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But he never expected that when Han Feng came on stage, he would actually overwhelm the three Confucian scholars of the Tiansheng Academy, and directly break the doom attached to the head of the Great Yan Empire with three poems of Dingguo. This is really inconceivable.

But at this moment, the focus of the audience's attention is the "Han Feng" who is dressed in a white lin python robe, elegant and talented.

Looking at the three Hongru who were vomiting blood in front of him, as well as the shocking expressions of everyone in all directions.

He sneered in his heart, but he didn't show the slightest surprise at all, because in his opinion, all of this was taken for granted.

Although the other party is a contemporary Confucian of the Tiansheng Academy, with the most talented people in the world, the three poems of Han Feng come from the three top poets "Li Bai", "Du Fu", and "Wang Wei" respectively in the previous life!

You know, in the 5000-year splendid history of Chinese civilization, there are only three of them who can be called "poetry fairy", "poet sage" and "poetry Buddha".

I even moved out the three big bosses of "immortals, saints, and Buddhas", and the three self-proclaimed Confucian scholars were of course directly "killed" by Han Feng!

When everyone finally woke up from the three Dingguo poems, Han Feng stood still and cupped his fists, bowing to the three distinguished scholars in front of him.

"Three old gentlemen, I have accepted it."

The three of them looked at the indifferent Han Feng and looked at each other, but they were all bitter for a moment.

After a long time, the white-haired old man at the head sighed softly and said: "Hey... Sure enough, there are talented people from generation to generation. My little friend has a peerless talent, which is far better than the three of us. We really missed our eyes."

Speaking of which, the three of them actually bowed to Han Feng in unison, showing shame on their faces, and wanted to turn around and step off the stage directly.

However, at this time, the other seven "Taoists of Tianshengyuan" who came with the three of them came together in the air, appeared beside the three of them, and looked at Han Feng coldly.

One of the sharp-eyed, eagle-eyed old men performed a literati salute to Han Feng, and spoke indifferently.

"This little friend is amazingly talented, but with such a shocking talent, why is he so unknown, and being a little eunuch in the Great Yan Empire, isn't that a waste of talent?"

Han Feng clearly sensed that these seven people were not kind. Hearing this, he just responded with a light smile: "Whether there is talent or learning, it seems that it has nothing to do with the identity of the younger generation, right?"

The old man sneered when he heard that.

"Hehe, what my little friend said is certainly not unreasonable, but the so-called reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. I am a literati who dances and composes poems and composes poems. It seems illusory, but everything comes from reality.

The three poems that you wrote just now, little friend, are indeed stunning in the past and present, and they are enough to last forever.

But these three poems have very different styles, magnificent rhetoric, and unconstrained content. The many scenes depicted in them seem to be written by people who have traveled all over thousands of mountains and rivers and are accustomed to seeing all kinds of things in the world.

My friend, you are only twenty this year, and you live in the depths of the palace. I really don't understand, how can you write those three shocking poems before? "

As soon as the old man said this, he couldn't help causing a commotion at the scene.

Everyone savored the three poems written by Han Feng just now, and immediately felt this way. How could such poems be written without personal experience?But this father-in-law is so young, it is obviously impossible for him to have such a rich experience.

Could it be...

The eagle-eyed old man's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he sneered again and asked.

"Could it be that my friend hired someone to write a ghostwriter, or plagiarized other people's poems? This is a taboo for literati!"

In a word, Han Feng was directly pushed to the "cusp of the storm".

Just now, everyone was amazed and shocked by Han Feng's three "Dingguo Psalms", and they didn't have time to think about it. Now when everyone calmed down, they felt that this matter was a bit weird.

The so-called abnormality must have a demon, and many people who have read poetry and books can't help but think secretly, these three poems can be said to be extraordinary and refined, enough to be passed down through the ages.

If the other party was written by a contemporary Confucianist, it would be fine. How could a mere chief eunuch write such a bold poem?

For a moment, many people in the hall cast suspicious glances at Han Feng, including many civil servants of Dayan.

And those seven Confucian scholars of Tiansheng Academy sensed the change in the atmosphere of the scene, and some people couldn't help flashing a smug look in their eyes.

This time they were ordered to come here to cooperate with the national teacher to present three poems to suppress the century-old fortunes of the Great Yan Empire. They thought it would be smooth sailing, but they didn't expect to kill a little eunuch.

The other party actually wrote three "Poems of Ding Guo", which "supported" the already suppressed national fortune of the Great Yan Empire, and even made it stronger than before, and made the three Taoists "vomit blood and fall down" on the spot.

Not to mention whether they can suppress the fate of the Great Yan Empire again.

However, Hongru of Tiansheng Academy lost to a little-known eunuch of the Great Yan Empire. Once this matter gets out, people all over the world will laugh at it.

Tianshengyuan couldn't afford to lose this face, so the seven had to save face for Tianshengyuan.

