Although Lin Bingzheng marveled at Han Yang's poem, he still couldn't believe what Han Yang said at this time.
WTF? One step at a time?
Of all the literati in the world, probably no one would dare to say that.
You know, writing poetry requires conception and inspiration.
Sometimes when the mood strikes, inspiration surges, and a wonderful poem comes out casually.
But to say that you can recite eternal quatrains just by walking casually is beyond the understanding of everyone in the Hanlin Academy.
Even Prime Minister He Minghui's expression changed at this time.
"Han Yang, in front of His Majesty! If you deceive the emperor, it is a serious crime to be beheaded!"
But after hearing this, Han Yang still chuckled.
Immediately afterwards, he bowed slightly towards Emperor Qian.
"Your Majesty, I have no intention of deceiving you. I can really do it step by step."
"And it's no exaggeration to say that the poem I read is even better than the one just now!"
If you hadn't heard such words with your own ears, you would have thought that some madman was joking.
The Emperor Qian was also a little confused, where did this little eunuch get his confidence.
If it were anyone else, being able to write the sentence "Flying down three thousand feet" would be enough to boast for a lifetime.
But now, the eunuch actually said that he could read it better, step by step.
Is there really such a great talent in the world?
Emperor Qian was also full of curiosity at this time and said: "Han Yang, since you are so confident, I will allow you to take one step at a time."
"But you must know that if you fail to do it, I will punish you for the crime of deceiving the emperor!"
"Please rest assured, Your Majesty, the small one is definitely not a boast."
After saying this, Han Yang closed his eyes slightly.
Three hundred ancient poems from his previous life were constantly flowing through his mind at this moment.
He didn't rush to take the first step, but gave a slightly pensive look.
After about half a minute, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
"I, Da Qian, build a country by force. Since this is the case, I will recite a poem with the theme of battlefield. Your Majesty, gentlemen, please wait and listen."
After saying that, Han Yang raised his feet and took a step.
And his voice also slowly fell in the hall.
"Glow-in-the-dark cup of grape wine."
As soon as the first sentence was finished, the glasses of He Minghui and the others not far away lit up instantly, but there was also doubt in them.
The wine and the luminous cup in the first sentence sound like a wonderful thing.
What does this have to do with what Han Yang said about writing a poem on the battlefield?
Emperor Qian also frowned and leaned forward slightly, as if he couldn't wait to hear Han Yang's next sentence.
Soon, the second sentence followed.
"If you want to drink Pipa, hurry up!"
With this sentence, the atmosphere changed instantly!
It seemed like the graceful scene was just described, but now, there was a sudden sense of urgency.
Everyone present also changed their expressions, and their expressions were stagnant.
Immediately afterwards, Han Yang's third and fourth sentences fell at the same time, and his steps happened to take two consecutive steps before finally settling.
"Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield!"
"How many people have fought in ancient times!"
In an instant, the entire hall fell into complete silence.
Emperor Qian's body still maintained a forward leaning posture, but at this time, his entire expression was already covered in shock!
His pupils were wide open as he looked at Han Yang, his disbelief growing stronger!
Concubine Xiao next to her gently covered her mouth. She originally thought it was a complete joke for the eunuch to write poetry.
As a result, Han Yang actually did the impossible!
This poem just sounds extraordinary!
And He Minghui and others below looked at each other in confusion after being stunned.
Judging from their expressions, it was obvious that they had been completely shocked by Han Yang's poem.
After a long time, Emperor Qian stood up and clapped his hands together in excitement.
"What a poem! What a poem! This poem is very well written! Even better than the poem just now!"
"Don't laugh, lying drunk on the battlefield! How many people have fought in ancient times! In just two sentences, the cruelty of the battlefield is vividly described!"
"If I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I would never have believed that a eunuch could write such a poem!"
Emperor Qian himself was very knowledgeable and talented, and he was also somewhat proficient in poetry and poetry.
And this poem made him feel a different level of crushing!
He could conclude that Han Yang's poem was definitely not copied from somewhere.
Because it is impossible to write such a powerful poem in this world!
Han Yang said it was said by the immortal in his dream, which seems to be true!
He Minghui also echoed, his figure was excited and even trembling slightly.
"Your Majesty, I am so ashamed! I have been studying in the Hanlin Academy for so long and have written many poems, but none of them can compare with what Han Yang recited."
"Han Yang's literary talent, just based on these two poems, is enough to be the first person in Daqian!"
"I admire you! I admire you!"
Behind him, Lin Bingzheng and others nodded, and they were as excited as He Minghui.
Being able to write one song is already considered the pinnacle of excellence.
But now, Han Yang not only wrote one, he could also recite another one within four steps.
Such literary talents are no longer comparable to ordinary people. Even the veterans of the Hanlin Academy have to consider themselves inferior.
Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times!
These two sentences are enough to be engraved on Daqian's literary stele for future generations to admire!
And Yang Shirong's poem in Liang Guo still seems to be inferior to these two sentences.
Thinking of this, the eyes of a group of ministers were already ignited with blazing flames of hope.
If Han Yang were allowed to participate in the literary fight two days later, he might really have a chance to defeat Liang Guo and reverse the situation.
Emperor Qian naturally thought the same way. Looking at Han Yang, his eyes were shining.
"Han Yang, this poem of yours deeply touches my heart! It seems that you really did not deceive me!"
"In that case, let me ask you, do you know what the day will be in two days?"
Han Yang bent down slightly.
"Although I am a eunuch, I have heard from people in the palace that in two days, it seems that it will be the day when the Liang State delegation will enter Beijing."
"And when the time comes, there will still be a civil war between me, Da Qian, and Liang Guo!"
"Yes, that's right!"
Emperor Qian nodded, his expression serious.
"Although Daqian and Liang have been at peace for a long time, their overt and covert struggles have never stopped, and this literary struggle is one of them."
"It's just that for so many years, I, Dagan, have always been suppressed by Liang Guo in literary battles, and I have never been able to win once!"
"But the poem you just wrote and the one on the note gave me hope. You should understand what I mean!"
His eyes were slightly focused. Emperor Qian didn't finish his words, but the meaning was already obvious.
Han Yang is not a fool, what he wants is this opportunity!
Reciting two poems to save himself is his only purpose!
His ambition is not that simple!
