In the main hall of the Saint Land of the School of Philosophers.
The diplomatic corps of all countries sat upright.
A man wearing a white mink fur coat stood in the center of the hall, holding a bottle of wine in his hand and drinking it.
A drop of sparkling wine dripped down his neck, making him look even more wild and unruly.
Coupled with his handsome face and extraordinary temperament, he looked like a wine god.
Just his bearing alone was enough to make all the emissaries present sigh in admiration.
"As expected of the royal family of the Central Plains. Such an appearance is really divine! When can our small country have such a divine figure!”
"The Myriad Kingdom Assembly is truly an eye-opener! Such a banished immortal, in our small country, not even one in a thousand or ten thousand years!”
"No matter what kind of poem it is, just this bearing alone is enough to make me fall for it…"
Someone praised.
At this moment, in the middle of the hall.
The wine entered his stomach.
Ying Feng's handsome face was slightly drunk as he looked at the expressions of admiration, surprise, and disdain on the faces of the diplomatic corps around him.
"Don't drink when you write poems about drinking?" he asked with a smile.”
"What drinking poem did you guys write?"
"Listen to my dragon roar!"
As he spoke, he raised his head and drank again. His white clothes fluttered in the wind, and he was handsome like an immortal who had descended to the mortal world.
"Don't you see that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and flows into the sea without returning?”
The first sentence of the clear voice was deafening!
A soaring heroic spirit spread out, causing everyone to be involuntarily stunned!
Zhao Gou's eyes widened as he felt that something was wrong!
"Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall grieves for the white hair, like the black hair in the morning and the snow in the evening!”
"You must enjoy life to the fullest. Don't let the golden cup face the moon empty!”
"I'm born with talent, and I'll be able to use it again!”
"To cook sheep and slaughter cattle for fun, you must drink three hundred cups at a time.”
"Drink, don't stop."
"I'll sing a song with you. Please listen to it for me.”
"Bells, drums, and jades are not expensive. I hope I will be drunk forever and not wake up.”
"Since ancient times, sages have been lonely, only the drinker has left his name.”
"In the past, my king had a banquet in Pingle and drank ten thousand taels of wine.”
"Master, why are you saying that you don't have enough money?”
"A five-streaked horse and a thousand gold fur coat. I'll go out and exchange them for good wine to relieve your eternal worries!!”
After he finished reciting the poem, the entire hall was so silent that even a pin drop could be heard.
Everyone was shocked by the lofty sentiments, wildness, and unruliness in this poem!!
In the Great Qin diplomatic mission, Shao Si Ming's limpid eyes shone brightly.
He never thought that the handsome and extraordinary Ying Feng not only had a heaven-defying cultivation base, but he also had such shocking talent!
Once this poem was written, it could be said that there was no more drinking poem in the world!
It was a famous piece of history!
Those who can make it have the ability to govern the world!
He was an extraordinary person!
The refined young master, Fu Su, was also looking at his younger brother with a blank expression.
Once this poem was written, it would suppress the world!
From now on, Great Qin would have its own masterpiece!!
He never thought that his unrestrained younger brother would have such talent!
"This…Great Qin's Ninth Prince is so talented!! He could actually create such a masterpiece! If I'm lucky enough to hear this poem in this life, it's enough for me to die!!”
"We were too shallow. This Ninth Prince is so wild and unruly. He is a world-shocking immortal. How can he be greedy for beauty? He's truly a top-notch playboy!"
"With the Ninth Prince's poem, the competition between the great countries will be decided! He had never thought that Great Qin would have such a talented Prince! It's really the fate of the country!"
After they reacted, the entire hall exploded!
Whether it was the Great Tang Crown Prince Li Zhi, the Great Han Crown Prince Qi, or the Great Ming Crown Prince Zhu Biao.
Even a portion of the people from the Southern Song Dynasty and other big countries looked at Ying Feng as if they were looking at a god!
At this moment, Zhao Gou, the prince of the Southern Song Dynasty, widened his eyes in disbelief.
"How…how is this possible…"
He staggered back to his seat and muttered to himself.
"Brother, I didn't embarrass you, did I?"
Ying Feng, who was wearing a white mink fur coat, walked back to Great Qin's diplomatic mission and asked with a smile.
"Ninth brother, I didn't expect you to have such shocking talent! You truly make me sigh in admiration!"
Fu Su's refined face revealed an incredulous look as he spoke in shock.
"Haha, Little Doyle."
Ying Feng smiled and returned to his seat with a slightly tipsy expression.
"Your Highness, the Ninth Prince is truly talented. I thought that Great Qin would be at the bottom again, but I didn't expect Your Highness to be able to compose such a celestial poem!! Seize the world in one fell swoop!"
"For an immortal like the Ninth Prince to be born in Great Qin, it's really the fortune of Great Qin!”
"I really didn't expect that the profligate young master who has always been a womanizer would actually have such shocking talent! I was wrong before."
……
Great Qin's diplomatic group looked at Ying Feng with reverence.
Even the thin Li Si had a complicated expression.
He was a person with real talent and knowledge, so he naturally understood the shocking talent in Ying Feng's poem!
"This…How could he have such talent?”
"In this way, he's as powerful as Fu Su in both civil and martial arts, and he's a threat to me as I inherit the throne!!”
Huhai forced a smile on his face, but his lowered eyes were unusually cold!
Facing everyone's praise, Ying Feng's handsome face only carried a faint smile as he returned to his desk.
"Brother Feng, I didn't expect you to be so talented.”
Shaosi Ming's limpid eyes were full of splendor.
Even someone like her who had a cold heart couldn't help but be shocked by Ying Fengshi's heroic spirit.
"Do you like poetry? Then I'll recite more for you in the future.”
He pulled her into his arms and felt the girl's soft and delicate body and the faint fragrance. A gentle smile appeared on his handsome face.
At this moment, the Sect Leader of the scholarly faction, Fu Nian, was kneeling in the middle of the hall.
With a solemn expression, he chewed on this poem, his eyes constantly revealing surprise and admiration.
He had traveled to many countries and had never heard such a stunning poem!
The aftertaste was endless, as if it could only be made by an immortal from heaven!
Thinking of this, Fu Nian stood up.
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