The Strongest Violent Emperor

"Now everyone can compose a poem on the Poem King Terrace with the poem that they have prepared."

Mai Yong said.

Soon, everyone took turns writing poems on the King of Poetry Terrace.

It's just that no one caused the King of Poetry to show up. Not even the most ordinary white light.

There is a saying in Shiwangtai. The white light appeared, which proved to be a qualified poem. Blu-ray is an excellent poem. Qing Guangxian is an outstanding poem. Ziguang is a famous poem that can last forever. Even Du Fei, the king of poetry, was only at this level. Although he wrote many poems in his life. But the poems that have lasted forever are just one or two of that name. And the highest level of yellow light. This level, even the king of poetry Du Fei himself did not reach it.

Although Fengyun Dynasty's poetry style is very strong, no one can make such a poem yet.

Liu Ce was a little boring to hear. The poems here are almost the same if they don't say shit.

"Mak, now it's your turn."

"Yeah, we all want to hear your poems. Last time you wrote a poem, but the blue light appeared on the Poet King Terrace..."

Mai Yong was also somewhat proud at the moment, nodded, and stood up.

At this moment, even Murong Qingwu was attracted attention. This made Wei Hong, who had always admired Princess Tian Yao, feel jealous. Unfortunately, although Wei Hong was able to squeeze into the top five of the young generation in Tai'an City in martial arts. But in the poetry, he has never done anything and is not interested. Seeing that Mai Yong, who is inferior to himself in martial arts, actually attracted Murong Qingwu's eyes by composing poems, it made him a little unhappy.

Mai Yong carried his hands behind his back and muttered:

Surge

The gurgling water on the other shore,

Chunxue faded.

Jiaomei and weak willow try on the spring sweater.

...

"Great……"

The eyes of the noble children present brightened.

Murong Qingwu also took a deep look at Mai Yong. Obviously, I am still satisfied with this poem. Although the front of this poem is not so good, it still shows the overall artistic conception of this poem at the back. This poem is excellent.

Sure enough, this poem made the entire Poem King Terrace slightly shake. Immediately afterwards, the entire Poetry King Terrace flickered in blue.

"Wow! It's blue light again. This is the second time that Master Mai Yong has written a poem that has caused a shock in the Poem King Terrace."

Even Murong Qingwu showed a hint of admiration. Mai Yong saw this expression, and his heart became more and more proud. As the son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, if he could marry the most precious daughter of the sage of the current Fengyun Dynasty, it would naturally be a good thing for their family. Therefore, he naturally cares about Murong Qingwu's evaluation.

"Princess, what do you think of the poem below?"

Mai Yong looked at Murong Qingwu and asked proudly.

"Yes, there is an artistic conception and a sense of hierarchy. It seems to be revealed in the poem that the young man misses someone he wants? Is it because Mr. Mai Yong is interested in the person?"

Murong Qingwu looked at Mai Yong with a smile and said, "Which girl is so lucky?"

"Princess, don't you see from the poem your admiration for the princess?"

Mai Yong looked at Murong Qingwu affectionately.

Murong Qingwu Xiafei's cheeks were a little unnatural, and she quickly said: "Mai is joking, this princess should not have this blessing."

"The princess is serious..."

Mai Yong has yet to talk about it, and Murong Qingwu hurriedly said solemnly: "Now it's the Poet Kings Conference, don't talk about anything else."

Mai Yong looked at Murong Qingwu with an unpleasant expression, secretly saying that it was a pity, but he also knew that the time was not yet. Just looking at Murong Qingwu's gaze from time to time to look in the direction of the Han Emperor, his heart was shocked. Secretly asked: Is it just as Wei Hong said that Princess Tianyao fell in love with this Han emperor from an inferior kingdom?

This discovery made Mai Yong a little uncomfortable. Then he walked in front of Liu Ce, looked at him and smiled faintly: "Emperor Han, since you are here, you must have prepared a poem, let us listen to it, right?"

"Mai Gongzi, Liu Gongzi is only here to feel the folk customs of our Fengyun Dynasty. He may not be too clear about the rules here, so you should not embarrass him."

Murong Qingwu frowned slightly.

Mai Yong saw that Princess Tian Yao really defended the Han Emperor extremely, and her heart was even more jealous. Therefore, he smiled and said: "Princess, maybe the Emperor of Han is really prepared? Why not ask him."

"Oh, poems? When I have nothing to do, I have written a few poems casually. You can taste and appreciate..."

Liu Ce said lightly.

When Mai Yong heard the words, a weird smile appeared on his face. This poem requires a strong cultural background. This Han emperor is really arrogant. Does he just make a few poems when he has nothing to do? Does he think he is practicing calligraphy?

"Hahaha, this Emperor of Han is really funny, I strongly suspect that he doesn't even know what poetry is..."

"I also suspect that poems cannot be made by ordinary people. Our Fengyun dynasty has existed for so many years, and there has been no real poet. It was a thousand years ago in the previous dynasty, there was a poetry king Du Fei, but he was not a member of this dynasty. "

"Let's see it. Maybe it was really made by the Emperor Han. It's really unpleasant and unbearable. We'll just plug our ears later."

The noble children present were extremely disdainful and contemptuous of Liu Ce from the lower kingdom. Even if Liu Ce was the emperor of the Zhongpin Kingdom, they did not change their view of Liu Ce. Therefore, at this moment, they naturally hope that Liu Ce can step directly on the soles of their feet.

