Chapter 55: Slap Chunyu Yue in the face!
If he writes poetry, he will be ruthlessly crushed by Fusu.

If you don't write poetry, you will be despised and secretly laughed at by the ministers, and you may even lose the favor of the king.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Ying Ziye, watching how he would respond.

Facing everyone's expectant gazes, Ying Ziye gently picked up the wine glass, shook it slightly, and drank it all in one gulp.

As if he was not satisfied with drinking from the glass, he simply picked up the wine jug, threw away the lid, and drank directly from his mouth.

The wine spilled onto the ground, and this wild posture made him look more heroic!

He turned his gaze to Chunyu Yue, with a mocking smile on his face.

Ha ha!

Old fox!
Why did you choose poetry as a battlefield to suppress me?

Today, I will let you, an old stubborn man, understand what it means to try to steal a chicken but end up losing the rice, and to reap what you sow!
Chun Yu Yue stared at the mocking smile on Ying Ziye's lips, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.

Do not!
Absolutely not!

The Second Prince has been obsessed with martial arts since he was young, and has little knowledge of books. It is impossible for him to create a poem that surpasses that of Prince Fusu!
Chunyu Yue repeatedly warned himself in his heart.

boom!
Ying Ziye drank the last drop of wine in the jug in one gulp, and then he threw the jug at Chunyu Yue's feet, which shocked him.

Just as he was about to scold, Ying Ziye suddenly opened his mouth.

“Don’t you see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return!”

"Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening!"

hiss---

When these two lines of poetry were uttered, Ying Zheng, Chunyu Yue, Fusu and all the ministers present gasped and felt their scalps tingling.

So passionate!

Magnificent!

Just two sentences shocked the whole audience!
At the banquet.

Ying Zheng and his ministers stared at Ying Ziye in amazement, their eyes full of shock and admiration!
These two sentences alone are enough to surpass Fusu and be passed down for thousands of years!

When Chunyu Yue heard these two lines of poetry, his face changed rapidly, sometimes blue, sometimes white, sometimes purple, more colorful than the masks in a drama.

As a leading figure of Confucianism in the Qin State, he could naturally appreciate the extraordinary qualities of these two lines of poetry.

No, this is impossible!

How could a second prince obsessed with martial arts create such an exquisite poem that could be passed down through the ages? ?

coincide!

It must be a coincidence!
The poem is not finished yet, and the subsequent parts will definitely not be able to maintain such a high standard!

Chunyu Yue kept comforting himself in his heart, trying to grasp a glimmer of hope.

No one paid attention to Chunyu Yue's expression.

now!

Everyone's eyes were focused on Ying Ziye, and they held their breath involuntarily, for fear of disturbing his inspiration.

"If you are happy in life, you must have all the fun, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon!"

"I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent!"

"The five-flowered horse and the golden coat will exchange for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you!"

Ying Ziye recited the entire poem in one breath.

The sound is like a loud bell!

Bold and unrestrained!

Hearing this, Ying Zheng, the civil officials and military officers at the banquet were overwhelmed with emotion, as if they were there themselves, and they drank glass after glass of wine.

Generals such as Wang Jian, Wang Li, Meng Tian, ​​and Li Xin followed Ying Ziye's example and drank heartily!

Unprecedented enjoyment!
I can't stop at all!

Gurgle~Gurgle~Gurgle~
The entire hall!

The whole party!

The aroma of wine filled the air, and everyone drank heartily, forgetting all their worries and troubles, with only the mellow wine in their minds.
Everyone couldn't remember how many cups they drank, but they felt their stomachs were full of wine, they kept burping, their faces were flushed, their bodies were swaying, and they looked drunk.
Even those ministers who were not good at drinking had fallen drunk at the banquet, falling into a deep sleep and completely losing their minds!

Shock!

transfixed!

The guards and palace maids around were all filled with astonishment, staring in disbelief at King Ying Zheng of Qin and his ministers at the banquet; their appearance was something they had never seen before!

This hall has witnessed countless banquets, but has it ever been a scene like this?

If this matter were to spread to the world, it would surely shock everyone!
The source of all this shocking stuff was actually a poem recited by the second prince Ying Ziye!

Can you believe it?!

A poem has such a moving power!

respect!

Look up!

admire!

All kinds of emotions sprouted in the hearts of the servants and palace maids in the hall. Their martial arts were as good as gods, and their poetic talent was even more extraordinary!

The second prince, Ying Ziye, is like a god descending to earth!

This scene made Chunyu Yue fall into complete despair, with mixed emotions intertwined in his heart.

Sadness! Bitterness! Melancholy!
He knew very well that his plan had failed!

The original intention was to have Prince Fusu win the favor of the King of Qin by belittling Prince Ziye.

Now, it has backfired and pushed Young Master Ziye to the altar!
As a leading figure of Confucianism in the Qin State, Chunyu Yue knew clearly that this poem was enough to deify Master Ziye!

His "Cock Crowing" and Prince Fusu's "Crane's Crying".

It pales in comparison to it and is not worth mentioning!
It's really a case of losing the rice while trying to steal the chicken, and finally shooting oneself in the foot!
If God gave him another chance, he would never let Prince Fusu use poetry to suppress Ying Ziye again!
However.
There is no if in this world
"Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!"

"My son Ye has the appearance of a poet saint!"

"What's 'The Cock's Crow'? What's 'The Crane's Cry'?"

"Compared with my son's "Song of the Wine", it is simply insignificant!"

Ying Zheng praised repeatedly in a high-pitched voice. He was already a little drunk and spoke without restraint, totally ignoring Chunyu Yue's embarrassed expression, as if he had swallowed feces.

Snapped--

Chunyu Yue felt like he was slapped hard in the face!

It was he who suggested holding a poetry reading to liven up the atmosphere!

I wanted to support Prince Fusu!
结果
But he was ruthlessly crushed by Master Ziye in his specialty, which was a naked humiliation!

"The Second Prince should be made clear!"

"This poem is unique throughout the ages, unprecedented and unparalleled!"

"I was born to be useful! This is truly a revelation!"

"Based on this poem, the Second Prince can be called a poet immortal!"

"We must drink three hundred cups at a time! You are full of lofty sentiments and a role model for our generation!"

Following the King of Qin's praise, all the civil and military officials also echoed and sincerely admired the beauty of the poem.

This poem was a masterpiece in that era when poetry reached its peak, not to mention in this era of relatively backward culture, it is undoubtedly a stroke of genius!
A poem that made him a god!
Ziye Gongzi's "Song of the Wine" instantly brought the atmosphere of the banquet to a climax, making it even more joyous and enthusiastic.

Everyone was toasting, cups and plates were clinking, and there was laughter and joy everywhere.

Chunyu Yue and Fusu were depressed and hid in a corner, silently drawing circles, leaving behind their lonely backs.

It seemed to have disappeared from people's sight.

The banquet lasted until late at night.
Ying Zheng sent the palace's Dragon and Tiger Guards to escort the drunken ministers home, and announced a holiday the next day so that the ministers could get enough rest.

Ying Ziye's eyes were also dazed. He let the alcohol spread and enjoyed this rare moment of being tipsy.

With the gentle support of his maid, he staggered back to his own chamber.

(End of this chapter)