As the voice of the great eunuch sounded, everyone in the Longde Hall stood up, only to see Emperor Xia Qi wearing a bright yellow gown and striding to the top of the Longde Palace.

"Long live the emperor, long live, long live!"

"May the Son of Heaven live a long life!"

Whether it was the Bactria officials or the Silla Confucian scholars, they all bowed and saluted together.

"Tonight is Chinese New Year's Eve, no need to be polite, sit down!"

Emperor Xia Qi's gaze swept over everyone in the hall and said.

Everyone sat down together, and the eunuchs came to the princes and princes with wine and poured wine for them.

Then the singer and the dancer came to the hall on the lotus step and began to sing and dance.

The singing and dancing are leveled and lively.

Everyone enjoyed the singing and dancing at the banquet, and Jiang Han also admired the graceful figures of those dancing girls, these dancing girls were all good-looking, coupled with this atmospheric and elegant dance, it was indeed very attractive.

"This is much better than the little sisters who can only shake their butts on the vibrato." Jiang Han drank wine and looked towards the royal family.

Ning Yue naturally came today, sitting under King Yue, with an elegant and quiet posture.

In addition to Ning Yue, Jiang Han also saw Princess Youwei.

"Brother Jiang Han, are you watching the princesses?" At this time, a soft voice sounded beside him.

"Hmm." Jiang Han turned around and found that it was Ma Shangshu's daughter talking to him.

He remembered that Ma Shangshu's daughter was named Ma Tang, who was sixteen years old this year.

But...... After Jiang Han saw Ma Tang, he was a little surprised in his heart, sixteen years old...... How big is it?

"Brother Jiang Han doesn't know, those princesses can admire your literary talent! Especially Princess Youwei, who often mentions your poems. Ma Tang's cheeks were red, and he didn't know if he was shy because of the wine.

"Oh? My poems are so loved by princesses? Jiang Han asked casually.

Ma Tang said: "Yes! Especially your song "Wuling Chun", I am only afraid of the Shuangxi boat, and I can't carry a lot of sorrows...... Many princesses can't love you so much, if you weren't the eldest princess now, many princesses would want to marry you! ”

"But I like Jiang Han's brother "Jiang Chengzi" and "Man Jianghong" more, and I read it heroically."

"Brother Jiang Han, your "Dream of Red Mansions" is also very good-looking, but why did you only write eighty times? I waited for a long time, but I didn't see the back. By the way, there are many sequels of "Dream of Red Mansions" on the market today, one of which is called Seven-foot Qingfeng, which is the most hateful and nonsense. actually wrote that Jia Baoyu would all the women in the Grand View Garden, all of them, which really defiled the book. ”

Although there were a lot of Ma Tang's words, Jiang Han enjoyed her admiring eyes and words. After all, who can refuse a soft-voiced and good-looking little fan girl?

After several singing and dancing performances, the banquet has also been drunk three times.

At this time, Zhou Hongyan, the priest of the country, said loudly: "Your Majesty, just enjoying the song and dance is inevitably lacking in fun, it is better for the minister to come up with a question and let the talented people in the palace compose poems to strengthen the atmosphere of today's banquet." ”

Emperor Xia Qi nodded happily and said, "Just follow what Aiqing said!" I add another color head, who can get the head armor, for the Great Xia Wenkui, get a hundred taels of gold, a hundred jade beads, and twenty pieces of the four treasures of the royal system study. ”

As Emperor Xia Qi's voice sounded, everyone in the Longde Hall also raised their spirits, and their eyes were all looking at Zhou Hongyan.

These rewards are naturally not many for the noble princes at the banquet, and the most important thing is the title of "Great Xia Wenkui"!

For the literati, the glory is much higher than the real thing!

If you can get this honor at the Chinese New Year's Eve Cultural Meeting, from now on, the glory of the ancestors will not be mentioned, and the name of the text will inevitably be recorded in the annals of history.

And leaving a name in the book is something that every reader desires.

For a while, the atmosphere in the hall became more and more intense.

