Hearing Tuoba Feixiong's accurate performance, Han Feng turned around and strode to the center of the hall. He faced the three great scholars and the ministers in the hall and said proudly.
"I just heard that three great Confucian scholars composed three poems respectively, "Four Harmonies Returning to the Heart", "Yong Carbon" and "Tao Zang". I am not very talented, and I also wrote three poems to pay tribute to the leaders of the Tianyuan Dynasty."
When everyone heard this, many people looked surprised and curious.
What kind of confidence does this young eunuch of Ningyue Palace who suddenly appeared have to evaluate the three "national poems" so unfavorably? What kind of poems can he produce.
At this moment, even the crown prince, the second prince, who also knew Han Feng, and even the fourth princess Tuoba Yilan, who had been enjoying Han Feng's full body massage every night, looked surprised. They never expected that Han Feng was good at massaging legs. I can also compose poetry.
At this moment, Han Feng was looking up at the sky at "forty-five degrees", frowning in thought, and assuming the posture of a scholar and poet.
With such a posture, only half a stick of incense was left, and the crowd in the palace couldn't help but feel a little commotion, thinking that this little eunuch was being mysterious and that he didn't know how to write any poems at all.
Just as there was some commotion in the main hall, the three Hongru people and the envoys from the Tianyuan Dynasty all sneered, waiting for Han Feng to make a fool of himself.
In the center of the hall, Han Feng suddenly took steps and spoke slowly.
"The first poem I wrote is called "The Emperor Yan Sweeps the Sihe"
Everyone was shocked when they heard this. Tuoba Feixiong, who was sitting high up, couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly and was attracted by the title of this poem. Doesn't "Yanhuang" refer to himself?
The next moment, Han Feng stirred up the spiritual power in his body and his voice was as heroic as a rolling river, overwhelming all the sounds in the hall.
"The Emperor Yan sweeps the four directions, how majestic the tiger looks!
Swing your sword to cut through the floating clouds, and all the princes will come to the west. "
As Han Feng's sonorous and powerful voice recited this powerful, heroic and domineering poem word for word, the sound was transmitted to every corner of the hall!
Everyone seemed to see a peerless emperor, wielding a sword in all directions, commanding the princes, showing unrivaled power in the world. For a moment, everyone was moved, horrified, and stunned...
And Han Feng’s voice continues!
"The clear judgment comes from the apocalypse, and the general approach leads to the talents.
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A continuous crossbow shoots at sea fish, and a long whale looks at Cui Wei.
The forehead and nose resemble the Five Mountains, making waves and spraying clouds and thunder.
The dragon's power covers the sky, and the prosperous age covers Penglai!
After reciting a poem, the originally noisy and noisy main hall was already silent, and you could hear a pin drop!
Even though Han Feng's reciting had stopped long ago, everyone seemed to still be able to hear the echo in their ears. Hearing this heroic and majestic poem that intimidated the world, everyone rushed out of the hall and reached the sky!
At this moment, everyone was shocked, including Tianyuan Imperial Master Huangfu Sheng, especially "Tuoba Feixiong" on the throne!
Han Feng's poems allowed them to see a peerless emperor with unparalleled achievements in ancient and modern times. He waved his sword and swept across all directions. Isn't that kind of courage and achievements that go forward and push everything forward the goal he dreams of achieving?
For a moment, Tuoba Feixiong seemed to be immersed in this poem, and he couldn't help but stand up from the throne.
The majestic body that was originally bent slightly due to the desolation of the country's fate suddenly straightened up at this moment, like an unsheathed "Emperor's Sword", shining coldly in all directions!
At this moment, Tuoba Feixiong seemed to have regained his imperial power, and his vigor soared into the sky, even better than before.
Compared to Tuoba Feixiong's sudden radiance, the three great scholars in the Taoist Academy that day were all shaken and their expressions changed drastically. They were completely shocked by Han Feng's song "The Emperor of Fire Sweeps the Sihe".
Especially the scholar who wrote the poem "Returning to the Heart of Four Harmonies", his pupils were trembling at this moment, and his face turned pale.
He was originally proud of his amazing poems that could suppress the fate of the country.
In front of the poem written by the other party, it was eclipsed, and the boundless momentum he had accumulated collapsed, causing the supreme belief in his heart to begin to shake violently.
In an instant, a strong wind blew over the Linde Hall, and the thick dark clouds that had accumulated dissipated a lot at this moment.
However, in the center of the hall, Han Feng, who was under the spotlight of everyone, was still immersed in poetry and could not extricate himself. From the corner of his eyes, he was secretly paying attention to the reactions of everyone in the hall.
Seeing that Tuoba Feixiong on the throne was in high spirits and had the majestic power of "drawing his sword and looking around with a confused heart", while the great scholars of Tianshengyuan all had dumbfounded expressions, Han Feng secretly sneered in his heart.
"Hmph, fight with me. Do you think you are a great scholar? Why am I afraid that I won't be able to kill you if I bring out the "Poetry Immortal"?"
