Di Shuxuan turned his head and glanced at He Fang, his eyes deep.
At this moment, she had realized the seriousness of the problem.
The poem just now is already very profound. It would be difficult to top it with a short poem of four lines, let alone a long poem.
Unconsciously, her beautiful face dimmed.
Jiang Bin frowned when he heard that He Fang was going to write a long poem.
He slowly moved to Long Wu's side, suppressing his voice so that only the two of them could hear, "Long Wu, what's going on?"
"Pu Ying did try her best. It's probably because the little eunuch saved her!" Long Wu's face darkened, and he cursed Pu Ying and He Fang secretly in his heart.
"Let's take a look at the situation first." Jiang Bin stood back to his original position, the smile from before had frozen at the corner of his mouth.
He knows where the strength is, and he also feels the pressure from where!
Sitting on the dragon chair, Di Yanjun nodded with satisfaction, "A long poem would be nice, please!"
He Fang bowed slightly and adjusted his breathing, then stepped forward and started chanting.
"The tide of the Spring River reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon rises together on the sea. The waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the Spring River..."
Qingwen frowned. She felt that these poems were quite satisfactory, but they had a strong sense of imagery.
Although she can't compose poetry, she has seen many poems and can still distinguish the most basic ones.
At the same time, she also broke into a cold sweat over He Fang.
If you keep reciting it at this level, no matter how long it is, it won't be as good as the one Jiang Bin just made!
"Xiao Fangzi, you have to work hard, otherwise no one will treat me to dinner in the future, 嘤嘤嘤~" Qingwen was anxious, but she was helpless because she couldn't help at all.
Diriyah frowned on the side, her eyes were cold, and even her breath was cold.
"Xiao Fangfang, if you lose, I will drag you to the dark room first... and then kill you!" Diriyah said secretly in her heart, gritting her silver teeth.
She couldn't sit or stand, and she felt uncomfortable no matter what.
She stamped her feet anxiously, her gaze became colder and colder, and her brows were filled with murderous intent!
All this was seen by General Jiang Bin.
Although there was no expression on his face, he felt happy in his heart.
Just now he thought that He Fang was hiding something and not telling Pu Ying the best poem, but judging from the current situation, he was suspicious!
The poem He Fang wrote to Pu Ying yesterday should be He Fang's highest level!
The picture must have a picture, and the artistic conception must have a artistic conception!
With his embellishments, it’s almost impeccable!
Thinking of this, he felt much more at ease, and unconsciously tapped the floor with his toes, feeling extremely comfortable!
Di Shuxuan's expression on the side changed. She had already felt the strong pressure from He Fang!
As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, while insiders watch the door.
As an expert, she knows the profound mystery contained in these four sentences!
The tides of the river connect to the sea, and the tides of the moon rise together.
The Jiang Chao is vast, as if connected with the sea, and is magnificent.
The bright moon rises slowly, and the scene is spectacular. The word "生" alone gives the bright moon vivid vitality, which is wonderful!
What others hear is poetry, but she can see scenes that others cannot!
These four sentences go from big to small, from far to near, and gradually focus on a bright moon.
She knows this is just the beginning, the fun is yet to come!
On the dragon chair, Di Yanjun's eyes flashed, and the index finger of his right hand gently tapped the armrest, making a rhythmic sound.
Over the years, she has seen countless poems describing the moon and heard countless words praising the moon, but the one recited by He Fang is the best among her knowledge!
Four simple sentences brought her thoughts to that quiet moonlit night on the spring river!
"The power of this little recipe is unfathomable!" She thought to herself and continued to listen.
Now, He Fang has recited the most critical sentences.
His voice is higher than before, and his words are clearer than before!
"Who by the river sees the moon for the first time, and when does the moon over the river shine on people for the first time? Life is endless from generation to generation, but the moon over the river is only the same every year!"
When Qingwen heard this, her eyes lit up!
Although she didn't understand the mystery of these four lines of poetry, she could clearly feel that these four lines of poetry were comparable to the poem Jiang Bin just recited!
Thinking of this, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Xiao Fangzi, come on, if you win this time, I'll treat you to a meal! Otherwise, you'll have to treat me every time...I feel really embarrassed...Also, I really appreciate your talent!"
Qingwen thought secretly in her heart, but she didn't realize that her soul was flying to the sky.
Dilya beside him paused for a moment, and his pupils gradually expanded.
When he looked at He Fang again, his eyes were no longer cold.
Although she doesn't know how to write poetry, she knows a little about philosophy.
She knew that these four lines of poetry contained philosophy, but the philosophy was somewhat profound and she could not fully comprehend it.
But she knew where her talent was beginning to shine.
"That's right! This is my little Fangfang!" She sighed happily in her heart, and then sat down comfortably.
Just now, I was sitting with my legs crossed, my legs together, my legs bent... all were uncomfortable, but now I feel very comfortable wherever I sit.
But she is a particular person and would not sit with her legs spread like that.
Jiang Bin's face changed drastically after hearing these four sentences, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his palms.
While feeling strong pressure, he also felt a sense of awe towards He Fang!
"Life has been endless from generation to generation. Jiang Yue is only similar every year. How philosophical! How can there be any general who is always victorious? There is no general who is always defeated. Victory and defeat are the norm... Jiang Yue is only similar every year. The only difference is
The only thing that has changed is the bright moon on the river, right?" He thought to himself with a deep look in his eyes.
At this moment, he had realized the seriousness of the problem.
It seems that He Fang didn't hide something yesterday, but he hid the root of wisdom in his hand - the root of wisdom... all of it!
The poem written to Pu Ying was probably improvised. This poem is the embodiment of his talent and strength!
Thinking of this, he had already predicted where he would lose.
His fists were clenched and the veins on his forehead were exposed, but there was nothing he could do.
Not far away, Emperor Shuxuan's face turned earthy after hearing the four lines of the poem.
Her eyes dimmed, her hairpin was a little crooked and she didn't bother to correct it, and her whole person was listless.
"This, this, is this Xiao Fangzi's strength? It's too terrifying!" She was terrified, not knowing what kind of poem she should write to compare with these four!
She recited these four lines of poetry over and over in her heart, deeply feeling the depth of He Fang's strength!
Life is endless from generation to generation, but the river and the moon are only the same every year... Which woman can stay young forever? Her beauty and beauty will eventually fade away with the waxing and waning of the moon.
While the sadness was exaggerated by these four lines of poetry, her whole person became even more sad.
Because she obviously feels that with her current talent, she cannot write poetry beyond these four lines.
"Should I abstain later?" At this moment, her heart was at war with nature.