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When seeing this scene, all the courtiers couldn't help but sighed.

Such is the case with the holy favor, this Tang Dynasty, I think there is only one copy.

In Daming Palace at this time.

Bells and drums rang together.

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bsp;Inside a certain palace in the harem.

Wu Cairen stood at the gate of the palace, looking in the direction of the gate of Daming Palace.

"Today's Chang'an must be very lively, right? This time, Tang Feng returned to Beijing with the achievements of two great victories, and was praised by thousands of people. It must be very beautiful."

It was a pleasant voice, but in this voice, there was a faint sense of loss.

"Cairen, when entering the city today, Tang Guogong himself was never seen in the team. Tang Guogong didn't show up until the team reached the Daming Palace."

The maid next to her said in a low voice.

Hearing the words of the maid beside him, Wu Cairen paused.

Then, a smile flashed across that beautiful face.

"He is a very smart person. He knows the truth that too much is too much. Such a scene, such a glory, can be looked down upon. Just talking about this vision, this state of mind, it is beyond the reach of ordinary people."

After a while, Wu Cairen said slowly.

"It's a pity that I was trapped in this Daming Palace by that old man Yuan Tiangang. Otherwise, I must find an opportunity to meet this... Tang Guogong alone."

When the name Yuan Tiangang was mentioned, the voice of Wu Cairen clearly contained a bit of hatred... Trapped in that...prophecy, this...historical empress is now in trouble, You can only stay in the harem, and there will always be people around you secretly watching.

Perhaps, Tang Wang himself did not believe in Yuan Tiangang's... prophecy, but in Chang'an City, there are still many people who believe in that... prophecy.

It's also fortunate that Tang Wang himself didn't believe it. If Tang Wang believed it, I'm afraid that Wu Cairen would have already become a corpse.

It also has to be said that Tang Wang Li Er was the hero of the first generation, but in the end, he just sent the martial artist to be a nun outside the palace, but did not remove her.

At dusk, the sound of silk and bamboo in the palace sounded.

All dignitaries in the court, without exception, entered the Daming Palace to participate in this feast.

As the protagonist, Tang Feng must be surrounded by other people for a meal: drinking.

For... this kind of banquet without any nourishment, Tang Feng himself does not have any good feelings, but there is no way, today's feast itself was prepared for him by Tang Wang, so he naturally had to participate.

"This scene, this scene, is a rare event in my Tang Dynasty. Tang Guogong is known as a poet, why don't you write a poem?"

At this moment, a voice sounded in the hall.

It was still there: the people who were drinking and drinking, stopped their wine glasses and looked over one after another.

The person who spoke was not someone else, but the eldest son of Fang, Fang Yizhi.

"Yes, yes, 3.

Tang Guogong came back with a great victory, it should be a poem, think about it, since Tang Guogong conquered the grassland a few years ago, until now, there has been no good work in Chang'an City for half a year."

Someone else chimed in.

Tang Feng sat there, playing with the wine glass in his hand, and did not immediately.

get in a word.

Above, King Tang sat there, looking at the courtiers and Tang Feng meaningfully.

"It's been a long time since Chang'an has released such a masterpiece, Tang Feng, you should try to make one."

King Tang looked at Tang Feng and said slowly.

At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on Tang Feng.

Tang Feng first poured himself another glass of wine, and then drank it all in one gulp.

The wine is good wine, all the high-quality liquor produced by the own winery, the price is not cheap, but for the special supply to the Daming Palace, it is only charged at the cost price, and does not make money.

Chapter 797: Successfully retired from Manan Mountain

The sound of silk and bamboo stopped.

The entire palace fell into a brief silence.

All the people looked at Tang Feng quietly, waiting for his poems.

After drinking that glass of wine in one gulp, Tang Feng smiled noncommittally.

"The hut is in the land of people.

And the noise of cars and horses.

I ask you how you can keep your heart far away from yourself."

After only a moment, he raised his head and muttered word by word.

After hearing this line of poetry, those...... military generals...... have no feeling at all, while those...... civil servants, His brows were slightly frowned, recalling the artistic conception of this poem.

Next to him, there was a living man in the palace, writing vigorously, recording the poems Tang Feng recited.

"Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence.

See Nanshan.

Sunset and good weather.

The birds will return each other."

Soon, another line of poetry read from Tang Feng's mouth.

In the main hall, those... civil servants, still reminiscing about the artistic conception in this poem, one by one, with slightly closed eyes, very much like that old pedant.

good poem

Someone shouted inwardly.

2 However, a good poem is a good poem, but what they read out between the lines is not a vigorous vitality, but a dull stagnation.

It is a taste of retiring after success and retiring to the Nanshan Mountains.

If this poem came from the mouth of an old official, it would be an excellent work, but now, it comes from the mouth of... the upstart of the Tang Dynasty who has not yet been crowned, the feeling is completely different.

King Tang, who was sitting above, frowned obviously, and the frown was tight.

"There is truth in it.

I want to forget the words."

After Tang Feng uttered the last line of the poem, the hall was still silent.

None of the... civil servants spoke, all looked up at the Tang king one by one.

When they saw Tang Wang's gloomy face, each one of them couldn't help shaking their heads secretly.

