said to Lin Tian with a happy face.

“Bring me some wine.”

Lin Tian said to the eunuch next to him.

The eunuch next to him was very confused. Wasn’t Prime Minister Lin going to repeat the poem? Why did he have to drink?

He cast a puzzled look at the emperor sitting in the main seat. After hearing this, the emperor nodded to the eunuch next to him. The eunuch ran down to get the wine for Lin Tian.

Lin Tian took the wine handed over by the eunuch and took a big sip. Lin Tian felt the strong liquor churning in his mouth, and Lin Tian shouted in his heart: “Cool.”

If the emperor and the civil and military officials knew what Lin Tian was thinking at this time, they would probably be surprised.

Under the gaze of the emperor and the civil and military officials, Lin Tian thought about it in his heart, and he didn’t know where to start.

After a long time, Lin Tiancai slowly opened his mouth, shaking his head and said: “I will first give you a poem “Youth”, which is the poem I just mentioned.”

“The bow back is bright and the sword shines on the frost, and

the autumn wind rides out of Xianyang.

I don’t plan to look back at my hometown

until I have conquered the Hehuang land of the emperor.”

Lin Tian repeated it in his mouth, and the historians were also writing on paper to record this peerless masterpiece. At the same time, they were still muttering.

“Wonderful, wonderful.”

“Very wonderful, very wonderful.”

“We were all short-sighted before. Prime Minister Lin’s talent is probably unmatched in the seven countries.”

…

Although they were all discussing, they all praised Lin Tian’s talent.

Lin Tianming didn’t show anything on his face, but he really wanted to use this feeling in his heart.

“My dear Lin, don’t stop. If you still remember, then continue to repeat it.”

The emperor also asked the eunuch to take the “Youth” that the historians had just recorded, and nodded while appreciating it. At the same time, he did not forget to remind Lin Tian to continue repeating it.

“Your Majesty, please bring this fine wine to reward Wei Chen. Next, I will recite a poem called “Song of the Wine.”

Lin Tian could not think of any poem worth reciting for the time being, because he had learned so many Tang and Song poems since he was a child. If he wanted to recite them, it would be difficult to do so without a certain amount of time.

So, Lin Tian took another sip of the wine and felt that it was better than the wine he usually drank before, so he wanted to praise the wine.

Then, Lin Tian thought of an ancient poem written by a big man in the Tang Dynasty, a person who was described as a poet in modern times.

“Song of the Wine?”

“Does Prime Minister Lin want to record the drinking situation in poetry?”

“If that’s the case, it’s incredible.”

…

After hearing what Lin Tian said, the civil and military officials in the hall talked about it again.

“Have you not seen that

the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky,

rushes to the sea and never returns.

Have you not seen that

the white hair in the mirror in the hall, which was

black in the morning and turned white in the evening.

…”

Lin Tian repeated “Song of the Wine” in his mouth. Lin Tian did not feel anything, but in the eyes of the emperor and the officials of cultural relics, they all looked at Lin Tian as if he were a monster.

“It’s a masterpiece, it’s simply a masterpiece.”

The emperor was the first to praise.

As soon as the historians finished recording, the emperor ordered the eunuch next to him to fetch it, and then began to appreciate it.

After hearing what the emperor said, Lin Tian did not say much. Instead, he took a sip and continued to read.

“The next one is “Quiet Night Thoughts.”

Lin Tian thought about it, but there was no poem suitable for this occasion, so he could only come up with some basic ones.

“The moon shines brightly in front of the bed,

I wonder if it is frost on the ground.

I look up at the moon, and

I look down and think of my hometown.”

Although this is actually a five-character quatrain, it has enough reputation.

Because this five-character quatrain is not only deeply loved by people, but also an ancient poem that modern students must learn since childhood.

The whole poem is not only simple and clear, but also clearly expresses the feeling of homesickness. This is why Lin Tian took it out.

“The next one is “Snow on the River.”

“The birds have flown away from the thousands of mountains, and

the traces of people have disappeared from the thousands of paths.

…”

Lin Tian finished one sentence and continued.

“The next one is “Night Mooring at Maple Bridge.”

“The moon sets, the crows cry, and the sky is full of frost,

…”

Lin Tian took another sip of strong liquor and continued.

“The next one is “Night Rain Sent to the North.”

“…”

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Tian was already half drunk, but he did not stop reciting ancient poems. At this time, Lin Tian had no idea how many Tang poems he had written.

However, it seemed that Lin Tian had no idea how many ancient poems and essays were stored in his mind, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not finish reciting them.

Originally, Lin Tian was already half drunk, and he used the alcohol to show his unrestrained and uninhibited nature that he dared not show on weekdays, as if he was really like a poet.

After about an hour, Lin Tian was so drunk that he had lost his ability to move. He lay on his back on the steps, but Lin Tian was still reciting ancient poems.

The historians in charge of recording could not hear clearly what Lin Tian was reciting, but they did not want to miss this great opportunity.

If they missed this opportunity to be closest to a miracle in the literary world, they would probably regret it for the rest of their lives. Not for anything else, but because every poem that Lin Tian recited was a masterpiece handed down

from generation to generation. They did not interrupt Lin Tian, and wanted him to continue reciting. They were also very close to Lin Tian, trying their best to hear clearly what Lin Tian was reciting.

In the end, when Lin Tian’s voice was too low and they could not hear clearly, they reluctantly stopped recording.

When they stopped, they sighed unwillingly.