Yan Lingyu's heart was agitated.
The poem recited by King Yin just now is deep, profound and extraordinary.
The emotions are extremely sad and angry, and the words are extremely bold and calm.
The poems vary in length and are intricate.
The rhythm is fast and slow, changing rapidly.
Underneath the heroic spirit is a surge of sadness.
He previously commented that King Yin was limited by melancholy and was not ambitious enough.
But this poem contains eternal sorrow but at the same time it is heroic. It is a magnificent poem.
The prince did not lose unjustly.
This poem is simply shocking and weeping.
Su Xiaoyao stopped staring at Zhao Wujiang.
She lowered her eyes slightly and copied the poem.
There was a burning spring in her eyes, and she couldn't help but be tempted by King Yin's talent. She was infected by this talent.
Her pretty face became more and more rosy, like the half-opened peach blossoms on the twigs in early spring.
She thought too much at the moment, thinking about the stories of talented men and beautiful women she had read in the past.
A little sad for a moment.
There are so many talented people and beautiful women in the book who cannot be together because they are not in the right family, because they have different positions, and because of the obstacles of fate.
She is so similar to King Yin now.
But the biggest difference is that she doesn't like the talented man that much, and the talented man doesn't like her that much either.
What she admired was talent, but that was all.
As for how to get to know this man, how should she do it?
Lin Yu stood not far behind His Royal Highness, already looking around at everyone with his head held high.
He probably didn't understand half of what the poem meant, but that didn't stop him from thinking it was a good poem.
Because just listening to His Highness's heroic words recited it can make one's blood boil.
He also heard his own name.
And looking at the reactions of the guests and those close to the main seat, it is even more proof of the power of this poem.
As expected of His Highness, this is strength!
Lin Yu's face was filled with a smile that couldn't be concealed, and he felt proud.
At the same time, his mentality also changed.
In the past, I was loyal to my Highness, but now I have more respect.
Zhao Wujiang saw everyone was silent.
He smiled, thinking of a poem by a faculty member he considered an idol and spiritual leader.
With a faint tone, he began to sing:
“Sitting alone in a pond is like a tiger crouching, nourishing one’s spirit under the shade of a tree.
If I don’t speak first when spring comes, which insect will dare to make a sound! "
Suddenly, the dinner hall became increasingly silent. Isn't this poem too domineering?
What does it mean to be ambitious? This is having a grand heart!
And this is not only magnificent, it is simply boundless!
"I am so angry that I lean on the railing and the rain stops.
Lift our sight, the sky and shouts, grand, vehement.
Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon.
Don't wait any longer. The young man's head will turn gray, and it will be so sad! "
Zhao Wujiang was almost furious and chanted another patriotic poem.
He was full of energy, looked sideways at Yan Lingyu who was staring at him blankly, and said with a smile:
"Please give me your review, Mr. Yan."
Heroism, magnificence, structure, everything is there, what else can an old man evaluate? Grand Tutor Yan Lingyu's hair was gray and she smiled bitterly in her heart.
He didn't know for a moment whether he should lament that he was old and incompetent, or whether he should lament that his future life was terrible.
He knew very well that even when he was young and energetic, he would never be able to compose such a magnificent poem.
Heroism and talent are integrated into each other and can be freely released.
What kind of talent can do this?
"Teacher must be tired." Prince Ji Boying had already been shocked to the point of numbness, and in the end, only the frustration in her heart was left.
He knew that it was almost impossible to suppress his good brother in this way.
It can’t be done anymore.
Who knows what else this good brother of his is hiding?
To defeat King Yin, he, the prince, could only consolidate his own advantages, such as the support of the elders of the Ji family and the support of many courtiers.
These advantages are so great that they far outweigh today's setbacks.
He need not worry about this.
The advantage is his!
Ji Boying's heart was agitated and she could only comfort herself in this way.
Since this kind of suppression is not enough, then he has no choice but to show no mercy.
He will use his overwhelming power to convince his good brother.
