Ye Fan had no idea that just hiding Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" would cause such a big commotion.
"I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid of the beautiful scenery in Qionglou. It's too cold at high places..."
"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. It's difficult to fully understand this matter in ancient times."
"Nung, moon and new moon!"
After singing, I saw that talent turned into a divine pillar, towering into the clouds and lingering for a long time.
In the palace, Ancient Emperor Qingtian walked out of the palace.
"His Majesty!"
The manager Ouchi came over in a hurry.
"It's disturbing your Majesty. It's the noise coming from Feixian Tower. I have arranged for the commander of the Imperial Guard to investigate. Please calm down your Majesty."
"It doesn't matter."
Ancient Emperor Qingtian looked towards Feixian Tower.
A being like him has already grasped the opportunity to become a god, and he is one of the most powerful people in the fairy mountain world.
No one in the entire country can hide what he wants to know.
"Ask the palace in the sky, what year is it today?"
“It’s cold at high places!”
"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes!"
"Nung, moon and new moon!"
The Ancient Emperor Qingtian kept talking, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and finally he praised: "One poem, all of them are good sentences that can be passed down through the ages. Good, good, good, this boy's talent is indeed worthy of these 80,000 buckets."
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The Ouchi Chief was shocked and said: "Your Majesty, do you think that the divine pillar that towers into the sky is... talent?"
"if not?"
The Ancient Emperor Qingtian stood with his hands behind his hands, looked at the beam of talent, and said with a smile: "The way of literature is very strange. Without understanding this avenue, it is impossible to understand and sense talent."
"Of course you can't tell."
"But I have some knowledge of literature and art. Although it is not as painstaking as the Prime Minister's study, it is still very simple to sense talents."
"That boy from Feixianlou is so talented that he has 80,000 fights. He is really scary."
Qingtian Ancient Emperor's heart also surged.
Although the Ouchi general manager cannot understand the so-called talent, the terrifying figure of 80,000 buckets can explain everything.
"Your Majesty, Prime Minister Li has always wanted to train a student, but he has not been satisfied with it for many years. Now, with a talent of eighty thousand, Prime Minister Li is afraid that he will go crazy and will directly break into Feixian Tower and kidnap him."
"The Prime Minister will not be so reckless. Let's talk about it tomorrow. Let's ferment it tonight."
The Ancient Emperor Qingtian returns to his palace.
The palace is quiet.
But in the study room of the Prime Minister's Mansion, a crazy scene unfolded.
“What a poem!”
"The reincarnation of Wenquxing!"
"I'm not as good as me!"
Prime Minister Li Qingfeng was moved to tears after reading the message from his granddaughter Li Meicai.
He practiced literature and was the most thorough scholar.
The poems and songs that Ye Fan sang were so exquisite that Li Qingfeng thought he could not write them.
Tears filled his eyes.
On the one hand, I am excited and happy to see such exquisite poems and songs in my lifetime.
On the one hand, I am excited to meet such a talented scholar in my lifetime.
This seemed to be a gift from God.
Li Chunfeng on the other side was also shocked. He couldn't imagine how a young man could write such amazing poems and songs.
Especially the last verse:
It’s so cold at high places!
Sharing the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart...
These beautiful sentences are enough to be passed down through the ages.
I have to admire it.
Li Chunfeng was finally convinced and asked: "Father, how about I ask Cai'er to invite Ye Fan to the Prime Minister's Mansion? What do you think?"
"No, no, no, such an amazing and talented boy must be extremely arrogant in his heart, even though he dares to face the demon wolf clan without fear. Just let nature take its course, pay close attention for the time being, and don't force it. When the time is right, I will go out and invite him personally.
"
Li Chunfeng was surprised.
My father is at the pinnacle of Poxu, and he is also the prime minister of the Qingtian Dynasty, one person is inferior to ten thousand people.
Even the leaders of other major forces may not be willing to do so.
At this moment, he actually said that he would invite Mark in person?
Go and invite a junior?
Li Chunfeng knew that his father was obsessed with him and he liked Ye Fan very much.
"It seems that I have to take good care of Ye Fan and not let Ye Fan make any mistakes. The Demon Wolf Clan, huh, it's okay if they are teachers. If we want to deal with Ye Fan secretly, we can only let them stay in the capital forever!"
Li Chunfeng thought secretly in his heart.
On the rooftop of Feixian Tower, there was silence.
Everyone was immersed in Ye Fan's poem. Ye Fan also stood with his hands behind his hands, squinting slightly and looking at the bright full moon in the sky.
Little did he know that one of his lyrics would bring him huge support.