There was no sound.

Huang Fuxuan stopped and looked, on the high platform, everywhere he looked, the wind rose, the flag fluttered with the wind, at this moment, everyone was waiting.

Wait for the Son of Heaven to recite that poem.

In such an atmosphere, Huang Bo-hyun took the note, ignored the stares cast by him, shook his head with a smile, and showed a look of amazement.

Under the night, the stars are dotted, the full moon hanging high is very bright, and the gap in one corner is so dazzling when it is reflected in Huang Fu Xuan's eyes at this moment.

When it is full, it overflows.

Prosperity must decline.

Isn't the gap on the full moon a reflection of the current wind dynasty?

This......

Seeing the Son of Heaven like this, all the groups gathered here had different ideas, and no one knew what the Son of Heaven was thinking, but everyone knew that the Son of Heaven must have been influenced by that poem.

What kind of words can make the Son of Heaven like this!

Eyes converge in one place.

"Brother Chu, what did you say?"

Su Shisan, who felt this, his scalp was a little numb, he had never experienced such a scene, he frowned and whispered to Chu Ling: "The Son of Heaven seems to be very affected, isn't it ......?"

"Brother Su, don't worry."

Chu Ling smiled slightly, not afraid of this scene, "Isn't the Son of Heaven going to read it?" ”

Well?

Su 13 frowned and looked at it, and saw the Son of Heaven who stopped in front of the Eight Treasures Ming Hall, slowly holding up the envelope, at this moment, many people were holding their breath and concentrating, for fear of missing a word.

can make the Son of Heaven so touched, then Chu Ling's poem is not simple!

"The dangerous building is still looking forward, sighing at this, how many people have been in ancient times? The ghost sets up the gods, and he thinks that the heavens are limited to the south and the north of the border. A water is horizontal, and the post is on three sides, making a strong momentum. What happened to the Six Dynasties, it was only a private plan! ”

Huangfu Xuan's rich voice sounded, and on the high platform closest to the imperial front, everyone gathered to listen attentively, but when they heard the sentence of the Six Dynasties, it was only a private plan, and many people's faces changed slightly.

"Father~"

Huangfu Jingyu's expression was complicated, her eyes were slightly red, and when she heard this, she began to understand why Shicai's own father was like that.

What is the matter of the Six Dynasties, it is only a private plan!

Huangfu Jingyu clenched her fists, thinking of a lot, and the faces that disgusted her appeared in front of Huangfu Jingyu's eyes at this moment.

The temple is supposed to be gathered for the world, but the reality is very cruel!

"What's going on in the Six Dynasties, it's just a private plan!!"

When Huangfu Jingyu was touched, Huangfu Xuan's sonorous voice sounded again, and the cold and sharp eyes swept over the people standing on the high platform in front of him, and the faces with different expressions all entered Huangfu Xuan's eyes at this moment.

"It's crazy, it's crazy."

Li Gan's expression was slightly stunned, and he muttered to himself, "Chu Ling is really crazy, how dare you write poems like this, isn't this a metaphor for the unresolved Northern Expedition?" ”

"Shut up!"

Huangfu Yunling frowned slightly, looked at Li Gan and reprimanded in a low voice, which made Li Qian instantly come back to his senses, and he didn't dare to look at his mother, but at this moment Huangfu Yunling was in a complicated mood, she never expected that Chu Ling's words would dare to be so explicit metaphors, but Huangfu Yunling knew that this night, no matter whether Chu Ling could win the final selection or not, he had already entered the sight of the Son of Heaven, so some things would become complicated......

"Haha... The afterlife is terrifying! ”

Shangguan Hong stroked his palms and laughed, which made many people look at it, "What is the matter of the Six Dynasties, it is only a private plan, Your Majesty!" Congratulations to Your Majesty, you have such a talent! ”

Saying that, Shangguan Hong bent down and picked up the wine, and bowed to Emperor Fu Xuan, but after listening to this Shangque, Shangguan Hong knew why the Son of Heaven was like that.

As one of the contemporary Qin Zhu Kingdom and one of the Nine Pillar States of the Feng Dynasty, Shangguan Hong knows a lot of secrets, and he knows the heart of the Son of Heaven, but there are some things that can be solved without thinking.

Is this just a metaphor for the unresolved Northern Expedition?

No!

There are so many things that can't be said.

For example, partisanship.

For example, taking the heir.

It seems that the national strength of the Feng Dynasty is strong, the territory under its jurisdiction is vast, the surface is singing and dancing, but the whirlpool hidden in the shadows is countless, and a temple involves the selfish interests of many people, all of which need to be faced by Huang Fuxuan alone, he is the emperor of the Feng Dynasty and the co-master of the world, which is destined to be a lonely man!

"Congratulations to Your Majesty!"

"Congratulations to Your Majesty!"

"Congratulations to ......"

With Shangguan Hong's statement, some people who were loyal to the Feng Dynasty and the Sheji all raised their wines at this moment and saluted to Emperor Fu Xuan.

There are some things they can't say, and their position is destined to bind them.

However, Chu Ling's words pointed out the national conditions of the current wind and dynasty, and Shangguan Hong's statement in front of them also made them make up their minds.

It seems that the temple of the Wind Dynasty is more complicated than imagined.

Seeing this scene, Chu Ling, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, just letting so many people express their positions, it seems that this situation has been muddy, and those who want to calculate him have to weigh it in their hearts.

Chu Ling could feel the gazes cast, many of them with strange looks, but this was not something he was going to worry about.

In the final election of this Forgotten Sorrow Lake Poetry Club, he wants to win the first place!

In this vast world, it is difficult to think that everything is free from cause and effect, Chu Ling wants to move as he wishes, but there are too many people who want to calculate him.

Chu Ling didn't want to go with the flow!

Chu Ling doesn't want to be at the mercy of others!

Well.

Maybe this idea is ridiculous, but this is Chu Ling, if he can't even control his own life and destiny in his own hands, then going to be at ease in a chic way will not become a ridiculous delusion?

You are powerful, you are a noble position, but can you be higher than the Son of Heaven?

No!

The corners of Chu Ling's mouth turned up slightly, and his deep eyes looked at one place, Dugu Sheng, who was a little out of shape, Huangfu Yunling, who had a solemn expression, and some other people, were all looked at by Chu Ling at this moment.

Since you guys want to play, let's play.

"Because of the laughing king, thank everyone, climb high and be far away, and also learn from heroes. With the Yangtze River, it can't be managed, and the river is endless. Just drive for a long time, no need to look back, looking for the middle vow. The child is a thief, and he is bound to ask for a strong question! ”

Under such circumstances, Huang Fu Xuan, who was moved, continued to read the words composed by Chu Ling, and as Xia Yan read it, it became boiling.

"Haha!!"

Hearty laughter resounded on the many high platforms set up in the Eight Treasures Ming Hall, and such a special scene made many people frightened.

It's too rare.

It's so rare.

Those who laughed unabashedly, there were nobles, civil officials, Confucians, celebrities, and talents, although they had different identities, but under the influence of Chu Ling's words, after thinking of all kinds of things, they vented their hearts that had been suppressed for a long time.

"Little friend, the old man wants to respect you!"

Jiang Zhongzi, who was emotional, walked quickly towards Chu Ling in the face of strange glances thrown one after another, followed by more than ten great Confucians, "Your poem is so good, you can hear this word, the old man will die without regrets!!! ”