Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 700: A Genius Indeed

"Hmm... Dark clouds bear down on the city, threatening to collapse. Armor gleams in the sun, golden scales unfurl. Horns fill the sky with autumn colors, and the city walls are painted purple in the night. A half-rolled red flag overlooks the Jin River, but the frost and cold still silence the drums. I will repay your kindness on the Golden Terrace, and I will die for you, supporting the Jade Dragon."

When Zhao Tianyu saw him mumbling to himself, he knew that he had some inspiration, so he quickly moved closer to listen carefully.

Zhao Zhen could see it clearly from the high platform and started coughing.

"cough cough..."

Zhu Qisheng turned his head to look at the emperor, and seeing that his eyes were fixed on the eldest princess in the audience, he knew why.

He quickly walked off the stage and trotted to Zhao Tianyu's side.

"Uh, Master Yu, the emperor invites you to come over and speak."

Master Yu is Zhao Tianyu's nickname, and she likes others to call her that.

Zhao Tianyu waved his hand, signaling Zhu Qisheng to shut up.

Seeing this scene, Grand Tutor Wan could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. He had lived for most of his life and had never seen such an arrogant young man.

Two shameless young men.

He stood up suddenly, glared at Lin Feng fiercely, flicked his sleeves, turned around and went behind the screen.

Out of sight, out of mind. What can he do facing all the ministers?

Especially now that all the imperial guards have been handed over, the title of Grand Tutor alone cannot scare Lin Feng at all.

But in Lin Feng's opinion, there is no such embarrassment at all. He didn't do anything on the spot, so how could it be inappropriate?

So, he recited the entire poem attentively and waved to the waitress to bring paper and pen to record it.

Zhao Tianyu had already snatched the wooden tray from the waitress, spread out the paper himself, and began to copy.

Lin Feng read a sentence and she wrote it down.

Only after he had finished copying the entire poem did he throw away his brush and hold the paper in his hand to look at it.

After looking for a while, he turned and walked towards the platform.

She personally delivered Lin Feng's poems to Zhao Zhen and gave him two important instructions.

Zhao Zhen was helpless. Seeing his sister like this, he could only turn a blind eye and let it go.

Seeing Zhao Tianyu come down from the platform, he lowered his head to read Lin Feng's poems.

Just one glance and I was captivated.

I began to ponder it word by word.

Some of the ministers were still thinking, while others had already finished writing and were looking at the emperor's expression nervously.

Although there were discussions in the hall, they were very subdued.

When Hong Xiao saw that Lin Feng had actually written a poem, she looked a little embarrassed, squatted down and moved closer to Lin Feng.

"Sir, could you please give Hong Xiao a poem?"

Lin Feng glanced at her strangely.

"You like this too?"

Hong Xiao nodded solemnly.

"I remember when I was little, my master taught me to recite poetry. I felt so magical at the time, and that planted a thought in my mind. Unfortunately, later..."

Lin Feng was also curious. Women in this era, as long as they could have enough food to eat, had no resistance to poetry.

It seems that there is a kind of belief that is placed in poetry and songs.

He met many women, and except Lin Qiaomei, Xi Niang, and Chu Jiao, they all had a special liking for poetry.

What these three women believe is that if they can take action, they should stop talking.

She has a bold and straightforward personality, and she charges into battle without caring about her life. She is truly a heroine.

Lin Feng slapped his thigh and said, "No problem. I have a poem that can match yours."

Hong Xiao's eyes lit up: "Really, thank you very much, sir. Hong Xiao kowtows to you."

As he spoke, he knelt on his knees and kowtowed several times, making a loud thud on the floor.

Lin Feng smiled bitterly but couldn't stop her and could only let her kowtow.

This woman does everything so fast that I really can't catch up with her.

"Can you write?"

Hongxiao shook her head, feeling a little embarrassed.

Lin Feng didn't want to write because his calligraphy was too ugly to be presented to the public.

Pei Qiyin knelt on one leg and moved in front of the low table.

"I'll write it, General. Please read slowly."

"Okay, listen carefully..."

Lin Feng pondered for a moment and muttered in a low voice.

"Kill one person every ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles. When the work is done, leave, leaving all merit and fame behind."

Pei Qiyin finished writing, but did not look up for a long time. He stared at the words on the paper and recited silently.

This poem is also about her life experience, and it fits her very well.

The paper is filled with murderous intent and heroic passion, which reflects her thoughts and visions for many years.

Before he knew it, Pei Qiyin's face was covered with tears, drops of which fell on the paper, leaving Lin Feng inexplicably surprised.

He stroked Pei Qiyin's shoulder with his hand.

"Qianyin, what's wrong?"

Pei Qiyin shuddered, regained consciousness, and looked up at Lin Feng.

Her eyes were full of tenderness and contained immense passion, which almost made Lin Feng fall into it.

Just as they were immersed in the poetic mood, suddenly, there was a loud bang from the platform.

Everyone in the hall looked up in astonishment at the platform.

I saw Zhao Zhen stroking his palm. He must have used too much force and it hurt.

But he shouted loudly: "Good, good one, I will repay your kindness on the Golden Terrace and help you die with the Jade Dragon."

He raised his head excitedly and looked at Lin Feng.

"My dear minister, you are truly talented. With just this one sentence, you can win the first prize. I am very happy!"

The whole hall was in uproar.

Zhao Tianyu glanced at Lin Feng proudly, and smiled so hard that his teeth were showing.

"Come, have my musicians come over and compose a piece of music for you all to enjoy."

The emperor had decided on the winner, so naturally no one else had anything to say, but they were eager to hear what was so good about Lin Feng's poem that even made the emperor so excited.

The musician came over quickly, took the poem, and studied it with several court musicians.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Zhen filled a glass of wine and raised it to invite Lin Feng to drink.

"Come, come, come. I didn't expect that Duke Jingguo is not only proficient in the battlefield, but also in poetry. I offer you a toast."

Being able to receive a toast from the emperor, all the ministers were envious.

What an honor this is. If it happens to me, it will be a great event that brings glory to my family.

Lin Feng was drinking with the emperor in front, while Pei Qiyin was discussing with Hong Xiao in the back.

"Sister, I love this poem so much, I don't know..."

Hong Xiao said with a sad face: "Sister, please have mercy on me. I begged for this with great difficulty. My head still hurts from knocking on my head. You can't just take away someone else's love."

"You and I originally came from the same organization. Although we don't know each other, our ambitions and goals are almost the same. This poem really touched my heart and made me unable to extricate myself."

Hong Xiao saw that she was too obsessed and couldn't bear to refuse.

"Sister, how about this, we both own this poem together?"

Pei Qiyin nodded happily in agreement.

"Good sister, I will copy it again."

Each of them took a piece of poetry and kept it carefully in their arms.

At this time, several musicians also composed the music and gave it to the imperial singing girl to try singing.

After adjusting it back and forth several times, he came in to tell the emperor that the music had been composed and could be sung.

Zhao Zhen immediately waved his hand: "Sing quickly."

The palace's royal musicians and royal singing girls together formed a powerful combination.

A song titled "Reporting the King's Will" captures the artistic conception of the poem.

A desolate and tragic mood lingered in the entire Qingde Hall, strongly shaking everyone's emotions.

Even Prime Minister Han Qi, a literary master who came from a university, could not help but nod frequently.

"He is indeed a genius."