"The leader of this cultural meeting, I, Silla, must take it! As long as I, Silla, win this leader, first, I can kill the prestige of the Confucian students of Great Xia, and second, I will raise the name of Silla, and the next three Wenbi will be victorious! Silla Prince Park Young-jeong said to the Prime Minister of Silla and the scribes beside him.

"Don't worry, Your Royal Highness! We have made enough preparations, and the leader of this Wenhui is bound to win! A Silla scribe said confidently.

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"Ignorance, strive to win the leader of this literary meeting and revive the literary name!" Kong Lin, the great Confucian of the Confucian family, said to Kong Wuming beside him.

"Teacher, I will definitely win this championship and never let the teacher down!" Kong Wuming nodded and said, after he was beheaded by Jiang Han with Kong Sheng's carving knife, his strength fell to the bottom.

Fortunately, the Kong family has a deep background, and there is a way to restore his literary position, although it is not restored to the peak strength now, but it is almost there.

In order to revive the reputation of the Kong family, he is bound to win the leader of this Chinese New Year's Eve cultural party!

Although Jiang Han's poetry is talented, before he came to participate in this literary meeting, Kong Wuming had already composed poems on several themes, and he had to be corrected by Kong Lin, once he took it out, Kong Wuming was sure to win the first place in this literary meeting.

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"As long as you win the first place, it will be the Great Xia Wenkui sealed by the emperor himself! Since then, I have become famous in Great Xia, and my name may be in the history books in the future. ”

"Although Jiang Han is a poet, he also needs inspiration when composing poetry, and if it is a fixed theme, I may not lose to him!

Many of the noble children were excited, and this honor was also an extremely important thing to them.

If they can win the first place, their father will also have a light on his face.

At this time, Zhou Hongyan said: "Today is the New Year's Eve, the spring breeze has arrived, the snow has melted, but there is still snow on Zhongnan Mountain, so I will make a five-word quatrain with the title of 'Looking at the end of the South Remaining Snow'!" ”

After hearing the question, the talented scribes in the hall all groaned, and the hall was quiet for a while.

Mt. Junnan is a large mountain outside of Kyoto, and the mountain is so high and strange that many literati have left some poems on Mt. Junnan.

Emperor Xia Qi said with a smile: "Looking at the end of the South Yuxue...... Good question! Talents, who can do it? ”

"Looking at the end of the South Yu Xue......" Kong Wuming's eyes lit up, he happened to have written a similar poem, and now he can use it as long as he changes the location of that poem to Zhongnan Mountain.

He immediately stood up and said, "Holy Lord, the grass people have poems to compose!" ”

At the same time as he spoke, Jiang Han also stood up and said, "Your Majesty, the minister has poetry!" ”

The two looked at each other in the air, and the two momentum seemed to be clashing in the air.

Everyone in the hall was very interesting, Jiang Han and Kong Wuming, Jiang Han and the Kong family, they could be regarded as immortal, but they didn't expect the two to have poems at the same time.

Look at this sabre-rattling momentum, and then there will be a good show.

Emperor Xia Qi glanced at Kong Wuming, then looked at Jiang Han, and said with a smile: "Okay! Which of you will come first? ”

Kong Wuming looked at Jiang Han and said, "Brother Jiang, please first!" ”

Jiang Han smiled: "Brother Kong doesn't want to compose poems first? ”

Kong Wuming said with a smile: "It doesn't matter if you write first and then compose later, it mainly depends on whose poems are better, you say yes, Brother Jiang?" ”

Although the relationship between the two is now endless, but there is a Brother Kong and a Brother Jiang, Xu Zhongqiu at the table scratched his head, thinking to himself what to do so much politely with him?

Jiang Han said: "Since that's the case, then I'll come first!" ”

He looked up at the outside of the hall, his eyes seemed to be drawn from the Longde Hall to the Zhongnan Mountain outside the city, he took a deep breath and recited aloud: "Zhongnan Yinling Xiu." ”

When the first line of the poem was recited, the literati in the temple all nodded slightly, and when they looked at Mt. Junnan from the distance in Kyoto, what they saw was naturally its Yin Ridge - the north side of the mountain is called Yin.

And this show word is also well used! But it's just good, and it doesn't make people feel amazing.

