"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.
"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?"
"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…"
Liu Hao recited this poem in one breath, his tone rising and falling, his emotions surging.
Bang!
All the Confucians present were shocked.
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 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.
He was simply slapping his own face. It was too embarrassing!
However, no one paid attention to his horrified expression.
Wang Yun's mouth was wide open in disbelief!
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.
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,"
The other Confucians in the hall were still in shock.
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, and the capital of the Eastern Han Dynasty was Luoyang. The meaning of the two was 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.
Droughts occurred in many places, and there was no harvest. The Yellow Turban Army also swept through, and the people were displaced.
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!"
She peeked through the curtain and stole a glance at Liu Hao. Her pretty face couldn't help but blush.# Daguan Review Passed: Daguan Time:0712201810:46AM
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