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Chapter 277: Serving as the Imperial Master, a growth-oriented cultural treasure

"Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain,"

"The lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance."

"The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles,"

"Unless Loulan is broken, he will never return it."

Faintly, a vast and majestic picture appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Over the Qinghai Sea, there are long clouds, and in the distance lie the snow-capped mountains stretching thousands of miles across. Under the snow-capped mountains, stands an isolated city called: Yumen Pass!

Compared with the previous one, the vision in this poem is not too shocking, but it is still a masterpiece.

At least among the people present, I felt that I was incapable of writing a better frontier poem than this one.

"The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and the Loulan will never be returned until it is broken. What a domineering poem!" Lu Zhi recited a line softly, with emotion on his face.

"I'm afraid only a hero like King Qin could write such a soul-stirring poem."

Frontier poems are different from other poems. In addition to having a certain literary talent, they also require personal experience.

Otherwise, even if it is written down, it will only be tangible and soulless.

Unlike this song, the desolation of the frontier, the frequency of battles, the hardship of battles, and the strength of soldiers are vividly displayed!

Everyone was immersed in the atmosphere of this poem at this time and could not come back to their senses for a long time.

After a long time, Liu Hong looked at Yuan Wei and said, "Master, have you thought about it?"

Yuan Wei was silent again, and finally shook his head: "I am ashamed. Although I have a manuscript, I know that it cannot be compared with this poem, so I stopped doing it."

"Okay, if that's the case, then I declare that the leader of this civil war will be... King Qin!"

"From now on, King Qin will be the emperor's master!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Liu Ye took a step forward and bowed.

"The King of Qin is so talented that he deserves the position of Emperor's Master!"

Yuan Wei also congratulated Liu Ye with a smile on his face at this time, without showing any anger at all.

Although he knew that the other party was full of bad intentions, since he was so generous, he couldn't lose his grace. Liu Ye also held up his hands and smiled and said: "I'm so grateful to you, Taifu. Poems are just trivial matters. When it comes to the way of governing the country, I still want to ask Taifu." You should study more.”

It doesn’t matter what medicine is sold in the gourd across the street, just let’s talk to each other about business first.

Anyway, it doesn't cost money to praise others, and it can also show your generosity, so why not do it!

"Okay, I'm a little tired, so I'll drive back to the palace." After Liu Hong finished speaking, he turned and left the hall.

After Liu Hong left, Liu Ye's table was instantly surrounded by a group of civil and military ministers.

Some took the opportunity to make friends, some invited him to his home, and some asked for calligraphy treasures, just to name a few.

Among the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, when it came to running the country and ensuring peace, there were probably not many who had real skills.

But in terms of the ability to observe words and emotions, it can be said that it is already full.

Whether it is the importance Liu Hong attaches to Liu Ye or Liu Ye's own abilities, it all shows that this is an extremely thick thigh, and it is natural to have a good relationship with Liu Ye.

Liu Ye didn't dislike this at all. Many friends meant many paths.

Besides, there are indeed several future big guys here, and Liu Ye is happy to take the opportunity to make friends with them.

After the banquet, Liu Ye was about to return to the auction house to upgrade his literary skills to the realm of Confucianism, when he was told by a eunuch that Liu Hong wanted to see him.

There was no choice but to let Huang Zhong and others go back first, and he turned around and went to Liu Hong's palace.

They stayed inside for almost half an hour. As for what they talked about during this period, only the two of them knew.

Even Zhang Rang was arranged by Liu Hong to show off outside the palace.

At night, Liu Ye's consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, and the first thing that caught his eye was a majestic giant tree.

Under the nourishment of a vast amount of righteousness, this tree of literature and art transformed from a literary heart has completely grown into an ancient tree in the sky.

With its current strength, it is fully qualified to take root in the long river of literature.

Once he takes this step, it means that Liu Ye has completely entered the realm of Confucianism. From then on, he can leap like fish in the sea and fly in the sky!

And above the big tree, you can see a huge ship floating in the sea of ​​clouds. It is the same ship that everyone saw before.

"A growth-oriented literary treasure, not bad."

Liu Ye smiled, and then with a thought, his soul body appeared at the bow of the ship.

Then a big hole suddenly opened above the Wen Dao Tree, and a long river full of stars appeared.

The next second, the giant ship flew into the sky with Liu Ye's soul wrapped around it, and sank directly into it.

"Huh? What's going on?"

As soon as he set foot on the long river of literature, Liu Ye discovered something was wrong.