Faced with the on-the-spot doubts from the Confucianists of Tianshengyuan, and the gradually strange eyes of everyone in the audience.

Han Feng's expression did not change at all, his eyes suddenly swept to the seven Hongru of Tianshengyuan, and he said calmly.

"The old man is right. With the age and knowledge of the younger generation, under normal circumstances, it is naturally impossible to write such poems."

Everyone was more astonished when they heard the words, and the old man who spoke earlier sneered even more: "Little friend, is this self-inflicted?"

"Hahaha……"

Han Feng suddenly laughed wildly, full of disdain and arrogance.

Just when everyone was stunned and puzzled, Han Feng said again: "To tell the truth, this junior dreams every night.

In my dream, I traveled all over thousands of mountains and rivers, all over the world, saw the whale swallowing thousands of miles, saw the sandstorm in the desert, and also saw the aurora bright day and night in the extreme north...

I have seen many things in my dreams, and I have also written many poems and articles in my dreams. "

As soon as Han Feng said this, the audience couldn't help but fell into silence. Immediately, the seven Confucian scholars looked at each other in blank dismay, and then the seven laughed at the same time.

"Hahaha……!"

The eagle-eyed old man couldn't help shaking his head and sighed: "Looking at how well my little friend speaks, I think that even if those three poems were not written by you, you still have some talent.

But it's okay for you to deceive yourself and others with such nonsense, Miao Tianxia's great "dream talk", but it's not appropriate to say such words in front of His Majesty Yandi and the National Teacher. "

It has to be said that the old man was extremely aggressive towards Han Feng, and his seemingly casual sentence was intended to punish him.

Clearly accusing Han Feng of talking nonsense, treating everyone present as fools, even Emperor Yan and Huangfu Guoshi, with the intention of deceiving the emperor.

Han Feng naturally heard the other party's "malicious intentions", and couldn't help but a cold light flickered in his eyes, but the smile on his face became stronger, and he looked at the seven Hongru opposite with an undisguised sarcasm.

Han Feng said contemptuously: "Forgive me for speaking out boldly, what I have learned in my dreams over the years, although I don't say that I am pedantic about heaven and man, is unprecedented.

But if you want to surpass the great Confucians of Tiansheng Academy in poetry, I can only say that it is easy and effortless! "

Chapter 7 and Seven "Han Style" Poems for Fighting Wine

"what!"

Hearing that Han Feng actually said that he was able to defeat all the great Confucian scholars of Tianshengyuan together in poetry without any effort, everyone present was stunned for a moment, and then there was an endless gasp in the hall.

One must know that the status of Tiansheng Academy in the Tianyuan Dynasty is detached, and there are countless literary talents who have come out of it. The ten scholars in front of them have a very high status in Tianshengyuan.

Han Feng actually said that he could overwhelm the other party in a poem, which can no longer be described as "arrogant".

Even Tuoba Ningyue, who was shocked by Han Feng's three Dingguo poems just now, felt grateful to Han Feng, but gave birth to a trace of admiration.

Seeing this situation, they couldn't help feeling anxious in their hearts, and secretly scolded Han Feng for being too impulsive, why he fell into someone else's trap.

Originally, Han Feng wrote the three Dingguo poems, and the crisis of the Great Yan Empire has been resolved. Whether these three poems are original or not by Han Feng is not important anymore, and there is no need to entangle with each other.

If the two sides fight again, and Han Feng loses to these seven great scholars, and the other party takes the opportunity to write the poems of the three people before, it will be a big disaster for the Yan Dynasty.

However, when Han Feng uttered wild words, Tuoba Ningyue knew that today's affairs could no longer be good.

Sure enough, hearing that Han Feng despised Tianshengyuan so much, the seven scholars of Tianshengyuan showed annoyed expressions at the same time, and everyone rebuked them angrily.

The eagle-eyed old man at the head shouted coldly: "Hmph, you little boy with a yellow mouth, you are ignorant and fearless, do you really think that if you plagiarized three poems, no one in this world can cure you?"

Han Feng did not restrain himself, instead he laughed and said: "The so-called true gold is not afraid of fire, since the old gentlemen questioned the authenticity of the younger generation's knowledge, why waste their tongues.

Let's try again, but I don't know if you...have the guts? "

Hearing this remark, everyone present was taken aback for a moment, they never expected that Han Feng would dare to initiate a competition.

And the eagle-eyed old man was also slightly startled, but then he sneered disdainfully: "Hehe...the old man is so afraid, how the little friend plans to compete, as long as you come, I will accept it from Tianshengyuan!"

As a contemporary Confucian of the Tiansheng Academy, the old man thought he was well-educated and extremely talented, so he didn't have any fear at all. Instead, he just took this opportunity to save the face of the Tiansheng Academy in public.

Seeing the old man's promise, Han Feng showed a sneer in his eyes, and immediately said proudly: "Hmph, didn't you all think that the three poems were plagiarized by me just now?