"Go ahead, Emperor Han, I think everyone can't wait to listen."

Mai Yongqiang held back his heart's pleasure and smiled.

In fact, Mai Yong at this moment can't wait to see Liu Ce make a fool of himself.

Liu Ce walked to the iron fence of the King of Poetry Terrace, revealing a murderous air all over his body. Like a general who has survived a hundred battles.

Although Liu Ce hadn't spoken yet, at this moment, the murderous aura on him still attracted the people at the scene. As if in an instant, he was brought into a certain mood.

Even Murong Qingwu, who has been paying attention to Liu Ce, is like this.

"Furious, lean on the railing, rest in the rain."

Liu Ce's voice was deep and powerful, and his tone was full of bleakness.

This sentence, artistic conception and vocabulary suddenly ditched Mai Yong for a few miles before. His complexion changed slightly, and he looked at Liu Ce in an incredible way.

"Looking up to the sky and roaring, strong and fierce. Thirty fame of dust and soil, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Do not wait for leisure, white youth, empty and sad..."

Liu Ce's voice was muffled, full of vicissitudes and sorrow. It is a kind of anger and helplessness that has lost the homeland and has no way to serve the country. It is very suitable for the Han country where Liu Ce was before, the kind of helplessness and indignation that is about to destroy the country, but as a puppet emperor.

The audience was dead silent, even Murong Qingwu looked at Liu Ce's eyes with a hint of inexplicable meaning.

"……Be from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, overturned Que."

Liu Ce slowly said the last sentence. He was full of the murderous air about to go on the battlefield, and it was breathtaking.

"Great……"

I don't know who yelled this uncontrollable sentence.

This poem is very well written. Even those noble children who looked at Liu Ce with colored eyes had to admit that the artistic conception of this poem was beyond comparison with the poem they had known before.

"boom!"

Shiwangtai began to vibrate.

The movement this time was a bit big, and these noble children were a little curious. I don't know what kind of brilliance the poems made by the Han emperor can make the poetry king stage show this time.

blue? Up or higher?

The color of the Poetry King Terrace was shining rapidly, and finally stayed in purple.

"Purple, it turned out to be purple."

"Achieved the level of a world-famous... Tsk tsk..."

"Oh my god, who said Emperor Han can't write poems, I will kill him..."

The noble children present exclaimed in exclamation. This color completely broke their imagination. It can be said that since the King of Poetry Station, the highest color shown here is only cyan. That is the third grade. And that was hundreds of years ago. The best results in the future will only stay in blue.

Even Murong Qingwu looked at Liu Ce with admiration.

"Damn, this kid, completely robbed this young man of the limelight. Why is he?"

Mai Yong felt his mentality exploded.

"Impossible. The Emperor of Han Dynasty only came from a small, barren country. How could he make such a patriotic poem with ups and downs is absolutely impossible."

"Yes, maybe someone else did it. He just heard it. Good luck."

The sons of Xungui were a little depressed after they came back to their senses. How they say it is from the powerful children of the upper kingdom, how could they lose to the emperor of the lower kingdom. This makes their face a little difficult.

On the contrary, Liu Ce was calm and gentle, as if these people were not talking about him.

"To shut up."

Murong Qingwu felt a little ashamed. This is the so-called genius of his country. It doesn't matter if you lose, you can win back next time. The most feared thing is that you can't afford to lose.

"Princess, he was clearly cheating. He didn't write this. He should have copied it."

Wei Hong looked at Murong Qingwu.

"Yes, princess, we think so too. This is definitely not written by Emperor Han. Where can he write such beautiful rhetoric?"

The noble children present were not convinced.

"Huh, right. If this kind of poetry of a century-old level was created, it would have been circulated a long time ago. Why hasn't this princess heard of it? The Emperor of Han happened to copy it? Have you heard it?"

Murong Qingwu said coldly.

"This one……"

Those present were dumbfounded. Although Murong Qingwu's words sounded partial to Liu Ce, they were not unreasonable. Indeed, if such a good poem were made, it would have been spread all over the world, if possible no one had heard it. Therefore, the voices of some opponents gradually became lower.

"Emperor Han, what is the name of this poem?"

Mai Yong walked to Liu Ce and asked calmly.

"Man Jianghong!"

Liu Cedao.

"A good name, a poem is better. Emperor Han, you are indeed an all-rounder in civil and military affairs. However, it is still early, so how about we improvise a poem? Only in this way can we decide the outcome."

Mai Yong looked at Liu Ce and smiled slightly.

Although he lost the first game, fortunately, this time he could shine in the King of Poetry Terrace and attract the eyes of the princess. He was well prepared. He prepared two songs in total. This second poem was originally intended to shock the audience and become the focus. So the second poem is better than the first poem.

Now, Mai Yong is about to take out the second poem. He really didn't believe that Liu Ce could make such a good poem, even if it was not copied by Liu Ce, it should be like him. It was done by his subordinates, and it happened to be the result of this poem king conference. Now if you improvise, the other party should be exposed.

Thinking of this, Mai Yong showed a confident smile on his face.

"no problem."

Liu Ce smiled faintly.

It can be said that Liu Ce had as many poems from China in his previous life. The other party is provoking the wisdom of the ancient Chinese sages. Since the other party wants to stretch out his face, he doesn't mind licking him.

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