The Strongest Violent Emperor

"Emperor Han, really bold. Today, it happens to be the full moon, so how about we express our emotions in the moon?"

Mai Yong looked at Liu Ce and smiled faintly.

"No problem, it's up to you."

Liu Ce smiled faintly, but it didn't matter.

Yiyue's lyrical poems were too many in ancient China. Just take out a song and it will last forever. Of course, that song is the most famous. However, most of what these people did before were counted as words in Huaxia, not as poems. But here, everything is considered poetry. This is the only difference. But for Liu Ce, it doesn't matter.

Thinking of this, Liu Ce had an idea.

Of course, Mai Yong came first.

"Master Mai, we must save face for our Fengyun Dynasty."

"Yes, we must be together with the poems to win back face. It would be too shameful to lose to the Emperor of Han Dynasty."

A lot of honorable Tao.

In the eyes of these nobles, Liu Ce's ability to win once is already luck, maybe, it is really not his poem. This second time, improvising poetry, it is estimated that Liu Ce can be beaten back to his original form, even embarrassing. This saved the face of their dynasty.

However, few of the noble children present can really improvise poetry. Even if a lot of noble children compose poems on the Poetry King Terrace, they still don't make sense. There was no movement at the Natural Poetry King Terrace.

"Master Mai, it's you now. Qing Wu also wants to see what kind of poems Master Mai can make."

Murong Qingwu said with a smile.

Mai Yong's second poem is indeed much better than the first. It can even be said to be abruptly raised to a level.

"boom!"

Shiwangtai shook again.

"Moved, really moved, and the amplitude of the vibration is greater than that of Mai Yong's previous poem. It seems that this time Mai Gongzi's poem must have a good result."

The Xungui children present were very excited.

Shiwangtai broke out again with dazzling brilliance. The final color is cyan.

"Green light, this is blue light! It shows that the poems written by Mai Gongzi are excellent poems."

Xungui present was also very excited.

Mai Yong's face was full of excitement. This is also his breakthrough on the Poetry King stage. Sure enough, he saw Murong Qingwu's eyes looking at him with a hint of surprise. This slight surprise obviously proved that Murong Qingwu was shocked by his talents.

"Master Mai, this poem uses the moon to chant the will and the scenery to express its emotions. It has a profound artistic conception. What is its name. This princess likes it very much."

Murong Qingwu looked at Mai Yong's gentle words.

"This poem is called "Moon Rise", as long as the princess likes it. It won't be wasted to write this poem."

Mai Yong couldn't help looking at Liu Ce. But it was found that there was no expression on the side. It seems that I don’t care too much about the poem I wrote. This made Mai Yong feel a little uncomfortable.

"Emperor Han, how about the poem below?"

Mai Yong smiled faintly.

"so so!"

Liu Ce said calmly.

"so so?"

Mai Yong's expression sank.

"The Emperor of Han is too arrogant. It's also so-so. Did he think that he was lucky to write a poem before, so he could be arrogant?"

"Yes, this Emperor of Han is simply arrogant, no one can be arrogant than him."

"I think he will not be able to make a word later, if he can make it, I will drink urine."

All the noble children were extremely disdainful. Constantly sarcastically.

"Hahaha..."

The noble children at the scene burst into laughter. Obviously, although Liu Ce's previous song "Man Jiang Hong" shocked them, they still didn't really see Liu Ce in their eyes.

Not only these noble children, even Murong Qingwu felt that Liu Ce was indeed a little arrogant. After all, even in her opinion, Mai Yong's poem is definitely an excellent work.

"Since the next poem is unbearable by the Emperor of Han, please ask the Emperor of Han to improvise an impromptu poem.

Although Mai Yong's words sound very modest. In fact, he was already sneer in secret, he naturally didn't believe that Liu Ce would have any real talents. As long as Liu Ce can't do it later, he can just get back to the scene.

"Listen!"

Liu Ce walked out with his hands behind his back. Holding a wine glass in his hand, he looked at the bright moon hanging in the sky and said, "When will the bright moon be there, ask Qingtian about the wine."

A short poem made the noblemen present goose bumps all over. It's not that this poem is bad, but a short sentence with a profound artistic conception that makes people sink into it. Has an unparalleled sense of picture.

"I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is this eve! I want to take the wind to return, and fear Qiong Lou Yuyu..."

Mai Yong's face was like ashes, a little desperate. If Liu Ce had the confidence to beat the opponent before he wrote the poem. But now, he has no choice but to bow down. Although he is arrogant, he also knows that his poem can only be said to be good, but it is not at the same level as Liu Ce's poem. He still has this appreciation ability.

At this moment, Murong Qingwu looked at Liu Ce, her eyes full of admiration.

No one spoke at the scene, they were all listening to the poem written by Liu Ce. Even his breathing became lighter and slower, as if he was afraid that the sound of his breathing would be too heavy to disturb Liu Ce's poems.

Waiting for Liu Ce to read the final sentence "I hope that people will be long, and there will be a great together for thousands of miles." Everyone was stunned. This poem is simply refreshing for them.

Not only is the poetry beautiful, but the artistic conception is profound. And the whole line of poem is smooth and natural, without any deliberate rhetoric. It can be said that the whole poem is ingenious.