Han Feng's song "The King of Poetry Sweeps the Four Harmonies" was adapted from "The King of Qin Sweeps the Liuhe" written by Li Bai, the poet in the previous life. It has been able to monopolize the reputation of "the Immortal of Poetry" in China for five thousand years. Li Taibai's talent, How can it be described with just two words: "amazing".
Han Feng used "stones from other mountains to attack jade" and used the talent of poetic immortals to suppress a great scholar. It was really relaxing and enjoyable.
Moreover, Han Feng did not give the other party any chance to breathe, seeing that the effect of the first poem had been achieved.
Han Feng spoke again, but this time, his tone changed from "heroic and brave" to "depressed and solemn", even with a bit of tragedy.
"The second poem I have given you is called "Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind"!"
Everyone was startled when they heard the name. It had an inexplicable sense of desolation and desolation.
The next moment, Han Feng's gloomy and low tone was already speaking out the words.
"The high autumn wind howled in August, rolling up the three-layer thatch on my house. The thatch flew across the river and scattered on the outskirts of the river. The taller ones hung on the treetops, while the lower ones floated around the sinking pond.
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There are tens of millions of mansions in Ande, which can shelter all the poor people in the world with joy! Unmoved by wind and rain, it is as peaceful as a mountain.
Alas! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, my house alone will be broken down and frozen to death! "
Han Feng's words were every word, and his voice was sad but firm.
Especially in the last two sentences, the "innocent heart" that is willing to pray for the poor people in the world, willing to endure the hunger and cold of the world by one person, and to move forward unquestionably has reached its peak!
When Han Feng uttered the last line of his poem, the originally silent hall was no longer quiet. Someone was repeating the last two lines as if in sleep.
"There are tens of thousands of vast mansions, which can shelter all the poor people in the world with joy! It is as safe as a mountain that does not stand up to wind and rain.
Alas! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, my house alone will be broken down and frozen to death! "
Suddenly, the crowd was in an uproar. Some literati shed tears and soaked their clothes, and some veterans beat their chests and cried bitterly on the spot... What kind of spirit and mind can produce such an eternal article that contains the "innocent heart".
At this moment, not only the civil servants of the Great Yan Empire shed tears, but also the great scholars and scholars of the Tianyuan Dynasty changed their colors completely. Some even couldn't help their eyes turning red and their eyes moist.
Even though they tried their best to suppress their emotions and didn't want to show it outside, they couldn't hide their feelings stirred up by the shocking work.
At this moment, the red-faced old man, one of the three great scholars who composed the poem "Ode to Carbon", also swayed and staggered back, unsteady on his feet, with a look of disbelief on his face.
Originally, he thought that his poem "Ode to Carbon" was already the "unbeatable" poem of this kind.
But the moment Han Feng composed the song "Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind", he felt enlightened and deeply shocked, and the unwavering faith in his heart was shaken!
"It's really good...good words...ah, there are such masterpieces in the world, I have no regrets after hearing them!"
In the end, he couldn't help but exclaimed with tears in his eyes.
At this moment, the dark clouds gathering over Linde Palace dispersed again, leaving only a thin layer of mist.
Just when everyone was shocked by the two poems written by Han Feng, "The Flame Emperor Sweeps the Four Harmonies" and "The Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind" and felt a little dazed, Han Feng spoke again.
"The third poem I have given you is called "Zhongnan Farewell"."
This time, Han Feng's voice was surprisingly calm, as if he was strolling in a garden and chatting casually with friends.
"In my later years, I just want to be quiet and don't care about anything.
I have no long-term plan, and I know I will return to the old forest.
The wind in the pine trees unwinds the belt, and the moonlight in the mountains plays the harp.
When you ask poor questions, the fishermen's songs go deep into Pu Shen. "
A simple poem with only a few crosses, in Han Feng's casual and even "lazy" tone, spread throughout the hall and reached everyone's ears.
Everyone present only felt that they were originally affected by Han Feng's first two poems, and their hearts were either agitated or depressed... and their minds were condensed.
At this moment, it is as if the spring breeze is blowing, and an inexplicable sense of relaxation and comfort washes away my heart, as if all worries have been put aside, there is no more "fame and wealth", no more "love, hate, love and hatred"...
Without everything that can disturb your mood, everything becomes simple and simple, making you feel infinitely peaceful.
At this moment, the civil servants and generals of the Great Yan Empire unexpectedly discovered that the inexplicable heavy and oppressive feeling in their hearts had disappeared at this moment under the three poems of the three great scholars of Tianshengyuan.
And also dissipated, there was the last ray of haze that had shrouded the hall for a long time, and the sky was clear again, with a bright moon and stars dotted in the sky.
At this moment, Tianyuan Imperial Master Huangfu Sheng, who had been able to maintain his composure, finally stood up in shock, his eyes shining brightly, his gaze locked on Han Feng, and a surge of emotion surged in his heart.
Because the other party's last poem, which seems to be the simplest and most simple poem, actually contains the true meaning of Tao.
"The Greatest Way to Simplicity"!
(PS: Two updates today)
