Iron Cross Fire

"What are you laughing at, eunuch?" Wen Tai couldn't help but walk out and said coldly to Yue Feng.

When the empress gave him a seat just now, this little eunuch had no manners at all, which made everyone feel unhappy.

Now he wrote a poem, and he showed a mocking expression.

For a moment, Wen Tai felt as if he was humiliated, and the anger in his heart suddenly came out.

Feeling Wen Tai's anger, Yue Feng smiled slightly: "I'm not laughing at anything."

When he said this, Yue Feng's face was full of indifference.

At this moment, the empress looked at Yue Feng and said softly: "Do you think that Wen Aiqing's poem is not well written?"

Yue Feng's reaction was too obvious.

Anyone who is not a fool can see it.

"Well..."

Yue Feng scratched his head and said casually: "It's just average!"

What?

Average?

Hearing this, everyone present was stunned.

This little eunuch, what a big tone!

"What an 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? The literary master, Master Wen Tai! He has written more poems than you know, and you actually said that Master Wen's poems are average?"

After the voice fell, several other civil officials also nodded and criticized at the same time.

Literary master?

Yue Feng smiled and ignored it.

At this moment, the empress looked at Yue Feng and said softly: "Since you said that Master Wen's poems are average, it seems that you have a deep understanding of poetry and songs!"

"I..."

Hearing this, Yue Feng looked humble and hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, I just know a little bit, and I can't say I have any background!"

"Wow!"

Instantly, Wen Tai and several civil officials couldn't help laughing.

The next second, one of the civil officials, unable to hide his contempt, said to Yue Feng: "In this case, don't judge Master Wen's poems casually."

The others immediately agreed.

"It's just... a little eunuch, what does he know about poetry!"

"I think he is relying on the reward from His Majesty just now, and he is so proud that he can't even tell his own status."

Wen Tai looked even more contemptuous, but because the empress was present, he didn't dare to say too much. He pretended to be generous and waved his hand: "Forget it, just a little eunuch, come over and pour a glass of wine, I won't bother with you!"

Interesting!

This 'literary master' is quite serious!

Yue Feng looked at Wen Tai's attitude and felt unhappy. He smiled immediately: "Master Wen, to be honest, your poem is really not good!"

Wow!

Hearing this, the whole yard exploded!

At this moment, not only Wen Tai and several civil officials, but even the surrounding palace maids couldn't help whispering.

"This little eunuch..."

"You really don't know how to raise me..."

At this time, Wen Tai was also very angry, his goatee was about to fly, and he said coldly to Yue Feng: "Okay, okay! You eunuch, it seems that you can write better poems than me. In this case, you can read it out and let everyone listen. Let me appreciate it."

"Yes, if you have the ability, you can write one!"

"Dare to provoke Lord Wen, you are simply overestimating your own abilities!"

At this time, the queen looked at Yue Feng and said softly: "Yue Feng, since you said that Wen Tai's poems are just average, then you can write one."

The voice was soft, but full of majesty, and there was no doubt!

At this time, the queen was a little curious about Yue Feng. This little eunuch can use ants to string red ropes, which shows that he has some talent. At this time, he said that Wen Tai's poems were not good. Could it be that this little eunuch can write poems?

"Shua!"

The queen spoke, and the yard was suddenly silent, and everyone shut up.

"This..."

Yue Feng scratched his head and said politely to the Queen: "Then let me think about it."

In fact, there are many poems about snow in the Earthly Continent. However, now that the Nine Continents' barrier has disappeared, the Queen may have read the ancient poems of the Earthly Continent. I can't borrow the ancient poems of the Earthly Continent.

However, Yue Feng is still not panicking.

After all, there are many talented people in the Linglong Tower on my body.

At this time, Yue Feng pretended to frown and think, while secretly communicating with Pang Tong in the Linglong Tower with his mind.

"Pang Tong, you are a famous strategist in the Three Kingdoms. A poem should not be difficult for you." Yue Feng said.

Soon, Pang Tong's relaxed and confident voice came from the Linglong Tower: "Master, I can write poems, but I can't write eternal quatrains in a short time. But the poems I write must be catchy to read. Master, just give me a little time, let me think about it, and I can write poems."

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 stupidly, and they all thought he couldn't write poems.

For a while, there was a burst of laughter in the yard.

"Haha... This little eunuch is stumped."

"How can a little eunuch write poems?"

The mockery of the crowd continued, and Yue Feng just pretended not to hear it.

In less than three minutes, Yue Feng looked at the queen with a smile and said slowly: "Your Majesty, I have thought it through!"

What?

The poem is already done?

In an instant, everyone around was shocked and stunned.

This... This is too fast? ! A poem can be made in such a short time?

Then, everyone looked at each other and saw each other's serious shock, but soon, everyone regained their composure. This little eunuch, although he writes poems very quickly, may not be able to write good poems. The literati in history have to carefully consider several times to write peerless poems. This little eunuch writes poems so quickly, what good things can he write?

The queen did not speak, but nodded, indicating Yue Feng to recite it.

Yue Feng cleared his throat, took a leisurely step, and walked while putting his hands behind his back in a proper manner, shaking his head and saying:

"The heavy snow is flying and rolling in all directions, and the sky and the world are white."

"Even if the sky and the earth are turned upside down, it is still white."

After reading this poem, Yue Feng looked at Wen Tai with a smile: "Master Wen, how does my poem compare to yours?"

Hiss!

At this moment, the entire Yunshou Palace was silent, and a pin drop could be heard clearly!

No one spoke, all were silently savoring the poem.

Wen Tai froze there, staring at Yue Feng blankly, unable to speak for a long time.

This... this poem...

Although it sounds like a doggerel, it has a unique charm when savored carefully!

At this moment, the queen also trembled, her red lips slightly opened, and she couldn't help but recite softly: "The heavy snow is flying and rolling in all directions, the sky and the ground are white."

"Even if the sky and the earth are turned upside down, it is still white."

Good poem!

What a 'heavy snow is flying and rolling in all directions! '

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