Jiang Han continued: "Snow floats in the clouds. ”

The yin mountains of Zhongnan Mountain are beautiful, and the snow is like floating in the clouds.

Kong Wuming breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, these two poems can only be described as mediocre, and they can't beat the one in his heart!

Jiang Han's gaze moved, as if his gaze had moved from the clouds of Zhongnan Mountain to the forest below, and at the same time he said loudly: "The forest shows the color of the clouds. ”

The Confucians present were all bright-eyed, and the word "Mingji" directly portrayed the flashing light between the treetops of Zhongnan, making people feel like they were on the scene, and it was used wonderfully!

Kong Wuming felt a sigh in his heart.

Jiang Han said the last sentence: "The city is cold." ”

When the voice fell, the great Confucians in the palace couldn't help but show appreciation.

"Good! Good poetry! ”

"What a city in the twilight! The old man has read countless Yongxue poems, but none of them can compare to this one. ”

"The end of the south is beautiful, and the snow is floating in the clouds. The forest is dark, and the city is cold...... Although this poem is only 20 words, it depicts the landscape of the remaining snow in Zhongnan Mountain, as if people are in it, especially the last sentence, and even makes people feel the cold of the melting of the remaining snow! ”

Zhou Hongyan nodded and sighed lightly, this Jiang Han is really a genius, although this poem is short, it can definitely squeeze out the top three of the historical Yongxue poems!

Kong Wuming's face changed greatly, although he hated Jiang Han very much, and he wanted to kill him quickly, but he had to admit that this poem was good.

Even the poem in his heart is not as good as it.

And the Silla talents who were eager to try it suddenly stiffened.

At this time, there seemed to be a cold wind blowing outside the hall, and the wind seemed to carry the smell of the remaining snow in the Zhongnan Mountains, which shook the cups and saucers in the hall and jingled, and at the same time, the temperature in the hall seemed to drop suddenly, and it was much colder.

Everyone looked up in surprise, there was a stove for heating in this Longde Palace, and everyone in Shicai drank wine, and it became extremely warm.

But now a wind from nowhere has caused the temperature in this temple to drop.

"This is a vision of Confucianism and Taoism!"

"This poem has reached Wenzhou, and over time, it is not impossible to become a poem of Zhenguo!"

"It was this poem that sparked the vision of Confucianism and Taoism!"

Some Confucian students couldn't help but exclaim.

"What? Confucianism and Taoism vision? This Jiang Han can casually compose a poem to trigger a vision of Confucianism and Taoism? Some generals were dumbfounded and couldn't help but say.

"You rough embryo! I don't understand what is good about this poem at all! This poem is an excellent work in Yongxue poems, even if the previous Yongxue poems are ranked, they can also enter the top three, if you don't understand, shut up! Someone couldn't help but scold.

The military general glared at the past unconvinced, but found that it was the great Confucian Yunqi, and immediately coaxed him again.

"Haha, what a song 'Looking at the end of the South Yuxue'! Worthy of being my son! It's a tenth of what I was when I was younger! Jiang Zhen laughed loudly, although he couldn't read the good thing about this poem, but looking at the reaction of the Confucian students in the palace, he knew that this poem was very good.

Jiang Feng couldn't help but glance at his father more, and said in his heart that his father was really thick-skinned, why didn't I say that when I was composing poems.

Jiang Han looked at Kong Wuming and said, "Brother Kong, it's your turn." ”

Kong Wuming's face is ugly, is it my turn? You've made this kind of town and country poem, how do you let yourself compose it?

Even the people of Silla were ugly.

Originally, they also conceived a poem in their hearts, and they were about to take it out, who knew that Jiang Han's first poem was so good, how could they compare?

Is it embarrassing to take it out?

Emperor Xia Qi smiled: "Okay! It is worthy of the Great Xia poem, this poem is excellent, and I am very happy! ”

Jiang Han hurriedly said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the compliment!" ”

Emperor Xia Qi said: "Who still has poems to compose?" ”

Emperor Huiming's gaze swept over the faces of the talented people in the palace one by one, but no one dared to compose poems out loud.

Even Kong Wuming sat back in a sullen voice.

