Royal Palace.

Huagai Hall.

When Hu Fei said that there was a fourth song, everyone present was stunned, but Song Lian was completely pale and his heart was filled with regret.

"The sun is setting in the days of great separation and sorrow,"

"Yin whip east points to the end of the world."

"Luohong is not a heartless thing,"

"It turns into spring mud to protect flowers."

Before everyone could recover from their surprise, Hu Fei had already read out the fourth poem.

Everyone's eyes were dull, looking at Hu Fei like a monster, and they could no longer say any words of praise.

They had never thought that someone would compose poetry in this way. It was as simple as eating and drinking.

"Hu..."

"No. 5!"

Song Lian had already given up and was about to admit it, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he heard Hu Fei speak again!

"besides!!!!?"

"Master Hu, forget it!!"

"No need! No need!"

When they heard Hu Fei say that there was a fifth song, everyone couldn't laugh or cry. Looking at Song Lian, who was pale and ashamed, they couldn't help but wave their hands to persuade Hu Fei.

Now they believe that anyone who dares to compete with Hu Fei is seeking death!

But Hu Fei ignored everyone's obstruction and spoke again.

"Stick to the mountains and never relax,"

"The roots were originally in the broken rock."

"Still strong despite repeated hardships,"

"Let the wind blow from east to west, from north to south."

There were four more verses that made everyone couldn't help but clap their hands. Even though their hands were already red from clapping, they could no longer think of any other words to use to praise Hu Fei. They could only express their feelings by clapping their hands.

Respect.

At this moment, Hu Fei, in the eyes of everyone, is the God of Poetry!

"Five songs, Grand Historian, are they enough? If not, there are more."

Hu Fei turned to look at the pale Song Lian, cupped his hands and asked with a smile.

Song Lian froze on the spot, speechless, and his face was full of shame.

"Enough, enough, really enough!"

Seeing that Song Lian didn't answer, Zhu Yuanzhang came to his senses and hurriedly waved his hands and said, his face full of relief and approval, and he couldn't hide the smile at the corner of his mouth.

"That's enough, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose, it's just for fun."

Hu Fei smiled, bowed to Zhu Yuanzhang with his hands raised, and said with a smile.

"Hu Xiang, you are really good at raising your son! I didn't expect to be able to cultivate such a talented person. No wonder you are so protective of your child. It turns out that he is really your baby!"

"But from today on, he has become the treasure of my literary world in Ming Dynasty!"

Zhu Yuanzhang turned to look at Hu Weiyong, smiled and praised.

"Old minister, I didn't do anything. It's because this kid is so gifted and gifted."

Hu Weiyong rubbed his head and said with a silly smile.

In fact, he had ten thousand reasons in his mind, because no one knew his son better than him. The boy had never read any books since he was a child. Logically speaking, it was impossible for him to compose a poem.

Therefore, he can only explain all this by his extraordinary talent.

Zhu Biao on the side looked at Hu Fei who wrote five poems in a row. Apart from being pleased and appreciative, he was speechless for a moment. He remembered that just now he was afraid that Hu Fei would lose and stopped him. Thinking about it now, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Hu Fei, you read too fast just now, and I can't even remember it. Could you please explain to me what the meanings of each of your five poems are?"

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Hu Fei and asked hesitantly.

"Okay, then I'll show my shame."

Hu Fei cupped his hands and said slowly.

Hearing that Hu Fei was about to start analyzing the poem, everyone present came closer and looked at Hu Fei attentively.

"The first song is about moss. Although it is very inconspicuous and lives in a dark and humid place, it also has its own ambitions and strong vitality. Even if it puts its life on the line, it will bloom in full bloom."

"The implication is that no matter what one's identity or status is, one should not belittle oneself. No matter ordinary people or a dandy, one must live out one's own style and not live in this world in vain."

"The second poem is about bamboo, which means that youth is better than blue. Whether it is the court, the literary world, or the battlefield, the growth of the new generation requires the help and support of the older generation. The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and in the old generation

With their support, the new generation will be stronger."

"The third song uses the scenery to express emotions. I want to tell all the gentlemen here that no matter where you are, you should abide by your duties and dedicate yourself to the court. You should not be arrogant about taking credit, let alone sit in a well and look at the sky, thinking too highly of yourself. You should serve your majesty wholeheartedly.

