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Chapter 27

In a whisper of ridicule and contempt.

Only King Yue An frowned.

Jiangnan...

He seemed to have heard this name somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

At this moment, Jiang Nan bowed and saluted, and began to write poetry,
"My family will marry me, Xitian, and entrust Xiwu Tiewang of a foreign country."

Its voice is high and far, and the tail sound is very long.

There's even a bit of a femininity to it.

But... no one cares.

At this moment, in the eyes of everyone.

It was as if I saw a princess of a great country in her youth, in the long line of farewell.

Carrying the king's life, he went to a foreign country and married in a faraway place.

The feeling of parting is suddenly felt.

During the banquet, an old man with gray hair stared at Jiangnan.

Everyone in Wutieguo knows that this is Zhou Husheng, a highly respected Confucian scholar from the Taiyuan Academy.

At this moment, this great scholar, even the pale beard at the corner of his mouth is trembling!
A poem, without the blessing of supernatural powers, relies on itself to pull people into the artistic conception of the poem!
"Teacher? Teacher?" Beside him, the young disciple called him, but he didn't respond either.

On the other hand, look at the Queen Mother at the moment.

Originally, she thought that Jiangnan would either write about the mother's ceremonies in the world, or write about the customs of Daxia, or present a poem for her birthday...

But she never thought that the first sentence of Jiangnan was about her marriage to Wu Tie!
in the silence,
Jiangnan sang loudly again,
"The dome is the room, the walls are the walls, the meat is the food, and the cheese is the pulp."

In an instant, in the Longevity Palace, everyone's thoughts seemed to be pulled to another scene.

On the vast wilderness and grassland, the military camp is stationed, and the sky is high and the wind is strong.

With the Qionghu as the room and the Xizhan as the wall, they ate mutton and drank milk.

In the sadness, there is heroism!

Before they came back to their senses, Jiangnan continued to sing,
"Sixi's heart is hurt in Changtu, and I wish to return to my hometown for Huanghu!"

Its voice echoed in the Longevity Palace, resounding in the ears of everyone.

Long time no go!

For the rest, there was no sound at all.

You can smell the needles falling!

Especially the Queen Mother, the corners of her eyes were filled with crystal tears!
She is the Queen Mother.

She is the queen of the previous Utie King.

She was also a woman who was a heroic woman who ruled the world for a while.

But he is also the former princess of Daxia.

At the age of 20 years old, I left my homeland and came to a foreign land.

He accompanied the emperor in battles.

Saved the country in peril.

Years passed quickly, the emperor was dead, and her children became emperors again.

She became the empress dowager of the mother world.

But in a certain corner of my heart, there are still many palaces and palaces in my homeland, and fireworks are scattered all over the sky.

My family married me, Xitian, and entrusted the king of Wutie in a foreign country.

The dome is a room and a wall, and meat is the food and butter is the pulp.

The habitual soil thinks the heart hurts, and is willing to return to his hometown for the Huang Hu.

In just a few poems, she summed up most of her life.

What a talent!
"Mr. Jiang, what's the name of this poem?"

The queen mother tried her best to suppress her trembling voice and asked.

He didn't even notice that, as a noble queen, he called a young scholar in his twenties as Mr.

Unconsciously, another respect is called the teacher's ceremony!

But no one cared about the crowd.

All kinds of eyes looked at Jiangnan.

Shocked, stunned, unbelievable...

"How...how can there be such talent?"

"I've been reading books all my life...but I can't make this poem! What a shame!"

During the banquet, the great scholar Zhou Husheng actually picked up the wine glass, drank it all in one go, and sighed in the sky!
Jiangnan bowed his hands to the Queen Mother: "Queen Mother, this poem is currently unknown."

"If you are still satisfied with the Queen Mother, please give me your name."

The queen mother took a long sigh of relief and said softly,
"I am in a foreign land, I miss my homeland, I am willing to be a yellow husk and return to my homeland"

"This poem is written as "The Song of the Yellow Hu," what Mr. Jiang thinks."

"As you said." Jiang Nan bowed.

At this point, he breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, when I was discussing with Princess Huaisu a few days ago, this poem was not the one I decided on.

But another serious banquet poem.

But later, when Princess Huaisu explained the life of the queen mother, this poem suddenly appeared in Jiangnan's mind.

The queen mother is such a strange woman who left her homeland for 40 years and only returned home a few times.

It's a perfect match for "Song of Sorrow" by Heqin Princess Liu Xijun!

However, he changed Wusun in the original poem to Wutie.

Now it seems that the effect is unexpectedly good.

After a while, the queen mother suppressed her emotions, and her expression was once again graceful and peaceful, but the corners of her eyes were still trembling slightly.

He turned his head and looked at King Utie.

"Your Majesty, after the birthday banquet is over, the Aijia wants to hang this "Yellow Husong" in the bedroom."

King Wu Tie was stunned for a moment, and said, "Zheng Zi should follow what the mother said."

After all, he looked towards Tangxia Jiangnan,

"Jiangnan poets are unparalleled in talent and meritorious in dedicating poetry. You should be given the name of Wu Tie Guo Shi, rewarded with [-] taels of gold, and a hundred pieces of beautiful cloth. If you go to the court, you don't need to bow down!"

Guo Shi, although he has no real power and no rank, is the name of the official recognized Confucian scholar.

Generally, only those high-ranking hermits, who have amazing works, will get the name of national scholars.

During the banquet, everyone looked at him with envy and amazement.

Especially those old pedants, who changed their contemptuous expression just now, simply beat their chests.

To export poetry like Jiangnan, and spread it through the ages, is what they want in their entire lives!

Some of them are in a hurry, if not for the disciples desperately blocking them.

I am afraid that I have already disregarded the etiquette and rushed up to discuss with Jiangnan.

King Wu Tie looked at Jiangnan, and the more he looked at it, the more delighted he became, and said, "Jiang Guoshi, do you have the will to go to the Wutie Temple in the future?"

Jiang Nan shook his head slowly, and said, "Thanks to the emperor for his grace, but I have been rambunctious since I was a child. This time I am only temporarily guarding Princess Huaisu. If I really enter the temple, I am afraid that the rules will be broken."

When this statement came out, it was even more difficult for people to understand.

In particular, Zhou Husheng, headed by several old Confucian scholars.

Guard?

This motherfucker is just a waste of talent.

Everyone in the literary world who has exported poetry!
To be a guard!

But because of the occasion, I didn't dare to say more.

I just decided in my heart that after the birthday banquet is over, I must visit this Jiang Guoshi!
And King Wu Tie, who was rejected, was not annoyed.

"As expected of the countryman's style, Jiangnan, if you want to be an official in the future, you can come and see me."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall could not help but take a deep breath!
The Emperor Chrysostom said, this is truly effective.

With the emperor's words, if he really wants to be an official, his career will surely go smoothly, and he will be prosperous and rich from then on.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Jiang Nan bowed again and returned to the room.

The salute continues.

But in the future, no matter what it is, under the brilliance of "The Song of the Yellow Hu", it will appear so tacky.

It made everyone less interested.

And the prince in the room was even more stupid.

He could not have imagined that this Jiangnan could win the sword of Ye Xiao.

Even in the poetry, also have such attainments?

Is this still human?

At this moment, King Yue An, who was thinking hard, finally had a flash of light in his mind!
Jiangnan...

Scholar...

Daxia people...

Isn't this the new embroidered outer finger, the sword head of Jianlu?

For a time, King Yue An's thoughts were surging, and it was difficult to calm down for a long time!
(End of this chapter)