Although he really wanted to win, he also knew that his Yongxue poem was not as good as Jiang Han's.

It's also a shame to take it out.

Emperor Xia Qi's eyes were blazing, and he said, "Who else wants to compose poetry?" ”

The temple was still silent.

Emperor Xia Qi said with a smile: "Since no one writes poetry, then the leader of this Chinese New Year's Eve literary meeting is Jiang Han!" ”

At this moment, the prince of Silla stood up and said loudly: "I can't wait!" ”

This voice immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The ministers of civil and military affairs did not expect that someone would shout at this time.

When he saw that it was the prince of Silla who spoke, the civil and military forces of Great Xia all showed disdain.

Disagree with what? If you don't accept it, you will compose a poem!

Can't these Silla people afford to lose?

However, with the meanness of the Silla people, it is normal to have such behavior.

Emperor Xia Qi's face was calm and full of energy, and his eyes fell on the prince of Silla, which immediately made the other party feel a strong pressure.

"Why are you not convinced?"

Emperor Xia Qi's voice was low and there were no mood swings.

Under strong pressure, Park Yongzheng, the prince of Silla, said loudly: "The question of the Zhou festival wine is unfair! ”

For a while, everyone's eyes fell on Zhou Hongyan.

Daxia Wenwu thought, what is unfair about Zhou Hongyan's question?

"What's the injustice?" Emperor Xia Qi's face did not change, and he still asked calmly.

"This title is Wangzhongnan Yuxue, and I want to write about Yuxue in Zhongnan Mountain, right, Your Majesty?" Prince Silla said slowly.

Emperor Xia Qi nodded: "Not bad." ”

The prince of Silla said: "I waited for me to come from afar, and I have never heard of this Jungnam Mountain, let alone seen the snow of Najungnam Mountain, how can I make a poem?" And Jiang Han is a native of Great Xia, and he has seen a lot of Nanshan in this end! To use this as a topic is to make it difficult for us! We are not convinced! ”

As the prince of Silla spoke, everyone in the palace also changed slightly.

Although this Silla prince is a little nonsense, it seems that he is unwilling to admit defeat.

But I have to say that there is some truth in what he said.

It is true that these Silla people have never seen the snow of Jungnam Mountain.

"That's right! We are not convinced, we have never seen this so-called Zhongnan Mountain, so we want to compose poems with the theme of the remaining snow of Zhongnan Mountain, which is deliberately embarrassing us! ”

"Jiang Han was born in Kyoto, he doesn't know how many times he has seen Nanshan, so it is naturally easy to make poems, and we have never seen them, so how can we make them? It's literally bullying us! ”

"The Chinese New Year's Eve Cultural Meeting, in order to win, deliberately embarrassed us with this means, is this the style of a great country in Great Xia?"

"I waited for a long way to come from afar, but I was treated unfairly like this, and I was really convinced!"

"Jiang Han won like this, we are not convinced! Have the ability to re-compare! ”

The Silla scribes finally found an opportunity and immediately refused to accept it.

Just now, Jiang Han simply overpowered them with a poem, so that they couldn't write it, and they couldn't write it, which was really aggrieved.

Now that they have finally found an opportunity to accuse Zhou Hongyan of being unfair, they naturally want to vigorously criticize and oppose it.

"Nonsense! is really a poet, even if he has never seen this Zhongnan Mountain, at least he can make it. ”

"Silla barbarians, do you think we are you? I still have my heart to embarrass you! ”

"I can't even write a poem about Yongxue, and I dare to say that it's unfair!"

Many Confucian scholars in Daxia had long held their breath and immediately exchanged views with the Silla people.

The Confucian scholars were okay, and their language was still more civilized, but the warriors scolded directly.

After all, the two countries have a long-standing grudge, especially the Silla people who say at every turn that this thing in Daxia is theirs and that thing is theirs, which is shameless to the point of outrageousness.

Some Great Xia martial artists have long wanted to beat people, but they can't do it because of etiquette.

Seeing that the scene was getting louder and louder, Emperor Xia Qi shouted: "Chinese New Year's Eve event, Enke quarrels here!" ”

Although Emperor Xia Qi's voice was not loud, it quickly quieted everyone down.

