His Majesty the Emperor arrived and came to the chief seat. The banquet officially began. Everyone raised their glasses to celebrate the emperor's birthday. Everyone drank it all in one go, except for two of them.

One is Han Xin, the chief envoy of Handan, and the other is Huan Tan, the deputy envoy of Handan.

Han Xin used all his strength and frowned and swallowed the wine. Then he coughed continuously and his face turned red. Huan Tan even spurted a sip of wine to the ground. Then he opened his mouth and yelled, saying, "This wine, why is this wine so hard to swallow."

All the ministers laughed. They had a similar embarrassment when they drank high-altitude wine for the first time.

Zheng Xing handed him a bowl of water and stroked his back, saying, "This is a special high-quality wine, called this water forgetting. It is named after the water used by this water and drinking it. The wine is mellow and strong. People who drink it first cannot put it in their mouths, but they will feel better after drinking a few more cups."

The emperor also smiled and said, "It seems that the two Qings are not used to drinking this high-level wine. Come and exchange wine for the two envoys!"

Huan Tan shook his hand quickly and said, "No, there is no need to change it. The wine is so spicy at first. After siping it carefully, it feels like the fragrance is mellow. I want to try it again."

Han Xin's face turned red. In his opinion, this person was a big loser today. As an envoy, such a loss of manners was unforgivable. He felt that the other party must have done this on purpose so that they would lose their embarrassment on the spot, so he was very angry.

He stood up and bowed, "Your Majesty, please forgive me for losing my manners. Foreign Ministers are not good at drinking. I will stop drinking this wine. Please forgive me for my crimes."

Gu Gong beside him advised: "Han Gong, this wine is pure grain craft, and it is the best high-level wine in the world. If you taste it slowly, you will have nothing to do. Drink it! When you return to Handan, there will be no good wine."

He was kind-hearted, but Han Xin was furious and regarded this kind-heartedness as a mockery, especially the last sentence. What does it mean? We don’t even have good wine in Handan? We have to drink some wine from you Chang'an?

Han Xin said angrily: "Wine is a thing that loses one's will, so it's better not to drink it."

This was a disappointment at the banquet, second only to overturning the table. As an envoy, he was a guest. The host was kind to entertain him. Not only did he not appreciate it, but he attacked a large number of people as soon as he spoke. In the eyes of everyone, he was really a bit ungrateful.

Everyone frowned and looked at him, but no one said anything, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

At this time, Huan Tan smiled and said, "Han Gong is in good health recently and should not drink alcohol. I have drunk all his wine. Han Gong, we have agreed that you don't regret it. I will eat more today!"

After this fight, he resolved the embarrassment and the atmosphere became lively again.

When Huan Tan drank this high-level wine again, he knew that he should come slowly first. Then he became more and more delicious. He drank and praised the good wine while drinking. Everyone came to toast, but he refused everyone, and felt that he couldn't stop his mouth.

There are inevitably singing and dancing to entertain the banquet. The singer's voice is gentle and the lingering sound is lingering. The dancer's figure is slim and the dance posture is moving. Huan Tan was very excited to see it, but Han Xin had a calm face and felt that these things were not in line with etiquette.

After drinking for three rounds, someone suddenly heard someone shouting: "I heard that Duke Huan was a Taile Ling and had an unparalleled piano skill. Why not play a song on the spot to help the banquet and open our eyes?"

Huan Tan was drinking happily, and his alcohol was rising and his spirits were excited. After hearing this, he rolled up his arms and rolled up his sleeves and said, "Come on, there is wine but no piano, especially meat but no sauce. It tastes tasteless, the piano is here!"

Someone had already served the piano, and Han Xin had a calm face and whispered two words: "Yale."

Back then, Zhou Gong Ji Dan made rituals and music, and there were regulations on the etiquette and ceremonial music in various aristocratic lives. Music was also part of the ritual, and there were particulars on any occasion to play music. Suburban clubs had music from suburban clubs, and food and food were sounds of food, tasting, rural scheming, king's grand offering, marching and field service and other occasions each had music that matched them.

Although Huan Tan had been a music official in the royal family, he disliked the most elegant and upright music. He was very knowledgeable about folk music and publicly praised the "Zheng Sheng" in the pre-Qin period. Most of the new songs were created based on folk tunes.

