When he read the word "return to the heart", Fan Tian deliberately spoke in a very heavy tone, and quietly observed the expression of His Majesty the Emperor.

I saw that even Wang Mang was shocked, and couldn't help but admire.

"Good!"

In his life, no matter in his previous or present life, he had never heard such a psalm that swallowed mountains and rivers.

This kind of majestic and magnificent, world-minded momentum is particularly in line with Wang Mang's current state of mind.

After coming to this world, with the admonition of the Immortal Master, Wang Mang did not want to repeat the mistakes of the past, and hoped to sit more steadily on the throne.

"The world returns to the heart" is his greatest wish now!

The ministers were all silent just now, and they were already fascinated by what they heard.

His Majesty the Emperor shouted the word "good", which woke them up and gave them a standing ovation.

"Your Majesty, this poem is called "Tanka Xing", it was improvised by the grass people just now, it is 100% original, have you ever heard of it in the past?"

Fan Tian said respectfully, with a smug face that could not be concealed.

"No, absolutely not!"

Wang Mang hurriedly shook his head and exclaimed: "This poem is refreshing to me, and it is indeed the first time I have heard of it. improvised poems, and made such a peerless work, Fan Gongzi's poetry is really amazing! ”

After hearing His Majesty's praise, Fan Tian was triumphant and drank a few more glasses of wine, which was even more glorious and moving.

This Cao Cao's "Short Song Xing", he has been hiding in his heart for a long time, and he has not published it in the past, just to prepare it for meeting the saint today.

Fan Tian felt that such a poem would definitely be loved and respected by the superiors.

As a great hero in history, Cao Cao's poems are full of the mind of a king.

And the last two sentences - "Zhou Gong spit and feed, the world returns to the heart", is the common wish of all emperors in ancient and modern times.

Sure enough, Wang Mang, who is the same generation of heroes as Cao Cao, was quite satisfied with this poem, and was still closing his eyes and savoring it.

Seeing His Majesty's appearance, Fan Tian had an idea, and felt that maybe he could strike while the iron was hot and mobilize the atmosphere of the scene more enthusiastically.

Thinking of this, Fan Tian's eyes burned, and he said:

"Your Majesty, during this period of time, inspiration struck me in my chest, and another clumsy work emerged. It's just that this time it's a poem, and the grass people have never tried it before, and they are willing to challenge themselves in front of Your Majesty and all of you! ”

Wang Mang was still intoxicated with the song "Short Song Xing", and when he heard this, he was slightly stunned, and said in surprise: "I heard that Fan Gongzi has always been famous for his poetry, can he still write lyrics?" ”

"Your Majesty, the world only knows the poems of the grass people, but it is not a secret, and the grass people also have a little study of words."

Fan Tian's face is full of confidence, with that handsome and scummy face, now he really has the strength of the protagonist of heaven and earth!

"Today, all the adults are gathered together, and the grass people are willing to give me a song "Breaking the Array" and give it to the generals who fought for the country in Daxin!"

Fan Tian said confidently.

"Oh, is this poem based on the battlefield? I am looking forward to it, please read it to Fan Gongzi and listen to it. Wang Mang also raised interest.

The generals in the hall were also excited, but they didn't expect that Xiao Fan Shixian would also write lyrics, and they still wrote to these martial artists.

It was a great honor, and even some generals who couldn't read big characters quieted down and listened quietly.

Fan Tian pretended to cough, then shook his head and said impassionedly:

"Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp.

Eight hundred miles of fire, fifty strings turned over the outside sound, and the battlefield was an autumn soldier.

The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt.

But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death, poor white happened! ”

With Xiao Fan Shixian's subdued tone, the emotions of everyone on the scene were mobilized.

Whether it is a civil servant or a military general, or even His Majesty the Emperor, the picture of the rolling yellow sand, the golden iron horse, and the vertical and horizontal battles all come to mind.

In particular, many old generals, whose temples are already gray, heard the last few words, and then recalled their lifelong career as a horseman, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Amazing, amazing!"

Zhuang Mohan stood up tremblingly, his white beard shaking excitedly.

"I can't imagine it, I can't imagine that in today's literary world, there is a peerless talent like Fan Gongzi! Xiao Fan Shixian's poetry is already at the pinnacle, and today's first lyrics are no less than his own poems! What a brilliant literary talent this is? ”

"It's a pity, it's a pity, the old man is dying and won't live long. If he was born a few decades later, how good would it be, Xiao Fan Shixian is still so young now, how many peerless masterpieces will he make in the future! ”

Seeing that the big Confucian Zhuang Mo Han beat his chest and praised him, even Fan Tian's face turned red and he was a little embarrassed.

However, he immediately regained his composure and gladly accepted the adoring gaze of the Manchu civil and military forces.

After all, as the protagonist of heaven and earth, you should be in the spotlight wherever you go, and it is normal to gain a large number of fans.

Even Wang Mang couldn't help but sigh: "Fan Gongzi moved the world with his poetry name, I didn't expect that he also had such a talent in words, which really surprised me!" ”

"It's just ......" His Majesty the Emperor showed a regretful expression and said, "Only this one word, I still can't listen to it!" ”

"Your Majesty, don't worry."

Fan Tian's face was overjoyed, and he said confidently: "Since you still want to hear it, the grass people will specially write a poem for Your Majesty!" ”

As he spoke, Fan Tian turned his gaze, swept his gaze seemingly inattentively, and caught a glimpse of a painting hanging in the corridor next to the main hall.

The content of that painting is a winter snow scene, from the hand of a famous artist, only to see the vast earth covered with snow, there is an indescribable sense of slaughter and desolation.

"What a beautiful snowy scene!"

Fan Tian shook his head and sighed seemingly unintentionally.

Then, with a serious expression, he paced and chanted in a deep voice:

"The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow.

Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, only reckless; Up and down the river, suddenly lost and surging.

Mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi wax elephant, want to be higher than the heavenly public test.

It must be a sunny day, and look at the red dress, which is extraordinarily enchanting.

There are so many delicate rivers and mountains, leading countless heroes to bend their waists.

Regret the Qin Emperor and Han Wu, slightly lose the literary style; Tang Zong and Song Zu are slightly less coquettish.

A generation of Tianjiao, Genghis Khan, only knows how to bend the bow and shoot the eagle.

The past, the number of romantic figures, but also look at the present. ”

……

After this poem was pronounced, the audience was silent, and the needle drop could be heard.

The Manchu Dynasty was civil and military, and everyone's faces changed.

Even the heavens and the earth seem to have changed color.

It is the autumn of the first year of the new calendar, and winter has not yet arrived, but it is as if there is snow on the earth, as if it is right in front of you!

"Oh my God, my God!"

Zhuang Mohan stood up tremblingly, his expression was even more excited than just now, and said:

"Xiao Fan Shixian's poem is so unusual, it has the ambition to suppress the ancient and modern, and swallow the mountains and rivers!"