At this time, Kong Lin stood up and said slowly: "Your Majesty! Zhou Hongyan's question is indeed unfair! If you decide the head of today's Chinese New Year's Eve Celebration with this question, not to mention that the Silla foreign guests are not satisfied, my Kong family is also not convinced! ”

As Kong Lin spoke, everyone also looked at him and couldn't help frowning.

Emperor Xia Qi frowned slightly, this Kong Lin actually supported Silla at this time, the Kong family is really good at doing things! It really deserves to be a master of all ages!

"What does Kong Ru think?" Emperor Xia Qi spoke lightly, his voice calm.

Kong Lin said slowly: "Choose another topic, and then divide the winner and loser!" ”

Emperor Xia Qi said: "Choose another topic, if there are still people who are not convinced, do you want to keep choosing?" ”

Although Emperor Xia Qidi's voice was calm, there was a monstrous pressure!

Some princes secretly said in their hearts, Your Majesty is dissatisfied with the Kong family!

Although facing the monstrous pressure of the Great Xia Emperor, Kong Lin still said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "If you want to be fair, Kong has a law, and everyone present can come up with a question." His Majesty has a question, Kong has a question, Prime Minister Silla has a question, Zhou Hongyan has a question, and Wei Guogong has also a question! There are five questions in total. Three wins in five games, if anyone can get the first place in three of the five questions, they will be the leader tonight! ”

As soon as Kong Lin's words came out, the generals all frowned.

This Kong Lin law seems to be fair, but in fact it is the biggest injustice!

Originally, Jiang Han had already won the first place, but he had to compose poems again because of his words, how unfair was this to him?

And if you want to win, you have to make five songs in a row!

No matter how talented a person is, he can't write five or six poems in a row!

There are three more songs that can outperform the others.

At this time, the prince of Silla laughed loudly: "This method is wonderful! If this is the case, it will be fair! ”

"That's right! That's the way it should be! ”

"It's fair to ask one question per person! Otherwise, we will not accept it! ”

The Silla Confucian students said one after another.

Emperor Xia Qi groaned slightly, very hesitant.

If this method is used, today's Great Xia talent may not be able to win the first place, and this comparison adds a lot of uncertainty.

No one knows what other people will do.

If one is not careful, it is really possible for the Silla people to take the head of the Chinese New Year's Eve Cultural Festival.

At this moment, Jiang Han said lightly: "Your Majesty, since Silla and the Kong family are not convinced, then they will be Confucian thieves...... Kong Ru's method! ”

Everyone looked at Jiang Han in surprise, this method was the most unfair to Jiang Han, but they didn't expect him to agree to use this method.

If this method is used, Jiang Han may not be able to win the top armor!

It is not easy to get the first in three of the five questions, and the Confucian scholars present are not mediocre.

"Oh, you agree with that?" Emperor Xia Qi looked at Jiang Han Dao.

Jiang Han said: "The minister is willing!" ”

He doesn't care, five questions are five questions, ten questions are fine, Daodao Wenzhou may not be able to do it, but three Wenzhou can still do it.

Emperor Xia Qi smiled: "Okay! I'm looking forward to your poems! ”

Kong Wuming was overjoyed in his heart, although it was difficult for him to win the top armor even if this kind of comparison was made, but Jiang Han couldn't win the top armor!

Bachelor Silla is also smiling, the Confucian family is really on their side, and the game that has already been lost is now not necessarily the winner!

Even if it's Jiang Han, it's impossible to win the first place in three out of five questions, right?

Kong Lin said: "Please ask Your Majesty to ask the question first!" ”

Emperor Xia Qi groaned slightly and said: "The Spring Festival has arrived, so let's take the word 'spring' as the title!" ”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, with spring as the theme, this question is not difficult to do!

Especially Kong Wuming suddenly smiled, among the poems he prepared, one of them was about spring! The teacher said that the poem can reach Wenzhou!

Zhou Hongyan said: "Tonight is the New Year's Eve, so let's take the night as the theme!" ”

Poems on the theme of night are not easy to write, and the talents of His Highness are all groaning.

