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Chapter 1183

Chapter 1183

"If you dare to provoke Mr. Wen, you are simply overestimating your capabilities!"

At this moment, the Queen looked at Yue Feng and said softly: "Yue Feng, since you said that the poems written by Wen Tai are just average, then you can compose one."

The voice is soft, but full of majesty, leaving no room for doubt!

At this time, the queen was a little curious about Yue Feng. This little eunuch could use ants to thread a red rope, which showed that he had some talent. At this time, he also said that the poems written by Wen Tai were not good. Could it be that this little eunuch could write poetry?

"Whoa!"

The Queen spoke, and the courtyard suddenly fell silent, and everyone shut their mouths.

"this..."

Yue Feng scratched his head and said politely to the Queen: "Then let me think about it."

In fact, there are many poems about snow in the Earthly Continent. However, now that the nine continents have disappeared, the Queen may have read the ancient poems from the Earthly Continent. She can no longer borrow the ancient poems from the Earthly Continent.

However, Yue Feng remained unfazed.

After all, there are many talented people in the Linglong Tower on my body.

At this time, after the words fell, Yue Feng pretended to frown and thought, while secretly using his thoughts to communicate with Pang Tong in the Linglong Tower.

"Pang Tong, you are a famous counselor in the Three Kingdoms. A poem can't trouble you," Yue Feng said.

Soon, Pang Tong's relaxed and confident voice came from the Linglong Tower: "Master, I can compose poetry, but I can't compose eternal quatrains in a short time. But the poems I compose will definitely be catchy to read."

Master, you only need to give me a little time to think about it, and then I can compose a poem."

No one could hear the conversation between Yue Feng and Pang Tong. At this time, others saw Yue Feng standing there blankly, thinking that he could not compose poetry.

For a moment, there was a burst of laughter in the courtyard.

"Haha... This little eunuch must be stumped."

"How can a little eunuch be able to compose poetry?"

The ridicule from the crowd kept coming, but Yue Feng just pretended not to hear it.

Within three minutes, Yue Feng looked at the Queen with a smile and said slowly: "Your Majesty, I have thought about it!"

What?

Is the poem ready?

In an instant, everyone around was shocked and stunned.

This...is this too fast?! Can you write a poem in such a short time?

Immediately, everyone looked at each other and saw each other's serious shock. However, everyone quickly regained their composure. Although this little eunuch can compose poems very quickly, he may not be able to compose good poems. Historically,

Literati have to carefully consider their poems before writing them. This little eunuch writes poems so quickly, what good things can he write?

The Queen did not speak, but nodded and signaled Yue Feng to recite it.

Yue Feng cleared his throat, walked at a leisurely pace, clasping his hands behind his back in a decent manner as he walked, shaking his head and saying:

"Heavy snow is flying in all directions, and the sky and the world are white."

"Even if the world is turned upside down, it will still be completely white."

After reading this poem, Yue Feng looked at Wen Tai with a smile: "Master Wen, how does my poem compare to yours?"

hiss!

At this moment, the entire Yunshou Palace was so silent that you could hear a pin drop clearly!

No one spoke, everyone was silently savoring the poem.

Wen Tai froze there, staring blankly at Yue Feng, speechless for a long time.

This...this poem...

Although it sounds like a limerick, if you savor it carefully, it has a unique charm!

At this moment, the Queen's delicate body trembled, her red lips opened slightly, and she couldn't help but softly recited: "The heavy snow is flying in all directions, and the sky and the earth are white."

"Even if the world is turned upside down, it will still be completely white."

What a poem!

What a 'heavy snow is flying in all directions!'

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