The Yan people are a warlike nation, ignorant of culture and etiquette, truly a country of uncultured brutes. Both Qian and Chu are lands of propriety; how can we be long bullied by beasts?
We must strive with strength!"
"Mr. Su's words resonate deeply with me, come, let's drink together!"
The Regent was evidently very satisfied with Zheng Fan.
As a scholar, you may not know about warfare, after all, since Xia, the kind of scholar-generals there have been only a few throughout the East.
As a scholar, to express bold sentiments through poetry, to compose inspiring lyrics, is already fulfilling your duty.
Lord Zheng took the wine gourd from the swordsmith's hand; he didn't bother to wipe the mouth of the gourd but drank deeply.
The wine was rich and fragrant, but not very strong; Lord Zheng wiped his mouth after drinking and exclaimed:
"Excellent!"
The Regent chuckled, saying: "The delightful part is that with Mr. Su's song accompanying us, this journey won't be lonely."
