Three Kingdoms: King Skin

After a long time, Cai Yong and others came back to their senses one after another.

looked at Liu Feng's eyes, full of shock.

One step at a time, in eight steps, such an eternal swan song was completed.

Champion Hou Zhicai's writing is really rare in the world.

No, it's rare in ancient and modern times.

Throughout the ages, there are few people who can make such a good work.

Yuan Kui took a deep breath and said with a wry smile: "I have lived for decades, studied for decades, and written for decades, but I am not as good as the eight steps of the champion Hou."

Yang Biao also sighed: "I have been waiting for decades of literature, but I have learned it in vain."

Champion Hou Zhicai, I might as well be.

Lu Zhi was also shocked and inexplicable, and felt more and more that sacrificing his life to save Liu Feng yesterday was really the most correct thing to do in this life.

Protecting Liu Feng not only gave Dahan an invincible god of war.

It has also made the Han literary world have many masterpieces that can be passed down through the ages, and made the future Han literary circle have one more great Confucian.

Liu Feng's fame will be passed down through the ages, and he will also have a little light, maybe he will be able to live for generations.

When later generations talk about the great Confucian Liu Feng, they will definitely think of themselves who sacrificed their lives to protect Liu Feng, isn't this just stained.

Cai Yong was also shocked, even he couldn't make such a masterpiece.

It's just that he has never seen such a style of poetry, so he can't help but ask curiously: "The poems written by the champion Hou are very different in style, I don't know where to learn them?"

Everyone also pricked up their ears, waiting for an answer.

They are also very curious about this question.

After decades of life, they had never seen a poem of this style.

It's very different from what they've learned before, but it sounds so beautiful and far-reaching.

Liu Feng smiled slightly and said, "Cai Daru, this is not called poetry, this is called words." The

crowd

looked puzzled.

Yuan Kui asked, "What is a word?"

Liu Feng smiled: "It can be seen as another form of poetry." He

didn't know how to explain it.

Everyone nodded, although it was not clear anymore, but in their hearts they decided that they would definitely study this poem in the future, well, the word.

Yang Biao sighed: "Champion Hou may create a new genre.

When everyone heard this, they were all amazed and envious.

Creation and inheritance are two completely different paths.

The former, which is more difficult and easier to pass down through the ages.

Liu Feng smiled and shook his head: "Actually, it wasn't done by Feng, but what Feng listened to in a dream last night by an immortal named Yue Fei." This

poem is Yue Fei's Manjianghong, of course, some of the place names have been changed.

Although it is not as good as the original book, it is at least more in line with the present.

The crowd was dumbfounded.

Compared with the immortals reciting poems in their dreams, they believe that Liu Feng wrote it himself.

Seeing everyone's expressions, Liu Feng felt very helpless.

In these days, no one believes the truth.

Cai Yong asked again: "What Champion Hou made today, can there be a name?"

Liu Feng said lightly.

"Man Jianghong?" everyone

muttered carefully, still recalling the meaning of the words.

At this time, Wang Yun sighed: "Compared with the poems made in the house yesterday, I prefer the words written by Tianqi today.

Obviously, Wang Yun didn't believe what Liu Feng said, and still thought that this poem was written by him.

When everyone heard this, they were immediately curious.

Champion Hou also made a poem in the palace yesterday

? Counting, that was not three poems in two days?

This speed is a bit terrifying.

If it is an ordinary poem, forget it, but the poems written in the court yesterday and the words written today are all masterpieces that can be passed down through the ages.

It is incredible that such high-quality poems should be produced one after another in just two days.

I just don't know the quality of the poems I wrote in the palace last night.

Thinking of this, Cai Yong opened his mouth and asked, "Zishi, can you read the poem written by the champion Hou last night?"

Wang Yun looked at Liu Feng, after all, it was Liu Feng's work, and without Liu Feng's consent, it was not easy for him to spread it at will.

Liu Feng didn't care too much about this, since he took it out, he was naturally not afraid of circulation.

Seeing this, Wang Yuncai slowly read it out and said: "This is Tianqi and the little girl's engagement as a dowry. Everyone

chanted the poem, and their eyes flashed with amazement.

Compared to the lyrics, last night's poem made them more intimate.

"Champion Hou Zhicai, I might as well wait. The

hearts of the people were filled with infinite sighs.

And those young people who originally wanted to make a splash at this small poetry meeting, this idea was completely extinguished.

There are the works of the champion Hou, and no matter how good the poems they compose, they can't cause a sensation.

Outside the hall, a maid ran to the backyard with her eyes shining brightly.

As he ran, he shouted: "Miss, Miss, it's terrible." "

At a stone table in the backyard, three beautiful women, one big and one small, were chattering.

Hearing this, one of them, who was full of books and was dignified and virtuous, about thirteen or fourteen years old, frowned, and scolded softly: "Panic, shouting, what kind of body is it?"

The maid was not afraid, gasped twice, picked up the teacup on the stone table and drank it all.

After drinking tea, he breathed a long sigh of relief and said quickly: "Miss, the champion Hou has another great work."

"Really, read it and listen to it. The

eldest lady of the Cai family, that is, the object of Wei Zhongdao's proposal, Cai Yan, hurriedly urged when she heard the words.

"The poems written by the big brother are definitely the best.

Before Cai Ling listened, he had already made up his mind.

In her heart, Liu Feng, who saved herself, is the most powerful in the world.

Diao Chan agreed with Cai Ling's words.

I only heard the maid cough twice, learned Liu Feng's movements, held her little hand behind her back, took a step slowly, and chanted: "Angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rest."

Her voice is crisp and beautiful, without Liu Feng's strong blood, but it also has a unique flavor.

Cai Yan and Diao Chan frowned at the same time.

The

maid ignored the doubts of the two girls and took a step forward to read a sentence.

In the course of eight steps, the whole poem was pronounced word for word.

I have to say that this maid has been following Cai Yan for a long time, and under the influence of her ears and eyes, she also has some literary attainments.

It's rare to be able to completely recite it just by listening to it once.

After listening, Cai Yan and Diao Chan couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.

They heard the heart of serving the country with loyalty, the heart of suppressing the rebellion, and the helplessness of being forced to stay in Luoyang.

The writing is brilliant, rare in ancient and modern times.

At this time, the maid said: "By the way, the champion Hou said that this word belongs to a new kind of poetry.

"Words?" Cai

Yan read softly, and only looked at Diao Chan for a long time, and said enviously: "Sister Chan'er, your fiancé can be called the dragon among people, and there is no one else in the same age.

Diao Chan showed a sweet smile on his face: "Brother Tianqi is indeed a dragon among people, and it is my blessing to meet Brother Tianqi."

At this time, the maid said again: "By the way, the champion Hou also made a poem for Miss Diao Chan last night. Immediately

, she read the poem out word for word.

Cai Yan's face was full of amazement, this is another superb poem.

is also engaged, look at Liu Feng, and then look at Wei Zhongdao, how can the gap be so big.