The Prime Minister of Silla smiled: "Since the theme of the Zhou Festival wine is the night, then I, Silla, will take the moon as the theme, the moon of the bright moon!" ”

The title of "month" is not difficult to say, it is not easy to write, it is difficult to say, and there are many poems that can be written in "month", and it is easy to say, precisely because there are many directions that can be written, it will increase its difficulty.

Immediately afterwards, Kong Lin said: "Take flowers as the theme, give a poem of seven words!" ”

Among the several poems prepared by Kong Wuming, there is a poem with the theme of flowers, and that poem can reach Wenzhou, and this question from Kong Lin also has the intention of helping Kong Wuming win the first place.

Kong Wuming was overjoyed, he had one song of "Spring" and "Flower", and he could win at least two games! And he also has a song on the topic of "Moon", although it is not as good as the two songs of "Spring" and "Flower", but it is not bad.

As long as he wins the first place in one song, the head armor of the Chinese New Year's Eve will be his.

Wei Guogong pondered for a while, knowing that if he wanted Jiang Han to win, he couldn't come up with too tricky questions, and said: "Then take the old man's surname, 'Jiang' as the title." ”

When the five of them all said their own topics, Jiang Han immediately went through them in his mind: "Spring", "Night", "Moon", "Flower", "River".

He immediately felt that these five questions seemed familiar!

Wait a minute......

Suddenly, Jiang Han thought of something, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, didn't these five questions come together just that poem?

Is it such a coincidence?

"Since the title is based on these five words, let's start composing poems!" Emperor Xia Qi spoke slowly.

These five characters are each made into a poem, whether it is difficult to say or not, and whether it is easy to say that it is not easy.

If you want to write poems with a single word on weekdays, it is not difficult.

But if you want to write five songs in a row and limit the title, it will not be so simple.

For a moment, everyone tried their best to think about it.

Kong Wuming thought to himself, he would write out the finished ones first, and then think of new ones.

"I have it!" Just as he spoke, Jiang Han also spoke at the same time: "Your Majesty, the minister already has a poem!" ”

"Oh!" Emperor Xia Qi looked at him and said with a smile: "It is worthy of being a great Xia Shikui, his talent is really quick, how many songs do you have?" ”

Jiang Han said: "There are all five songs!" ”

This sentence fell, and immediately made everyone look at each other.

Kong Wuming couldn't help but sneer: "Arrogance! You've made five songs in such a short time! ”

The Silla genius also sneered slightly, this Jiang Han is really crazy!

That's the time to make five songs!

When you are a poet immortal, a poet saint?

Some Confucian ministers also frowned slightly, so fast? In such a hurry, it can't be written casually, right?

Jiang Han didn't talk nonsense, and said, "Please give Your Majesty the four treasures of the study!" ”

Emperor Xia Qi looked at him with interest and said, "Cao An, take the four treasures of the study!" ”

"Yes!" Cao An immediately summoned the little eunuch and soon brought the four treasures of the study.

Jiang Han laid out the rice paper, held the pen in his hand, and groaned slightly, but did not write directly.

This look made Kong Wuming and the Silla scribes happy in their hearts.

I want to tell you to be strong, but I still can't write it?

However, at this moment, Jiang Han opened his mouth and said:

"Your Majesty, these five words are too simple, the minister thinks that it can be turned into a topic, if you can reach the town of the country, win!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help but frown.

"Arrogance! It's just arrogant! Five words into one question, write out the town and win the country? Who is he? Suppressing the country at every turn? ”

"The old man has never seen such an arrogant and conceited person! It's already difficult to have five words on their own, and they even have to be combined into one question! ”

"Haha! I knew that the Great Xia Jiang family was arrogant, but I didn't expect it to be so arrogant! Five questions into one, and the country has to be suppressed, it's ridiculous! ”

"Jiang Han, you are simply too arrogant! Five questions into one question, are you the reincarnation of a saint or a poet immortal? Kong Wuming couldn't help but sneer.

Emperor Xia Qi frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Do you really want to combine the five questions into one question?" ”

Jiang Han arched his hand and said, "Please allow Your Majesty!" ”

Emperor Xia Qi said: "Since that's the case! Then do it! ”

He wanted to see what kind of poem Jiang Han would make if he was so confident.

