"oh?"

"Will His Highness the King of Han write a poem every step of the way again this time?"

The wrinkles on Liu Yiheng's old face were squeezed into a ball, and he smiled sinisterly and said, "I would like to hear the subtleties of His Highness the King of Han's plum blossom poem."

"Yes, Your Highness, King of Han, if you are really capable, we, the people of Wu, will not be able to lose."

"What are you talking about? I'm afraid that these plagiarists will reveal their true colors once the ink of plagiarism in their stomachs is gone."

"Hahaha..."

"Hahaha..."

The civil servants of the Wu State Mission hid their faces and smiled, without caring about Guo Tianyi's expression.

After all, there are hundreds of thousands of prisoners in the three border cities involving Dafeng.

It's impossible for them not to be sarcastic.

As long as they can mess up Guo Tianyi's mind, they will win.

"How deep the courtyard is, the spring is late in the cloud window and fog pavilion."

"For whom is the beauty ruined by being haggard? It is good to have a clear dream at night, and it should be from the south branch."

Guo Tianyi rolled up his sleeves, took one step, and had Li Qingzhao's poems at his fingertips.

This, this, this...?

As soon as Guo Tianyi opened his mouth, the smiles of the civil servants in the Wu delegation who had just been laughing at him froze.

This poem has a unique artistic conception as soon as it begins with the three words "deep". The repeated use of the word "deep" in a questioning tone can evoke in the listener's mind an emotional effect of a profound courtyard and a graceful atmosphere.

When used well, it can describe things wonderfully and move people unconsciously.

As literati, they naturally know that such poems cannot be produced by ordinary people.

Everyone's expressions changed when they looked at Guo Tianyi.

It doesn’t look like it was suppressed, does it?

Silky, so silky.

"hehe..."

Guo Tianyi looked at the astonishment in everyone's eyes and secretly said to a group of country bumpkins who had never seen the world.

China’s five thousand years of cultural achievements, won’t they scare you old people to death?

"The jade is thin and the sandalwood is light and infinitely hateful. The Qiang pipes in the south tower will stop playing."

"Who knows when the strong fragrance will blow away? The warm wind will be late, so don't let the apricot blossoms grow fat."

Immediately afterwards, Guo Tianyi's loud voice continued to sing the next few lines.

The entire Jinluan Palace.

They were all immersed in Guo Tianyi's voice and couldn't extricate themselves.

Liu Yiheng's eyes widened, as if he didn't believe what he was seeing.

The artistic conception of this kind of poem is a bit beyond his reach, isn't it?

"Pa~"

"Papa~"

"Pa bang bang~"

The applause of Taiwei Wang Yuan suddenly woke everyone up from their immersion. He looked at Emperor Fengjing with joy on his face and said, "Your Majesty, the poem written by His Highness the King of Han is full of witty words and is truly a masterpiece!"

"That's right!" Prime Minister Yan Xiliang also said with joy, "This poem takes plum as its title, using plum as a metaphor for people, and expresses the lonely thoughts of a lady and the pity of the fleeting time, which is extremely noble and profound.

come out..."

"Old minister..."

"Ashamed of myself."

As soon as he finished speaking, another civil servant spoke up and said, "It's wonderful. Such masterpieces are enough to earn His Highness a title in the literary world."

"Yes, it's so wonderful. This poem is like a fairy in a painting, which makes people fascinated..."

"Princess Utina, didn't you just say that our King of Han plagiarized?"

"Yes, I gave this poem full marks. Are you convinced?"

"You, the envoys of the State of Wu, are also literati. Can you tell me whether this poem deserves full marks?"

"Yes, you are talking...?"

Hearing the sound, the corners of Utena's mouth twitched, and she didn't know what to do for a moment.

Are you going to admit defeat again?

Shouldn't it?

Is this waste really waste?

Is the information wrong?

Or does Da Feng have the guidance of an expert who surpasses the teacher?

Utena was a group of people who were shocked.

Moreover, she had to admit that Guo Tianyi was indeed a capable person.

Not only is he a talented person, but his poetry and poetry are also outstanding.

If the issue of nationality and identity is put aside, isn't someone like Guo Tianyi the best husband candidate in her mind?

"well..."

Suddenly, a long sigh sounded in the Jinluan Palace.

Astonishingly, it was Liu Yiheng, the poet of the Wu Kingdom, who kept shaking his head.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you?" Utena asked when she saw her teacher sighing one after another.

"Your Highness Princess, this King of Han is too shameless."

"This..., teacher, what do you mean by this?"

Liu Yiheng pretended to be distressed, cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness, do you still remember what I told you yesterday about the lost poetry collection in your early years?"

"I just heard His Highness the King of Han reciting a poem, and I suddenly remembered it."

"This poem is also in my collection of poems."

"That's why I said that His Highness the King of Han has no shame at all. He is simply extremely shameless."

Upon hearing this, all the Dafeng officials changed their expressions.

Damn it!

Is this also a poem from your poetry collection?

Even a fool can see it.

This Liu Yiheng is deliberately looking for trouble.

"Ouch." Guo Tianyi touched his nose and said strangely, "I say Liu Shixian, you are really an old sow wearing condoms, one after another?"

"I have composed two poems in a row, both of which are in your collection of poems?"

"Why don't you say that all the poems written by literati all over the world are in your poetry collection?"

Hearing this, Liu Yiheng said calmly, "I don't know about others, but these two excellent works are indeed in my poetry collection, and there are only a few such excellent works in my collection of poems, not many."

Bang~

Bang~

Bang~

As soon as Liu Yiheng finished speaking, the civil servants of the Wu State Mission started to protest.

"The shameless King of Han has plagiarized the masterpieces of our Wu poets one after another. Do you know the word shame?"

"His Majesty Emperor Da Feng, is your prince a professional plagiarist?"

"That's right, who wouldn't be a copycat and use the poems of our Shixian to deceive us?"

"I'm just telling you why this poem just felt so familiar. Do you still need to tell me if you plagiarized it?"

"Third brother..." King Wei also took advantage of the opportunity and said, "How can you act like this? If they wronged you, my brother will naturally make the decision for you. No matter whether you have obtained Liu Yiheng's poetry collection, you should not take it...

.”

"Tianze, shut up!"

"yes..."

Emperor Feng Jing frowned and directly interrupted King Wei's questioning. King Wei swallowed his saliva and did not dare to speak.
To be continued...