An eternal poem! What an eternal poem!
King Qi and the four daughters all stood up one after another.
They were waiting to see whether the masked man in front of them could really live up to their wild words and recite an eternal poem.
"Get out of my way!" Dongfang Yu roared with all his strength towards the people in front.
That roar! How arrogant and arrogant.
The Confucian scholars all around gave way one after another.
There is contempt and expectation!
When he was in elementary school, no one among his peers could surpass him when it came to reciting poems.
In "Three Hundred Tang Poems", if you recite a poem at random, it will be an eternal quatrain. These people in front of you are all like a rascal! Can't see the world, can't go to the lobby.
It was also Liu Wenxin who couldn't help but feel secretly moved when she looked at the manic man in front of her. But! Driven by her heart, she is a woman with a husband.
Even though they haven't met yet, her heart already belongs to King Qin.
Although women in ancient times were not as noble as men, they still adhered to the word "women's morality" in their bones.
certainly! She was looking forward to whether the poems written by this man could be as arrogant and arrogant as his temperament.
Dongfang Yu walked slowly, and when he was in front of Su He and Su Xi, he said loudly: "Since you two are famous all over the world, let's ask you two to be witnesses! Don't wait until the poem comes out, and neither of you will admit it! Wouldn't someone The loss is so big that it’s hard to tell if you have a mouth.”
Su Ho said angrily: "Don't worry, I have some reputation, and I have done some things!"
"in this way!"
"Very good!"
Immediately! Just push the crowd away and spread out the white paper on the table.
"Yu Wenhu, sharpen ink for me!"
Dongfang Yu shouted towards Yu Wenhu.
"okay!"
Yu Wenhu walked past everyone, came to Dongfang Yu's side, and began to polish the ink!
Dongfang Yu held the brush upright on the white paper, suspended in mid-air, and could not write for a long time.
Hahaha…
"Boy, you should write it!"
“I’ve been thinking about it for so long, maybe I can’t write it down!”
Seeing that Dongfang Yu hadn't finished writing for a long time, he thought he was just showing off, and everyone around him started laughing at him unscrupulously.
It's not that Dongfang Yu doesn't put pen to paper, but! There are so many poems stored in his mind. It is troublesome to search for "Three Hundred Tang Poems" alone.
Everyone Xin, today! The younger generation must use your poems to dampen the spirits of these people.
Thick ink dripped on the white paper, as if the black dot was the starting point of the poem.
Dongfang Yu put pen to paper.
break for a while
When I was drunk, I read the sword by burning the lamp, and I dreamed of blowing the trumpet company. Eight hundred miles away, the troops under his command are burning, the sound of fifty-stringed strings turning outside the Great Wall, and the troops on the battlefield being ordered in autumn.
The horse moves very fast, and the bow is as frightening as a thunderbolt. Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation during and after death. Misfortune happens in vain!
This pen is written freely, as if there is a spirit in the pen. Under the waving of the big hand, it is the great poet Xin Qiji's nostalgia for the battlefield and military camp.
In a drunken dream, I turned on the oil lamp and looked at the sword. In my dream, I returned to the various fortresses of the past, and the horns sounded one after another. Roast beef was distributed among the men, and the band played Northern Xinjiang songs. This is autumn military parade on the battlefield.
The war horses ran as fast as Luma, and the bows and arrows were like thunder, deafening. (I) wholeheartedly want to complete the great cause of regaining the lost land of the country for the monarch, and gain a good reputation that will be passed down from generation to generation. Poor man with gray hair!
Recovering the Northland has always been Xin Qiji's lifelong wish. such a pity! When my hair turns gray, I still look like a dreamer.
After the last stroke of finishing, the poem appeared in the eyes of everyone as it was.
This poem is also sad and expresses the helplessness of not being able to regain the frontier.
Liu Wenxin was meditating secretly, Zhao Yazhi was at a loss, Dongfang Yue was extremely moved, Su Xi was stunning, but King Qi was arrogant! Su Ho was even more shocked. The Confucian scholars around him kept their mouths shut, not daring to breathe a sigh of relief.
Bang bang bang!
Immediately! King Qi's palms couldn't help but clap, and his eyes were full of admiration. He loved poetry very much, and today's poem is comparable to a masterpiece.
"What a broken poem, it is truly a masterpiece of the ages! I admit that even if Master Xuan has lived for hundreds of years, so what? Compared with this poem, it has been eclipsed. I admire it, I think! Once this poem is published, it will be It shocked the world."
"Sir, I haven't asked for my name yet." King Qi Dongfangtian actually bowed with great courtesy. How sincere this bow was.
Dongfang Yu slowly started writing, and then said: "Haha! The famous ones don't dare to teach me, just the unknown ones!"
He can't say that he is Dongfang Yu! If this news is sent back, it will be great! Not sure! How many killers will the prince and several other princes send to save him from future troubles.
Then he looked at Su Ho, "Master Su, the boy was indeed reckless just now, but now! Has the boy won?"
"This this…"
"What a poem! It is indeed a good poem!" Su Ho's trembling arms wanted to touch the broken poem, but he was afraid that his recklessness would damage the paper. "I have a poor eye, sir, is this poem a masterpiece of all time?"
"I'm here, sir! Please tell me your name, sir!"
Master Su, who is usually extremely arrogant, at this moment! He actually bowed his head to a junior with a look of admiration, and the Confucian scholars immediately panicked. at the same time! Some celebrities among the Confucian scholars also shouted respectfully, "Please tell me your name, sir."
at this time! Dongfang Yucai is the most dazzling star in the world of poetry.
"Hahaha…"
"What's the name for an unknown person! If you don't think I'm arrogant, just call me the Poet!" Dongfang Yu laughed wildly.
Immediately! I have to go downstairs!
When Dongfang Yu was about to leave, Su Xi shouted hurriedly: "I wonder where your husband lives? You are always welcome at the World Poetry Tower."
Dongfang Yu paused for a while, "We will see you again soon! This poem has not been published for a while, so I will hand it over to the World Poetry Tower for the world's Confucian scholars to take a good look at."
"Remember! The World Poetry Tower is a place where truly talented, knowledgeable and famous people gather. Isn't it just a place for people who laugh at generosity and show off their vanity to boast?"
See you soon!
After Dongfang Yu and the others left, everyone was left with surprised expressions on their faces, unable to recover from their poetic mood for a long time.
See you soon! Four characters are enough to show that the masked man known as the "Poetry Saint" should be from the capital.
and! King Qi had already seen that with the perception and eyesight he had developed over the years, he was able to identify that the two people should be from the military camp. and! He is not an ordinary soldier, he is like a masked man who writes poetry. Every gesture and gesture reveals the aura of wealth, no! It's the same momentum as him.
"Ji Jian, go check for me and find out whose subordinate that follower named Yu Wenhu is." King Qi observed carefully and immediately caught the loophole.
then!
A poet known as the "Sage of Poetry", his poems that are timeless and unparalleled spread throughout the world like a hurricane.
Those who listen to poetry! Don’t be surprised! Even the poems written by Master Xuan are hard to compare with this.
