Lu Lingqi was not that emotional.
She saw that everyone was silent and scratched her head in confusion."This poem sounds very good. Even someone like me who likes martial arts and doesn't study literature thinks it's good. So who's the winner now?”
This girl.
Did he just think it sounded nice?
Diao Chan glared at her with hatred.""Is there a need to ask? I think husband's poem will be passed down through the ages. In the next few hundred years, there will be no Yuan Xi poem that can surpass it, let alone these people now.”
He finally reacted.
That Cao guy is so talented!
Lu Lingqi's shock 300!
A poem, alright?
It's not about the language.
In terms of artistic conception, philosophy, and thoughts.
Diao Chan thought.
This poem was wonderful.
Except for traditional five-character poems.
His strong personal style of writing was extraordinary.
What was more, it seemed to be a lively Yuan Xi, but it actually contained a counter-contrast and irony.
At present, the country was declining and the world was in chaos. These self-proclaimed elite scholars did not think of making progress and helping the world. Instead, they indulged in singing and dancing and enjoying themselves, using exaggerated and fancy articles to whitewash the peace.
Her husband used seemingly gorgeous words.
He cleverly drew a vivid picture of Yuan Xi's search.
It corresponded to an image of aloofness, indifference, superiority, and antiquity. It was different from the image of gold, jade, and powder. It was a lofty character that did not want to associate with the secular world. It fully reflected the noble realm of her husband.
After a long silence.
The crowd was once again filled with fervor.
"Good!"
"Well written!"
"Once this poem is out."
"Yuan Xi's poems are absolutely marvelous!"
"Zi Qiu will be the number one scholar in Xuchang!”
"This poem will definitely be selected for the monthly review!”
The scholars all responded.
Someone congratulated.
Someone saluted.
Most of them worshipped, fanatical, admired, or felt ashamed.
Yang Xiu, Sima Lang, Sima Yi, and the others all felt ashamed.
Because the exquisiteness of Yuan Xi's poem made them unable to raise their heads at all.
Cao Xu pretended to be cool.
He still didn't let these people off.
"Poetry is a small path that can cultivate one's sentiments, but it is not enough to save the people.”
"I believe that the rise and fall of the world is everyone's responsibility!”
"In this situation, we should set an example for the world.”
Cao Xu swept his gaze across the crowd and continued,""To establish the will of heaven and earth, to establish the lives of the people, to inherit the ultimate arts of the past saints, and to create peace for all generations!”
What a good phrase,'Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world!”
What a good sentence,'To establish the heart for the heavens and the earth, to establish the lives of the people, to inherit the ultimate arts of the past saints, and to create peace for all generations!”
The former was from the Qing Dynasty.
The latter was a famous quote from Zhang Zai, a great Confucian scholar in the Song Dynasty.
Zhang Zai was a representative of the Confucianists.
This sonorous and powerful sentence was the lifelong pursuit of countless great Confucians!
Cao Xu had said two famous sayings eight hundred or even a thousand years in advance.
Without a doubt.
It was so enlightening.
It was like a thunderous explosion!
It was earth-shattering!
Let everyone suffer another critical hit!
Diao Chan Worship 500!
Lu Lingqi's Worship 800!
Zhang Chunhua's Worship 500!
Cao Cao's excitement 800!
Cao Cao was ecstatic 800!
Guo Jia's admiration 999!
【……】
Diao Chan's friendliness 5! Current Friendly Level 65 (Secret Love)
These were the words of a saint!
Compared to Cao Xu's realm.
Everyone at the scene paled in comparison.
Everyone was suppressed by Cao Xu's aura.
Cao Xu sighed." Alright, before I leave, I'll give you another poem!"”
After saying that.
He picked up his pen.
Swoosh swoosh.
It was a long and long story.
He wrote another poem.
Lu Lingqi saw it.
She clearly didn't know much about poetry.
At this moment, his eyes were wide open and his face was filled with excitement.
Lu Lingqi's shock 399!
Lu Lingqi's Worship 600!
Lu Lingqi's friendliness 5, current friendliness 40 (Intimate)
When the others saw this.
The crowd fell silent again.
Cao Xu cupped his fists and said,"Everyone, please encourage me.”
He finished speaking.
Before he could react.
With his two wives.
He walked out of the Moon Pavilion without looking back.
Cao Cao waited anxiously upstairs." Why did Ziqiu leave?”
"What poem did Young Master Zi Qiu write in the end?" Guo Jia asked. Hurry up and bring it up for Lord Sikong to see!”
A moment later.
The bodyguard handed over the manuscript.
The name of the poem was 'River Full of Red, Furious Hair Rushing to the Crown!'
Cao Cao and Guo Jia gasped.
Just by looking at the name.
He could feel it.
The powerful energy and momentum contained in this poem.
" I'm so angry that my hair stands on its crown. Leaning against the railing, the rain stops. He raised his eyes and let out a long howl towards the sky, full of vigor. Eighteen-year-old fame is like dust and earth, and the road of eight thousand miles is like clouds and moons. Don't be idle, white-haired youth, empty sorrow!”
"The shame of the country has yet to be avenged. When will the hatred of courtiers disappear? He drove a long chariot and broke through the gap of Helan Mountain. Ambition hungry to eat Hu Krupp meat, laughing and drinking Xianbei blood. To clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning, to the imperial court!”
Bang!
Cao Cao slammed the table.
The table was cracked.
"What is a poem?" he shouted, his blood boiling. This is what poetry is!"
Without a doubt.
Cao Cao himself had extremely high literary attainments.
It was not that Yuan Xi was not as angry as this song.
Two.
They were all classics.
Very advanced.
The style of writing.
It could be said to be the founding of a sect!
He had the aura of a grandmaster!
However, compared to the reserved, tactful, and lofty nature of "Sapphire Case·Yuanxi".
Cao Cao preferred the fierceness and grandeur of "The River Is Red: Furious Hair Rushing to the Crown".
Guo Jia nodded in agreement." That's right. This is what poetry is. Can those bullsh * t scholars write poetry?" It was all nonsense!
Cao Cao and Guo Jia were very happy.
From this poem, the two of them could see Ziqiu's desire to clean up the rivers and mountains, pacify the troubled times, and reorganize China, as well as his ambition to attack the Hu people from afar and slaughter the Xianbei!
Those two words of the Sage.
It was not something that an ordinary person could say.
He was relieved.
Cao Xu did not enter the court to be an official.
It was definitely temporary.
"After today, my son will be the number one scholar in Xuchang!”
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