"What are you, eunuch?" Wen Tai couldn't help but walk out and said coldly to Yue Feng.
When the Queen gave her throne, the little eunuch had no rules at all, which made everyone feel unhappy.
Now that he has written a poem himself, he actually showed mockery.
For a moment, Wen Tai felt as if he was humiliated, and he felt very angry in his heart.
Feeling Wen Tai's anger, Yue Feng smiled slightly: "I didn't laugh at anything."
When saying this, Yue Feng looked careless.
At this moment, the queen looked at Yue Feng and said softly: "Do you think this poem by Wen Aiqing is not well written?"
Yue Feng's reaction was too obvious.
As long as you are not a fool, you can see it.
"Um..."
Yue Feng scratched his head and said casually: "It's just the same!"
What?
generally?
When everyone present was stunned when they heard this.
This little eunuch, such a big tone!
"What a arrogant little eunuch!"
At this moment, a minister stood up and pointed at Yue Feng and shouted angrily: "Do you know who is standing in front of you? Master Wen Taiwen! He wrote more poems than you know. You actually said Master Wen's poems?"
After the words came, several other civil officials nodded and accused them at the same time.
A great writer?
Yue Feng laughed it off.
At this moment, the queen looked at Yue Feng and said softly: "Since you said that Wen Aiqing's poems are as good as you, it depends on you, you have a good understanding of poetry, lyrics and essays!"
"I..."
Hearing this, Yue Feng looked humble and said quickly: "Your Majesty, I just understand a little bit, and I can't say much about the background!"
"Wow!"
In an instant, Wen Tai and several civil officials couldn't help laughing.
The next second, one of the civil officials could not hide his contempt and said to Yue Feng: "Since that's the case, don't judge Lord Wen's poems at will."
The other few, immediately agree.
"It's... a little eunuch, do you understand what poetry is?"
"I think it was because of the reward from His Majesty just now that he was so arrogant that he could hardly tell his identity."
Wen Tai looked even more contempt, but because the queen was present, she didn't dare to say too much. She pretended to be generous and waved her hand: "Forget it, just a little eunuch. Come and pour a glass of wine, I won't care about you!"
interesting!
This "literary master" is quite similar to the air!
Yue Feng looked at Wen Tai's attitude and felt unhappy. He immediately smiled: "Sir Wen, to be honest, your poem is really not very good!"
Wow!
Hearing this, the whole yard was in an uproar!
This was a moment. Not only Wen Tai, but also the palace maids around him couldn't help but whisper.
"This little eunuch..."
"I really don't know how to be proud..."
At this time, Wen Tai was also very angry, and his goatee was about to fly up, and said coldly to Yue Feng: "Okay, okay! You eunuch, it seems that you can write a better poem than me. Since that's the case, you read it out and let everyone listen. Let me also appreciate it."
"Yes, if you have the ability, you can write a song!"
"It's overestimable to dare to provoke Lord Wen!"
At this moment, the queen looked at Yue Feng and said softly: "Yue Feng. Since you said that the poem written by Wen Tai is just average, then just write one."
The voice is soft, but majestic. There is no doubt about it!
At this time, the queen was a little curious about Yue Feng. The little eunuch who was able to wear red ropes with ants means that he had some talent. At this time, he also said that Wen Tai wrote bad poems. Could this little eunuch write poems?
"Swish!"
The queen spoke, and the yard suddenly became silent, and everyone shut up.
"this..."
Yue Feng scratched his head and said politely to the queen: "Then I'll think about it."
In fact, there are many poems about snow on Earth. However, now the barriers of the nine continents have disappeared, and the ancient poems about Earth. Maybe the Queen has read them. She can't borrow ancient poems about Earth.
However, Yue Feng was still not panicked.
After all, there are many talented people in the exquisite tower on my body.
At this time, the words fell. Yue Feng pretended to frown and ponder, while secretly communicating with Pang Tong in Linglong Tower.
"Pang Tong, you are a famous strategist in the Three Kingdoms. A poem will not defeat you." Yue Feng said.
Soon, Pang Tong's relaxed and confident voice came from the Linglong Tower: "Master, I can write poetry, but in a short time, I can't write quatrains for the ages. However, the poems I wrote must be catchy to read. The master only needs to give me some time and let me think about it and I can write poetry."
No one could hear the conversation between Yue Feng and Pang Tong. At this time, Yue Feng in the eyes of others saw him standing there blankly. They thought he could not write poetry.
For a moment, there was a burst of laughter in the yard.
"Haha... this little eunuch is stumped."
"How could a little eunuch write a poem?"
The mockery from everyone kept coming, and Yue Feng just pretended that he didn't hear it.
Within three minutes, Yue Feng looked at the queen with a smile and said slowly: "Your Majesty. I've thought about it!"
What?
The poem is done?
In an instant, everyone around was shocked and stunned.
This...is too fast?! Can you write a poem in such a short time?
Then, everyone looked at each other and saw each other's severe shock, but soon everyone regained their calmness. Although this little eunuch wrote poems very quickly, it may not necessarily be able to write good poems. The literati and poets in history had to carefully consider how many times they wrote peerless poems. What good things could this little eunuch wrote poems so quickly?
The queen did not speak, but nodded and signaled Yue Feng to chant.
Yue Feng cleared his throat and walked leisurely. While walking, he stood with his hands behind his back and shook his head and said:
"The heavy snow flies and rolls around in all directions, and the sky and earth are white."
"Even if the sky is turned upside down, it is still white."
After reading this poem, Yue Feng looked at Wen Tai with a smile: "Sir Wen, how is my poem compared to yours?"
hiss!
At this moment, the entire Yunshou Palace was silent, and a needle could be heard clearly!
No one spoke, everyone was silently savoring this poem.
Wen Tai was even more frozen, staring at Yue Feng blankly, unable to speak for a long time.
This...this poem...
Although it sounds like a limerick, it will be a unique charm when you savor it carefully!
At this moment, the queen's body trembled, her red lips opened slightly, and she couldn't help but recite softly: "The heavy snow flies and rolls around, and the sky and the ground are white."
"Even if the sky is turned upside down, it is still white."
Good poem!
What a 'heavy snow flies and rolls around in all directions!'