After finding a bunch of daughters-in-law for the oil and Huaxia mining of the Ming Empire, Yang Yuan took Audrey Hepburn, who was wearing a white dress, and under the farewell of the colonists, capitalists, and feudal landlords, he boarded the plane leaving Batavia, and rose into the sky under the escort of twelve wild horses of the Ming Air Force.

However, he did not leave immediately, but flew to the front line with some special feelings, and enjoyed the magnificent scenery of the war and the smoke of gunpowder.

Of course, he was not interested in watching the Javanese people struggling and crying in the smoke of gunfire.

"Audrey, aren't you scared of such a scene?"

He asked, looking curiously at Audrey Hepburn.

The sunlight outside the window shines on the little beauty's face, which looks particularly attractive, like a ripe pink peach with fine fluff, exuding a faint fragrance outside, but unfortunately, she has not shown a special affection for Yang Feng so far, after all, she and Monroe are not the same style.

The latter is in Hong Kong at this time, with Peter Pan, who has just been released, as a new star praised by DreamWorks, trying to show his charm to the Asian people!

"Your Excellency, I have lived in the flames of war for many years."

Audrey Hepburn said indifferently.

"Uh, let's not go back to Ambuna Island first, you won't have an opinion on going directly to Tianzhu, right?"

Yang Feng hurriedly changed the topic, it was obvious that such a battlefield was not enough to see compared to the market garden.

"Of course, I'm looking forward to seeing the country that gave birth to a great poet like Rabindranath Tagore."

"Do you like poets?"

Yang said in horror.

"The poet has the noblest soul of mankind."

Audrey Hepburn said with reverence.

Not necessarily, it seems that many poets are like dogs, such as Guo Moumou and the like, of course, the poet industry will not be as good as dogs in many years.

Yang Feng said secretly in his heart, but he said with a noble face: "I also feel the same way, so I am also writing poems myself, are you interested in listening to the poems I write." ”

"Your Excellency, do you also write poetry?"

Audrey Hepburn's eyes widened and she said exaggeratedly with her mouth covered.

"Of course, in fact, being a national leader, it's just that I'm forced to do it, after all, I am the heir of an ancient family, shouldering the mission of revitalizing my own nation, but although my body belongs to my country, our nation, my compatriots, my heart belongs to the muse, to the holy palace of literature and art!"

Yang Feng looked up at the top of the cabin at a forty-five degree angle like a poet who was in a urine collapse, and said with a hint of sadness.

"Don't believe me?"

In Hepburn's incredulous gaze, he proudly continued: "A few days ago, I was moved by the killing in the war, especially the killing of Jews and our Chinese civilians, and I just wrote a poem that you can admire, and the name of this poem is the chorus of the unborn. ”

Then he brewed his feelings, and raised his head exaggeratedly, stretched his hand to the sky, and chanted loudly like the drama of those model plays.

"We are a bunch of unborns

Longing has begun to plague us;

The shores of blood spring up to receive us;

Like dew, we sink into love

But the shadow of time still hangs in doubt

Above our secrets.

You lovers,

You who desire,

Oh hear, ye who are sick because of parting,

We will begin to settle in your eyes,

In the hands of you who search for the blue sky—

We are the ones who have the breath of the morning

You have already sucked us in,

Draw us into your sleep,

And dreams are our dirt

In the night there, our dark-skinned babysitter,

Let's grow

Until our image is reflected in your eyes,

Until our words reach your ears.

We are like butterflies

Caught in the sentry you crave—

Sold to the earth like a bird's song—

We are the ones who have the breath of the morning

We are the light of your sorrowful future. ”

Looking at Yang Feng, who shook his head from time to time in the chant, Audrey Hepburn was almost stupid, this little girl in high school, no matter what, she never thought that this guy would really write poetry, and he wrote so well, so full of compassion, not at all like his reputation as a fufu.

And he, a Chinese, can actually write poetry in German.

At this moment, all the previous impressions of him collapsed, and a new image with a holy light rose like a phoenix nirvana.

Well, in fact, Audrey Hepburn didn't have a bad impression of him at all before, especially since he always killed Javanese people when he had nothing to do, and it was difficult not to disgust her who had experienced the hardships of war.

"How?"

After the performance, Yang Feng continued to ask indifferently with a pretending force.

Audrey Hepburn nodded wildly.

"Your Excellency, this poem is simply heart-wrenching, and although your poem does not describe any of the killings in the war, it makes people feel as if they are in a terrible concentration camp for an instant, listening to the mournful voices of the souls of those poor victims."

Then she said.

"Oh my God, I don't even know what I'm reading, but she knows?"

Yang Yuan shouted in horror in his heart.

This is actually the Swedish-German-Jewish poetess Nelly. Saxophone, a poem to mourn the death of his compatriots after the war, Yang felt that the killing was too heavy recently, so he wanted to reshape the image, so he plagiarized a few poems that she was relatively late in time and had not yet written, ready to be repackaged by Evelyn, of course, in addition to paving the way for hooking up with the Canaanites in the future.

As a result, I used it to pick up girls today.

So the next flight to New Delhi was very easy and pleasant, the two of them crowded into the leather sofa, and discussed poetry with great interest, but when Yang was young and ignorant, he also had a literary dream, although it was definitely different from Audrey Hepburn, who was educated by a small aristocracy, but he had done his homework before, and it was not a problem to casually open a few words about Shelley, Keats, and Tagore.

Especially the classic sentence "I have a tiger in my heart to sniff the roses", it is even more handy.

Well, although the meaning of Sassoon is not the same thing at all.

The flight of several hours passed quickly, and near evening, escorted by four British Air Force fighters, the Constellation plane landed at the New Delhi airport, because Yang Feng was a private and unofficial visit, so there was no welcome ceremony or anything like that, under the protection of British soldiers, Yang Führer took his new friend into a double R and drove straight to the Governor's Palace.

When they arrived, Mr. and Mrs. Mountbatten had already greeted them in person, and after a pleasant greeting, they went in, but Lord Mountbatten smiled deeply at the new friend he had brought with him, and it was clear that he had read the meaning of Führer Young's release.

This was to express dissatisfaction with Britain's refusal to recognize the Ming Empire.

(Thanks to the book friend Magic Diamond who loves to accompany him, Ambu = Leila, the man who blows the wind 001, amateur & understand, the reward of heaven is as righteous as a knife)