Who would have imagined that this... Duke Tang of the Great Tang Dynasty, who had a holy favor and made great military exploits for the Tang Dynasty, would actually write this kind of poems.

Just listen to the content of this poem, taste the artistic conception, with a strong sense of seclusion.

I don't deny it, I just say that Tang Feng made so many contributions, I'm afraid that those... people who have left a long history in history, who have made great contributions throughout their lives, may not be able to compare with Tang Feng.

Logically speaking, only with such a huge contribution, it is enough to retire and leave a name in history.

However, Tang Feng is still just now.

Then he will retire after success, from ancient times to the present.

Find out the second person? It should be impossible to find out.

It's just that, when I think about it again, those generals who have made great achievements in ancient and modern times, when there is nothing to seal, most of them will be jealous of the king, and in the end, they will all be jealous. There's no end to it.

From this point of view, it is completely normal for Tang Feng to think about the fate of these famous generals and feel sad for the death of the rabbit.

Looking at Tang Feng's return to Beijing this time, it is obvious that he is much more low-key than in the past. Even when he entered the city, he hid in the team and refused to stand up to accept the cheers and blessings of the people of Chang'an.

After thinking of this, all the dignitaries in the palace felt different feelings in their hearts.

The guesses of the courtiers are also the guesses of the king of Tang.

It's just that the position of the courtiers is different, the starting point of thinking about the problem is also different, and the way of thinking is also different.

Those below... the courtiers and dignitaries are ministers, and he is the king.

;The feats that Tang Feng has made now can be said to have caught up with many famous generals who have left history in history, and they are about to reach the point of being unsealable, but so what? Are those suspicious monarchs the same? Tang Feng is comparable to Bai Qi, but Li Er is not King Zhaoxiang of Qin.

His heart is higher than the sky, wider than the sea, his ambition is lofty, he wants to conquer the world and conquer the world, he wants to make the world submit, surpass the previous dynasty, and become the khan of that day.

Not to mention one white Qi, even ten 10 white Qi, he can tolerate it.

But now, his most important general, the most outstanding young man in the younger generation of Tang Dynasty, his disciple, his son-in-law, has given birth to the idea of ​​retiring, how can he not be angry.

Inside the hall, there was deathly silence.

Everyone can see the gloomy face of Tang Wang, and everyone can feel Tang Tang's anger at this time.

Tang Feng sat there calmly.

He has his own ideas and considerations, and he also knows what kind of situation will be created when he reads this poem here, but he just... wants this result.

Now he, he is brilliant, so that, no matter...

No matter where he is, the light he emits makes people unable to look directly at him.

And in this situation, he can't be allowed to make mistakes again, he must be careful every step of the way, it's okay if he doesn't make mistakes, once he makes a mistake, then some people will jump out and attack him without hesitation.

He doesn't want to make his life so tiring, and he doesn't want everyone's eyes to be on him all the time, and he doesn't want those people to regard him as a threat.

What he needs to do now is to make the light on his body disappear as soon as possible, so that these people will no longer stare at him every day.

And the best way is undoubtedly to send a signal to everyone that he is afraid and wants to retire.

"You, Tang Feng, killed hundreds of thousands of enemies, followed Bai Qi in the past, and killed gods for my God of War in the Tang Dynasty, but I am not King Qin Zhaoxiang, and there is no Fan Ju in my court. If you want to retire after 990, let go Ma Nanshan, yes, yes..."

The more Tang Wang talked, the angrier he became.

At the end, he directly picked up the wine glass on the table and slammed it on the floor in front of Tang Feng.

Tang Feng got up quickly, knelt on the ground with one knee, lowered his head, not looking at King Tang.

No one could see the smile that flashed across his face.

"That day, when I heard people say what you said in Datong, my heart was agitated. I thought that you had a high ambition and could open up territories and create new glories for me, but now it seems that you also Like those people, they are cowards."

Tang Wang stood up, pointed at Tang Feng and cursed.

Tang Feng still knelt there.

In the main hall at this time, no matter...

Wen and Wu all got up and knelt on the ground, everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at King Tang.

"You want to live in seclusion, okay, I'll make it happen for you... Today, I will deprive you of your title and official position, and let you go back to your countryside to be a farmer."

Annoyed, King Tang fired all his firepower and started to go crazy.

Tang Feng is...... Fortunately, the other dignitaries were taken aback by King Tang.

"Your Majesty, rest your anger."

Gao Shilian hastily persuaded him.

"Your Majesty, rest your anger."

Pei Ji then shouted.

All the people looked at each other in blank dismay, they never thought that a good celebration banquet would turn out like this.

Chapter 798: Killing is too heavy

Who would have thought that Tang Feng, who had returned from a great victory, would write a poem with a strong sense of retreat.

Who could have imagined that the king of Tang would get mad because of such a poem, and even want to deprive Tang Feng of his title and official position.

Those young officials were a little dizzy, but those........the old officials who came with King Tang, were...relatively calm. There is no way. They are used to Tang Wang's whimsical ideas.

Sometimes, this... king is wise enough to compare with any generation of saints in history, but sometimes, this... king is like a child, always likes to lose his temper.