Let’s build the Ming Dynasty to be immortal for thousands of years!”

"The fourth poem is about myself. Although the fallen flowers fall from the branches, they will rot into mud and turn into fertilizer to breed the spring flowers of the next year. I am the same. Although I once became a playboy and did not do my job properly, but even so,

I will also do my best to contribute my little strength to the court."

"The fifth poem is also about myself. The tenacity and tenacity of bamboo and stone are like the aspirations of my heart. Even if everyone in the world derogates me as stubborn and regards me as an enemy, I will always be honest with Ming Dynasty and His Majesty.

May the Ming Dynasty remain erect, and if service is needed, there is no harm in being shrouded in horse leather!"

Hu Fei once again put his hands behind his back, looked at everyone present, and recounted all the meanings of the five poems.

These five poems of his were all written against Song Lian. Since Song Lian wanted to play word games, he would play them thoroughly!

After listening to Hu Fei's analysis, everyone present clapped their hands and applauded again. Those who used to hate Hu Fei now looked at Hu Fei and felt that they were no longer so annoying.

However, not everyone in the crowd wanted to see Hu Fei in such limelight, including Teng Ziqian who looked envious and Xu Da who looked solemn.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

Zhu Yuanzhang stood up, said hello three times, and looked at Hu Fei with some excitement.

He did not expect that those words just now would come out of Hu Fei's mouth, and the joy in his heart was beyond words.

"From today on, if anyone dares to say that your name as the God of Poetry is false, I will be the first to refuse!"

Zhu Yuanzhang walked up to Hu Fei, patted Hu Fei's shoulder hard, said loudly, and laughed heartily.

"Master Hu's talent is indeed astonishing. Xiao Wang admires him!"

Zhu Di also came over, cupped his hands towards Hu Fei, and said seriously.

"Count me in!"

"It's really a joy to be able to produce such a talented nephew as my great Ming Dynasty! I admire you!"

Li Shanchang also came over and said sincerely.

"Hu Fei, you really did not disappoint me!"

Queen Ma also stood up, looked at Hu Fei, and said approvingly, her love for Hu Fei becoming more and more obvious.

Princess Anqing couldn't help but ran behind Hu Fei and gently pulled Hu Fei's clothes from behind. Her face was rosy and she felt indescribable satisfaction. If it weren't for so many people present, she would have jumped into Hu Fei's body long ago.

Fei's arms.

What happened just now made her have a great change in her view of Hu Fei.

She knew Hu Fei was talented, but she didn't expect him to be so talented.

"Master Hu, it was Song who lost."

At this time, Song Lian also slowly came to Hu Fei's side, bowed respectfully, and said sincerely that even his self-identification had changed.

When Hu Fei analyzed the poem just now, he had already heard it, and it was for himself.

Unexpectedly, Hu Fei not only defeated him with five poems in an instant, but also used the poems to express his ideas, teaching himself a hard lesson.

"Tai Shigong, as I said below, it's just a discussion, no matter whether you win or lose."

Hu Fei smiled and said lightly.

Since you have won, you naturally have to act more generous.

He believed that everyone present understood the deep meaning hidden in the poem, but no one could point it out.

"If you lose, you lose. Song is willing to be the loser."

Song Lian looked bitter, shook his head and insisted.

"Okay, okay, today is the New Year's Day. It's a big day. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose. You two don't have to worry about it. You are both my ministers. We just don't know each other, so don't worry about it."

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and waved his hands to smooth things over.

Song Lian is already old. Even if he loses, he can't be too embarrassed. He has to give him a step up.

"Your Majesty, I have prepared three annual gifts for Your Majesty. Since the atmosphere has reached this point, why not give them to Your Majesty now?"

At this time, Hu Fei ignored Song Lian, cupped his hands towards Zhu Yuanzhang, and said with a smile.

"Oh? Three pieces?!"

"Okay! I want to see what you have prepared to make it so mysterious!"

When Zhu Yuanzhang heard this, the smile on his face became even bigger and he said expectantly.

Hu Fei agreed and immediately ordered the four guards outside the hall to unload the large wooden box from the carriage and carry it into the hall.

Seeing that Hu Fei was finally about to reveal the answer to the mystery, everyone present followed Zhu Yuanzhang and moved closer, all with curious faces...
Chapter completed!