He once played the music with strong folk flavor in the palace. Liu Xiu was used to listening to the music in the palace. When he heard Huan Tan's new song, he felt very fresh and highly praised. However, he was complained by the old scholars in the court that they were not in line with the etiquette. Liu Xiu was basically a rule-abiding person, so he didn't let him play it much, so as not to cause those old scholars to nonsense.

On such an occasion of mission, Han Xin was afraid that he would not comply with the rules and lose the dignity of the envoy. If Huan Tan had not agreed quickly, he would have stopped him from playing. Now he was afraid that Huan Tan would play his minor tunes and make people laugh.

Huan Tan was very excited, but when he saw Han Xin's face was solemn, he suddenly felt a little discouraged. He stroked the strings of the piano and his hands together, it was indeed a stern music.

The ministers in the hall had already relaxed a lot by drinking. After hearing this elegant and upright joy, they had to sit upright, withdrew their smiles, and sat upright, as if they were discussing national affairs in the court.

The atmosphere of the banquet changed all of a sudden.

Huan Tan himself did not like Yale, and he was not very interested in playing Yale. In his hands, this Yale seemed weak and lifeless.

Before the song was finished, the emperor waved his hand and stopped and said, "I have listened to these songs on weekdays. Today, when I have a banquet, there is no need to be polite. Huan Qing came from afar, and there must be fresh tunes for me to appreciate. No matter what folk tunes are, just play them."

Liu Yu often heard Xiao Banden's report and knew that this was a folk music lover. In the half month waiting for the summoning, he had already made several cattle tunes.

Today, the world is simply a musical desert for him. He usually listens to all the music and his ears are calloused. He finally saw a folk composer, so he had to let him make some flavorful tunes to listen to.

When Huan Tan heard the folk tune, he immediately became energetic, so how could he care about Han Xin glaring at him? He turned his hands, ding ding dong dong, and the cheerful and humorous music immediately flowed out.

The music is incomparable infectious, and the joyful music makes everyone in the hall happy. Some people beat the music with the rhythm and tapped the lacquerware on the table with chopsticks.

After playing the song, the emperor shouted: "Good song!" So the ministers cheered one after another. Only Han Xin in the entire hall was still calm and out of place with the atmosphere around him.

Huan Tan was inspired and played two more songs in a row, one in the wheat-cutting and the other in the pastoral song, which were all folk songs, which pushed the entire banquet atmosphere to a climax.

The emperor said, "Huan Qing, although your music is good, the music is still a bit monotonous. It would be great if it was richer."

Huan Tan was a little surprised, "Your Majesty is interested in the joy of the word? Foreign ministers are brave enough. Can you ask Your Majesty to give me some advice?"

The emperor said: "My only has five tones, Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, and Yu, which is not rich enough. I still need auxiliary ministers to rule the world, and the officials of each department also have auxiliary officials, but the five tones have no auxiliary. Is it okay? In my opinion, add a consonant between the ke and Zheng, which is one-half of the difference between the two sounds. After the Yu sound, add another consonant, which is also half the correct sound. Yi Wuyin is a five-point and two auxiliary sounds, and the changes in the music will increase several times."

After hearing this, Huan Tan was silent for a while, then suddenly waved his hand, and a new song, poured out. The tune was completely different from the music just now, and it was gentle and bright from beginning to end, making people sound as comfortable as returning home.

Liu Yu was excited. Damn, this tune is very similar to modern songs! It has a bit of a guitar-style folk song, but it is more pleasant than those folk songs. The tune is simply beautiful. After listening to this song, Liu Yu felt a little bit like his residence in the Magic City.

I have to say that the artistic level of the ancients was high.

After playing the song, the hall was silent for a while, and then someone said, "It's so beautiful!"

"The sound of the lingering sound is lingering on the beams for three days, this is what I mean!"

"I heard "Shao" in Qi. After three months, I didn't know the ignorance of flesh and blood, and said, "I don't want to be happy because of this." Now that I hear this song, I feel the same as the saint."

Suddenly someone sighed: "This song really makes people miss the home in Chang'an!"

This evaluation immediately aroused countless resonances. Everyone was brought into the situation by Huan Tan's music and felt homesick. Even Han Xin next to him forgot whether to keep etiquette or not, and sighed inconspicuously.