The rest of the people in the hall also watched intently, some with sneering faces, some with mocking faces, some with frowning eyebrows, and some with worried faces.

Jiang Han took a deep breath and slowly put down his pen:

Spring River Flower Moonlit Night!

The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together.

Thousands of miles with the waves, where there is no moon in the spring river!

Four lines of poetry were written, and there was the sound of the river surging on the paper! Everyone's faces changed slightly, how could there be the sound of the river? Could it be that the vision of Confucianism and Taoism has appeared?

Jiang Han did not hesitate, gathered his talents, and continued to write:

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlit flowers and forests are like hail.

The frost in the air does not fly, and the white sand on the Ting cannot be seen.

Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky.

Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year?

The sound of the river was even louder, as if it was flowing from outside the hall, and at the same time, there was moonlight shining into the Longde Palace!

Zhou Hongyan exclaimed: "This is a vision! The vision is revealed! ”

Others were amazed, impossible, right? Another vision?

And Jiang Han is still writing:

Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue looks similar every year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

The white clouds are gone, and the green maple is not worried.

Who's going to be in the boat tonight? Where is Acacia Moon Tower?

The soft moonlight shone into the temple and on everyone, and the sound of the river became louder and louder! Resounding inside and outside the temple!

Many people stood up and looked out of the hall in surprise!

There is clearly no river outside, but the sound of the river seems to be very close!

There is only one possibility for this strange phenomenon, and that is the vision of Confucianism and Taoism!

Jiang Han wrote with a stroke of his pen:

Poor upstairs Yue Pei Hui, should be taken away from the makeup mirror.

Jade. The curtain can't be rolled up, and the clothes are smashed and the anvil is returned.

At this time, we don't hear each other, and we are willing to shine on you month by month.

The wild goose flies for a long time, and the fish and dragon dive into the water.

In the middle of the words, there were really wild geese flying outside, and the sound of fish and dragons jumping sounded.

Both inside and outside the temple looked at these visions in amazement.

Last night, the dream of the idle pool fell, and the poor spring did not return home.

The river flows to the end of spring, and the moon falls in the river and the lake slopes westward.

The oblique moon sinks into the sea fog, and the stone Xiaoxiang has an infinite road.

I don't know how many people will return to the moon, and the falling moon will shake the river trees!

Jiang Han has a spirit in his pen, and his body is full of energy, and this long poem for the ages is written under his pen!

At the same time, the vision of the magnificence and vastness of the vision appeared!

The sound of the river is like a wave, the moon enters the palace, the fragrance of flowers is permeated, and the talent is like a pillar!

In front of everyone, there seemed to be a wave of water, and a round of bright moon shone in the sky!

At the same time, the bell chime in the palace rang out automatically!

The sound of the bell chime was not noisy, but composed an unusually pleasant sound, resounding inside and outside the hall.

"This is a vision of the town country!! He wrote poems about the town!! ”

Suddenly, someone said in horror.

Everyone got up in horror, this is definitely a vision of the town!

Only the vision of Zhenguo can have such a big impact!

This Jiang Han is too perverted, right? Say that the town country is the town country?!

All the great Confucians were staring at the paper in front of Jiang Han's desk, and on that piece of paper, the talent rose more than ten zhang, gathered but not dispersed, like a pillar of light!

What exactly did he write? How can talent be so strong?

In the next moment, the Confucians knew what Jiang Han had written.

Because in the sound of Zhong Chi, there was an ethereal recitation, reciting the poems written by Jiang Han!

This voice is very similar to Jiang Han's voice, but it is not exactly the same, with a sense of clarity, as if it is the sound of a musical instrument percussion.

"The tide of the spring river is even ...... the sea"

"The white clouds go to the ......"

The voice slowly recited the song "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night", which made everyone's hearts shake!

This poem has spring, night, moon, flowers, and river!

The five topics really come together into one!

This Jiang Han is really a peerless talent?!

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PS: This chapter is 8000 words, and there are four chapters at the top of one chapter.