Ying Che stood up and calmly walked to the center of the Yonghe Temple.
The officials of the Great Tang stared at Ying Che, watching him walk over step by step. Their eyes were filled with mockery.
Ying Che ignored their gazes and stood there calmly.
After coming to the Great Tang Dynasty for many days, he had a thorough understanding of the Tang people.
The Great Tang officials and commoners had very complicated feelings towards Great Qin. They felt both reverence and disdain.
They revered Great Qin because Great Qin had Great Qin's Cavalry, which shocked all the other countries in the world, and it had top-tier strength.
The people of Qin all worshipped martial arts. From a clan that helped the Zhou Dynasty's royal family herd horses, they had fought for six generations and developed into the current Great Qin Empire. The territory had expanded step by step, and there was a desire to fight and unite in their bones.
If there is a national disaster, valiantly old Qin, together to go to the national disaster!
It was hard to imagine just how terrifying Great Qin's potential would be.
They looked down on Great Qin because the people of Qin only knew how to farm. The country's economy was weak, and even the royal family and nobles of the Qin Dynasty were serious. They did not have any culture or open-mindedness.
As for the Great Tang…
Aside from the threat of the Turks, the Great Tang was at the top of the other countries in terms of strength and national strength. It had an open culture, and every dynasty, from its civil and military officials to its citizens, had a deep pride in their bones.
However, this pride was not a reason to look down on Great Qin.
As the Young Master of Great Qin, Ying Che was determined to protect Great Qin's reputation and change the mindset of the Great Tang royal family and the Tang.
"Ninth Young Lord Ying Che, are you ready?”
Sima Wang Wentai smiled and said proudly,"“
The four heroes of the Great Tang are all geniuses of the Great Tang. If Young Master hasn't thought of a poem yet, you can think about it. We will give Young Master enough time to think about it.”
"Otherwise, if word gets out, the other countries will say that our Great Tang has not treated us well enough.”
Ying Che's gaze swept across Wang Bo, Yang Jiong, Lu Zhaolin, and Luo Binwang. He smiled.
He deeply admired these four people.
This was because the four of them were indeed gifted talents from the early Tang Dynasty. Being able to leave famous works in history had already verified their talent. Even in this integrated martial arts world, their talent and fame could not be concealed by martial arts.
As for Luo Binwang and Wang Bo, they were the best of the four, so they deserved Ying Che's best poems.
"I'm already prepared. There's no need to think about it.”
Ying Che took out a roll of white paper from his sleeve.
"This is a poem written by Young Master Ying Che? Why didn't you read it out loud?"
"The poems of the Great Tang should naturally be sung by the Tang!”
Wang Bo, Luo Binwang, and the others looked at the poem written on the white paper in Ying Che's hand. Some of them looked arrogant and disdainful, while others were curious and found it interesting.
"Show it to me!"
Li Shimin asked the eunuch to bring Ying Che's poems.
He was very curious about Ying Che's talent.
To dare to challenge Wang, Yang, Lu, and Luo, these four heroes of the Great Tang, was he arrogant and conceited, or was he truly talented?
After receiving Ying Che's poem.
He slowly opened the white paper and looked at the poem on it.
Li Shiming's eyes widened, and his hand that was pinching his long beard stopped. He was completely captivated by this poem.
As he savored Ying Che's poem, he felt all the hair on his body stand on end, as if he had tasted a cup of mellow wine.
As he carefully studied the poem, he felt as if his spirit had been infected by the artistic conception of the poem. His spirit transcended time, as if he could see the entire Great Tang from a thousand years away.
What was the atmosphere of the Great Tang?
Was it a prosperous era?
Was he going to kill a person every ten steps?
Was it the long river of the Great Desert beyond the Great Wall?
These were all signs of the Great Tang, but they were all too thin. The only sign of the Great Tang was the moon in the sky.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."
Looking at Li Shiming's dazed expression, all the officials of the Great Tang were stunned. Was this poem really that good?
It could actually make Emperor Li Shimin stunned and his spirit attracted by the poem.
"Your Majesty, what do you think of this poem?"
After Li Shi Min was woken up by the ministers, he said sincerely,"Suppress the Great Tang!"
Whoosh--
The officials in the Yonghe Palace were in an uproar.
They found it hard to believe that Ying Che's poem could receive such a high evaluation.
Li Shimin was not a boorish emperor who did not know literature. He had extremely high attainments and appreciation in poetry.
In the eyes of outsiders, Li Shimin had always been a good fighter, but in reality, he had read a lot of books and had written some famous poems.
But now, Li Shiming had given such a high evaluation?
Wang Bo, Luo Binwang, Lu Zhaolin, and Yang Jiong's faces were filled with shock and disbelief.
Li Lizhi couldn't believe her ears either.
If it wasn't for her image as a princess, she would have already rushed up to snatch Ying Che's poem and come to take a look.
"Ying Che, you really surprised me.”
Li Shi Min looked at Ying Che, his eyes filled with gratification and amazement.
He was less dissatisfied with the fact that Changle was betrothed to Ying Che. He now seriously suspected that the Golden Roll was fake.
Last place?
Was there a mistake? The last place could write such a stunning and spiritual poem?
"You should all be curious about Ying Che's poems.”
"Why don't we let the number one talented woman of the Great Tang, Shang Xiufang, recite this poem for you!”
Li Shimin asked someone to pass the poem to Shang Xiufang. After Shang Xiufang finished reading the poem, her shocked expression was not much different from Li Shimin's.
After a long time, Shang Xiufang recovered from the shock and looked at Ying Che with a gentle gaze.
"To be able to recite such a beautiful poem, Xiufang has no regrets in her life!”
As soon as she finished speaking, Shang Xiufang walked to the wall of the Yonghe Palace and recited the poem in a melodious voice.
"The tides of the spring river reach the sea level, and the moon rises on the sea.
Yan Yan with the waves thousands of miles, where the spring river is not bright moon!
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Who by the river has seen the moon first? When did the moon on the river first shine on people?
Generations of life are endless, and the river moon looks like it year after year
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