"Great!"

If the previous poem, the noble children present would only feel dumb. I feel Liu Ce's courage is very strong, and I am amazed by his impassioned, family and country feelings. But this poem really convinced them. Even Sima Buping and Gui Guzi were moved and proud of Liu Ce's poems. After all, this is the emperor of Han Dynasty.

"Emperor Han, what is the name of this poem? Qing Wu has never heard such a moving poem."

Murong Qingwu looked at Liu Ce blankly.

"Water Tuning Song Tou"

Liu Ce said slowly.

The people present, including Murong Qingwu, were muttering the name of the poem that Liu Ce said. The more you listen, the more appropriate.

"What a tune song head. I'm convinced by Mai Chan."

Although Mai Yong was very unconvinced with Liu Ce in his heart, he also knew that the other party's poems were indeed far above him.

The son of Xungui, who had previously said that he wanted to drink urine, felt his face swollen at the moment. Although Mai Yong's poem is good, it is undoubtedly inferior to Liu Ce's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" by a few grades, which is completely incomparable.

"boom!"

Shiwangtai began to vibrate. This time the shock was extremely strong. It's bigger than any previous movement. The whole poem king station exudes dazzling brilliance.

Everyone is a little curious as to what level this poem will be in the evaluation of King of Poetry.

Although Liu Ce's "Man River Red" was good, almost everyone on the scene felt that "Shui Tiao Song Tou" was even better.

In the end, the brilliance of the Poetry King Terrace stopped in the color of yellow.

"It turned out to be Huang, this is the level that has been passed down through the ages. It seems that even the king of poetry is impressed by the talent of the Han emperor."

"Yes, even the king of poetry a thousand years ago, he has only two poems that can reach the purple level. At the level of yellow, even the king of poetry did not make such a poem."

"Hey, look, there seems to be a figure on the Poet King stage?"

"That won't be the king of poetry?"

"I'm not sure, isn't it because someone said that the King of Poetry left heroic spirits on this King of Poetry Terrace."

The noble children present had different opinions, and they all looked at the figure on the poem king stage with some curiosity.

This is a man in ancient costumes. His face was handsome and gentle, and his whole body exuded a bookish air.

"Hahaha, there is no more poems to hear from now on. Emperor Han, your poems are enough to be passed down through the ages. Before the soul dies, I have no regrets about hearing such a moving poem."

After speaking, with the laughter, the remnant soul of the king of poetry disappeared without a trace.

"Senior Poem King..."

"Senior Poem King, how did you go?"

Although the Xungui children present regretted the departure of the King of Poetry, they felt that they were worthy of their trip after hearing the two famous poems "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" and "Man Jiang Hong".

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Of course, for Liu Ce, this is actually just a small episode, not a big deal. For him now, it is to see if Fenghuang will form an alliance with him. He is going to wait for another two days. If Fenghuang still has no movement in these two days, he is going to return to Handu. As the Emperor of Han Dynasty, it is impossible to leave Dahan for too long. Especially the big man is on the brink of war at any time.

I don't know if it was Liu Ce's performance at the Poetry King Terrace yesterday that once again attracted the attention of the Emperor Feng. The Emperor Feng called Liu Ce to be summoned early the next morning.

Liu Ce brought Sima Buping and Gui Guzi to the palace of Fengyun Dynasty.

In the Dezheng Hall of Fengyun Palace, Fenghuang Murongwei and Princess Tianyao were both present. Murong Qingwu looked at Liu Ce with a smile, as if implying something.

"This must be Master Immortal! I've been admiring it for a long time."

Murong Wei first greeted Guiguzi, obviously for the magician, even Murongwei had to be treated with caution.

"You are polite, Fenghuang."

Gui Guzi was calm and determined, and was not flattered at all because Fenghuang took the initiative to be courteous with him.

Murong Wei didn't feel strange either, but felt that Guiguzi's reaction was normal.

After the two parties saw the ceremony, the guest and the host were seated.

"Emperor Han, your performance yesterday shocked the entire Tai'an city within one day, and now the entire Tai'an city is reciting your two poems. Don’t you know, this is only one day, my ears I heard your two poems no less than a hundred times."

Murong Wei looked at Liu Ce and smiled.

Liu Ce nodded slightly and looked at Murong Wei faintly: "The Emperor Feng asked the younger generation to come here this time, isn't it for discussing these two poems?"

Murong Wei was slightly shocked, apparently he did not expect Liu Ce to be so direct. We nodded slightly and said, "What you said is correct. This time I really didn't want to discuss the two poems, but to return to my original intention of inviting you to Tai'an City this time."

"Fenghuang, how do you think about the alliance with our big guy?"

Liu Ce looked at Murongwei and asked.

"Emperor Han, originally your big man was separated from our Fengyun Dynasty, our Fengyun Dynasty should be angry with thunder, but because we have a common enemy, our Fengyun Dynasty can ignore it, but you need to give us Fengyun Dynasty an alliance with you guys. Reason."

Murong Wei looked at Liu Cedao deeply.

Murong Qingwu's pretty face changed slightly. When she heard her father's words, she looked at Liu Ce with some worry.

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