Huan Tan stood up and left the table, bowed, and said, "I have written this homesick song for more than a year and changed it several times, but I can't satisfy you. Listening to Your Majesty's words today is like a sudden enlightenment, and it's like waking up from a dream. I play this song again and add the consonant that Your Majesty said, which is indeed very satisfying. Your Majesty is so proficient in the joy of the Tao, which makes me admire you."

The emperor gave a standard answer, "What a trick to get rid of!" Isn't it just 12356 to add 47? Don't it be too simple!

Huan Tan was so excited that he couldn't control himself. Emperor Jianshi said casually that he had broken the music theory that had been passed down for thousands of years. For a eccentric like him, it was simply opening the door to a new world. He wanted to lock himself up at home immediately, write music and piano, and spend three days and three nights.

Han Xin was a great scholar of the times, and he was well-versed in all six arts. Of course, he also studied music and was also an expert. He knew the meaning of adding consonants. At this time, he was very surprised and said to himself: "People say that Emperor Jianshi got the dream of King Jing of Chengyang. He could understand it without a teacher. Only then can he understand the world? Otherwise, how could he explain his words to make Huan Tan, a master of the world's music scene, so excited?"

He was stumbled in his heart, and there were ten hundred thoughts passing by, thinking for a moment: "These strange things are the usual practices of the ministers who boasted about the emperor."

After a while, he thought: "But he is so young that he can point out the important points in one sentence. Perhaps the concerts that have been passed down for thousands of years have changed. How can it be explained without the talent of heaven?"

After thinking about it, Han Xin suddenly stood up and said, "Your Majesty, I heard that Your Majesty is good at expressing his aspirations with poetry. During the Western Expedition, he wrote "Short Songs" to make the talented people in Longxi compete to submit, and Wei surrendered. Your Majesty once wrote a poem seven steps and wrote "There is a Strange Tree in the Courtyard", which made the four counties in Hexi not fight. Now Your Majesty takes the power of Ding Shu and leads millions of people to Luoyang. There must be a new work. Foreign ministers are willing to hear Your Majesty's new work."

What? Do you want to make a poem again? What poem should I ask me to do, as an emperor? Liu Yu muttered in his heart that he had played the songs of the poem twice, and he would like to play it again today. Are you tired of being tired?

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There is no way, there are always people coming up to make His Majesty the Emperor show his face. Liu Yu suddenly remembered a poem with a slightly dirty name.

The emperor picked up the wine glass, drank it all, and said, "This morning I saw the sunrise in the east. I suddenly got a poem that could express my feelings, but it was not a four-character or five-character, but a rare seven-character poem, and the sentences were very simple."

In order to enhance the appeal of art, he stood up, so everyone in the hall stood up, and everyone stood up, waiting for His Majesty the Emperor to recite the poem.

The emperor raised his hands and said loudly: "The sun is shining brightly, and thousands of mountains are like fire."

Han Xin's heart moved.

Although these two lines of poetry sound ordinary, they have a unique simplicity and roughness, open and spectacular momentum, which is very consistent with the emperor's identity.

At this time, Liu Yu shook his arm, his wide sleeves seemed to sweep across the world, passing over more than a hundred counties and countries in the Han Dynasty. He chanted the next two sentences loudly: "In an instant, we will go up to the sky and eliminate the stars and the waning moon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Xinru was struck by lightning, and her head buzzed, and she kept repeating this sentence: "Turn away the stars and the waning moon, and evacuate the stars and the waning moon. This ambition is too grand. He is the sun with great light, so what about Emperor Jianwu Liu Xiu? Is it actually the star and moon that was expelled?"

In Han Xin's eyes, Liu Xiu was the supreme monarch and was inviolable, but in the eyes of this young emperor, Liu Xiu, like Gongsun Shu, Wei Xiang and others, were just stars hidden under the sunlight.

This poem is magnificent and full of emperorly atmosphere. Han Xin secretly exclaimed: How could this young man have such a courage?

"It's a true hero." This thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

Huan Tan inevitably drank too much. When he woke up, it was noon the next day. Han Xin shouted repeatedly to leave, and Huan Tan had to endure the headache and follow him.

When the two passed by Hanoi again, Feng Yi had already returned from Handan and officially took office as the prefect of Hanoi. When he first took office, he had a lot of things to do and was very busy, so he had no time to play chess with Huan Tan.

Seeing that Hanoi was mobilizing troops everywhere, all heading south and west, Huan Tan seemed to be preparing for a big battle. At this time, he realized in his heart that perhaps Emperor Jianwu Liu Xiu had never thought of making peace with Chang'an, and sending them on missions was just a formality.

