"Could it be that the beauty that caught a glimpse of was the peerless talented woman, Cai Wenji?”
Liu Hao's eyes flashed with a strange light, but he remained silent.
Grand Tutor Yuan Kui raised his wine cup and chuckled.""Nephew Liu, it is fine even if you cannot do it. Everyone present is your elder…"
Liu Hao couldn't be bothered to look at him. He took a step forward and said in a low voice,"
"Peaks ~~ The peaks are like gathering, the waves are like raging waves."
Yuan Kui's expression had already completely changed when he recited the first sentence.
He was so surprised that his wrist shook, and some of the wine in the glass spilled out.
Many of the great Confucians present held their breaths and couldn't help but want to continue listening.
"What about the next few sentences?"
"Nephew, don't hide it. Tell us quickly!”
As Liu Hao recalled, he walked seven steps in the hall and recited the poem in a clear voice.
"The Hangu Road. Looking at the West Capital, I hesitate…"
"I'm sad that the Qin and Han dynasties have turned the palace into soil…"
"If we rise, the people will suffer. If we die, the people will suffer!”
Liu Hao recited this poem in one breath, his tone rising and falling, his emotions surging.
Bang!
Yuan Kui's mind went blank. The wine cup in his hand fell on the table. The wine soaked his gorgeous brocade robe!
All the Confucians present were shocked.
In his heart, a feeling of sorrow and worry for the country and the people arose!
Prosperity, the people suffer!
The people will suffer if they perish!
The few words that came out of Liu Hao's mouth were too quintessential.
It directly explained the rise and fall of the world from ancient times to the present!
It was simply…
The words of a Saint that could enlighten the deaf!
Grand Tutor Yuan Kui was originally waiting for Liu Hao to admit defeat with interest. At this time, he hurriedly wiped the wine on his clothes.
Liu Hao was actually such a genius!
He was simply slapping his own face. It was too embarrassing!
However, no one paid attention to his horrified expression.
Wang Yun's jaw had already opened into a big O shape. He could not believe it!
Kong Rong, Cai Yong, and the others also revealed a strange light in their eyes, their expressions filled with shock.
They closed their eyes and quietly savored the poem. They were completely immersed in the situation of this poem. For a long time, no one said a word.
Some of the Confucians had their wine cups in the air and had forgotten to drink.
Time and space seemed to freeze at this moment.
If he didn't act tough now, when would he?
Liu Hao looked around and smiled faintly.""This poem is called 'Passing Chang' an and Remembering the Ancients'. What do you think, sirs?”
The highly respected scholar Zheng Xuan sighed softly,"
"Liu…Nephew, you can actually make such a masterpiece within seven steps. You're really a talent that hasn't been seen in hundreds of years!”
"Wonderful, wonderful!"
Kong Rong, who was proud and aloof, also slammed the table and stood up. He danced excitedly, clapped, and laughed."Fantastic. Although the rhythm of this poem is strange, it's definitely a masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages.”
Cai Yong was actually so excited that tears streamed down his face as he muttered,""Well said. Prosperity, the people suffer; Death, the people suffer!"
The other great Confucians in the hall were still in shock mode.
This poem was about the feelings of worrying about the country and the people. It had been sung for a thousand years and was unfailing.
Liu Hao clearly remembered that it was included in the language textbook of a certain year.
At that time, the teacher grabbed him and forced him to memorize it. There was nothing wrong with it!
Liu Hao only made a small change to this phrase.
The capital of the Western Han Dynasty was Chang 'an, while the capital of the Eastern Han Dynasty was Luoyang. Everyone was a big shot of the Confucian school, so they naturally knew.
The general meaning of it was absolutely not reduced at all.
The style was different from the popular lyrics, but it had a deep concern for the country and the people.
These great Confucians could completely understand.
Especially the natural and man-made disasters in recent years.
Droughts occurred in many places, and there was no harvest. The Yellow Turban Army also swept through, and the people were displaced.
The situation of the chaotic world was still vivid in his mind, and it was even more touching.
Inside the Cai Residence.
The beautiful figure's heart trembled and she could not help but sway. She almost lost her balance. Fortunately, the maid beside her held her slender waist.
"It's all this Young Master Liu's fault," the maid rebuked."He wrote a poem that almost caused our young lady to fall."”
"Don't talk nonsense!"
The beautiful woman covered her mouth and whispered to herself,""Sigh, Junior Brother usually doesn't like to talk. I didn't expect Junior Brother to have the world in his heart. I'm really curious how Junior Brother came up with such a poem.”
She peeked through the curtain and stole a glance at Liu Hao. Her pretty face couldn't help but blush.
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