Alright, let's still use the way of poetry to judge victory or defeat. I will write the poem first, and the seven of you can work together to solve the problem. As long as you can beat me with a poem, I will be considered a loser! "

As soon as Han Feng's words came out, everyone was shocked again. He actually wanted to challenge seven great scholars by himself!

Arrogant, too arrogant, this is crazy beyond bounds.

The seven Confucian scholars of Tianshengyuan were also stunned for a while, and then the eagle-eyed old man couldn't help laughing angrily.

"Okay, okay, okay! This old man wants to see how many peerless poems you can create. If you can really beat the seven of us, this old man will take the title of Daoist of the Holy Academy!"

"a man of his words!"

Han Feng waved his hand, and immediately shouted loudly in the hall: "Brush and ink are waiting for you!"

Hearing this, Tuoba Feixiong on the throne motioned to the eunuch beside him and said: "Give him the Four Treasures of the Study."

After a while, a table was placed in the center of the hall, with the best "pen, ink, paper and inkstone" on it.

Under the cold eyes of the seven Confucian scholars of Tiansheng Academy and the curious eyes of everyone in the hall.

Han Feng walked to the desk and looked at the Four Treasures of the Study, but he didn't write immediately, but shouted loudly again!

"Serve the wine and grind the ink!"

Hearing this, Tuoba Feixiong was about to send someone to do the same, but saw the third princess "Tuoba Ningyue" and the fourth princess "Tuoba Yilan" get up at the same time.

Tuoba Ningyue came to Han Feng's side in person, took a look at Han Feng, then reached out to pick up an ink stick, and made ink for Han Feng with her own hands.

On the other side, Tuoba Yilan took the jasper jug ​​and cup from a court lady, personally brought it to Han Feng, and filled him with a glass of fine wine!

At this moment, the two princesses of the Great Yan Empire, stunning beauties who overwhelm the country and the city, are standing by Han Feng's side, one studying ink and the other pouring wine. This kind of scene is really rare in a hundred years.

But at this moment, Han Feng did not look at the two princesses. He put his hands behind his back and faced the palace gate, looking at the bright moon in the sky. After staring for a long time, Han Feng slowly closed his eyes, as if he was meditating. wearing something.

……

After a long time, when the ink was thick and light, and the wine in the jade cup was still warm, Han Feng suddenly opened his eyes.

He stretched out his hand to take the wine glass, drank it in one gulp, put down the glass of Tuoba Yilan and poured it again, Han Feng drank again, after drinking three consecutive glasses like this, finally a hint of alcohol emerged.

At this time, Han Feng took over the fine Langhao brush, filled it with ink, and swiped Fang Qiu on the snow-white rice paper, and finally began to write like a dragon and snake with the pen. While writing, Han Feng chanted aloud!

"If you don't see it, if you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning!"

The first poem, the first line, was like a thunderclap, shocking everyone present inexplicably, with a feeling of scalp numbness!

And the Hanfeng pen is like a dragon swimming, non-stop for a moment, winding all the way down...

"Don't you see, Gaotang Mingjing's sad white hair is like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening.

Life is full of joy, so that the gold is empty for the moon.

I was born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone. "

As soon as the four lines of poem came out, the noisy hall became "as quiet as a valley", and everyone stared blankly at Han Feng with blurred eyes, completely immersed in the artistic conception of the poem.

At this moment, they felt an unruly and lonely soul looking down on the world!

And Han Feng continued to write.

"It is fun to cook sheep and slaughter oxen, and one must drink three hundred cups.

……

In the old days, Wang Chen feasted and fought for peace and joy.

What is the master's word for less money, you have to sell to the king.

Five-flowered horses, thousands of golden furs, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell the eternal sorrow with you. "

When Han Feng's wild voice fell, the last stroke was written, and then he looked at the people in the hall, and the seven scholars of Tianshengyuan.

Everyone was dumbfounded, dumbfounded, and deeply shocked by this poem.

Although there are many people and things in the poem, they have never heard of them, as if they were really things experienced in Han Feng's dream, but they can't conceal the infinite heroism in this poem, which surpasses all ages!

The hall was silent for a long time, and finally some literati shouted from the audience.

"Good poetry! Good poetry! Such a poem is enough to last forever and be praised through the ages!"

"That's right, the artistic conception and vigor of this poem is even better than the previous three Dingguo poems, it is really unparalleled in the world!"

"Unexpectedly, this little father-in-law actually has such a peerless talent!"

……

The entire hall was already erupting. Countless literati of the Great Yan Empire were amazed and praised at this moment, filled with emotion.

Looking at the figure in the center of the hall holding a pen holder and standing like a spear, everyone was astonished and respectful.

However, at this moment, Han Feng seemed to be completely immersed in another world, immersed in the dream he said, and ignored everyone's reactions at all.