When they returned to Handan, it took several days before the two were summoned by the emperor. When Huan Tan saw Liu Xiu, he felt like he was thorning on his back. He couldn't help but think: "It's better for the cattle-herding emperor to be kind and casual, and he's much more comfortable in front of him."

This thought happened, and even Huan Tan himself was shocked. If he was to judge the crime by "slander", this thought would be enough for him to destroy the clan.

The emperor asked about the situation in Luoyang, and Han Xin answered one by one, but he couldn't say more, because he was stuck in the messenger throughout the whole process and had basically no communication with Xiao Banden.

The emperor asked Huan Tan, what could Huan Tan say? He and Bandeng sang cattle tunes every day. In Luoyang for more than half a month, he made several songs. After returning to Handan, Huan Tan kept himself at home for several days as he wished, and wrote several songs with Qiyin.

"How happy are you having fun in Luoyang?"

Liu Xiu said this with a smile, but Huan Tan instantly broke out in a cold sweat and immediately apologized, saying that he was indulging in fun, and only knew how to play the piano and compose music every day, and he was forced to let His Majesty down.

Liu Xiu waved his hand and asked him to get up and said, "I know you are bored in the post and just have fun. When you are free, you should play a few new songs for me to relieve my worries."

When Huan Tan thought of those old scholars, he suddenly lost interest and said, "I dare not be rude, and I should play the music of elegance and justice for Your Majesty."

Liu Xiu said: "Do you dare to be rude in front of the cattle-herding emperor?"

Huan Tan didn't know how to answer. He didn't know how the emperor knew about his affairs at the banquet, or someone in his entourage reported it, if someone in Luoyang secretly colluded with Handan.

No matter what, Huan Tan felt even more uncomfortable. At this time, he wanted the emperor to treat him as a jester and just kept him by his side every day to play music.

The emperor had turned to Han Xin and unconsciously flipped the memorial in front of him. He asked, "In Han Qing's opinion, what is the person of the cattle-herding emperor?"

Han Xin said: "He is not focused on the details and does not abide by the common people. He is brave, has ambitions, has a grand ambition, and has the world. He looks at it from his ministers, and is like a high emperor."

Liu Xiu's hand, who was flipping the book, suddenly stopped, and his body stiffened significantly. He raised his head, and his lowered voice seemed a little hoarse, "According to your wishes, Emperor Gao will be reborn, should I do it in the north?"

Han Xin is a straightforward person. Liu Xiu has already shown unhappiness. He is still saying: "Your Majesty, I don't mean this. I just say that the cattle-herding emperor is like the Gao Emperor, nor does he mean that he is the Gao Emperor's rebirth."

Liu Xiu threw the memorial to the head, which scared Huan Tan to death, and he lowered his head and dared not speak; but Han Xin's expression remained unchanged and stood up.

Liu Xiu said, "Then tell me, who do I look like?"

Han Xin said: "Your Majesty is like King Wu, and leads the princes to attack Wudao, and starts the eight hundred years of foundation in the Zhou Dynasty."

Liu Xiu's expression calmed down and said, "How can I compare with the achievements of King Wu to succeed the ancestors, worship the ancestral temples, inherit the Han dynasty, and revive the Han Dynasty?"

Han Xin said: "Your Majesty is called Zhongxing, but it is actually a pioneering creation, and it is of great significance!"

Liu Xiu's face finally turned gloomy.

Huan Tan breathed a sigh of relief, secretly glad that Han Xin finally changed his sexual desire today. He did not just anger the emperor, but successfully pulled the words back.

Han Xin didn't hear Huan Tan's thoughts at all. He just unknowingly avoided a huge pit he dug and walked towards another giant pit.

"Your Majesty, the Cattle-herding Emperor uses poetry to express his aspirations. Although the sentences are simple, his ambitions are great and his spirit is extraordinary. I have never seen such a seven-character poem." Han Xin said.

Liu Xiu was intrigued, "I heard that he could write poetry for a long time. I thought he was just a writer for a modern official. I didn't expect that there would be a new work. Let me listen."

"The sun first emerges and the mountains are like fire. In an instant, the stars and the waning moon are gone!"

Liu Xiu slapped the table and said sternly: "I want to see who is the sun? Who is the moon?"
Chapter completed!