Today, Zhang Feng's mental state was very poor.
The two women did not know where they heard that after drinking, he would talk a lot, and would answer any question you asked.
Last night, the two women pestered Zhang Feng to talk about the 'Red Chamber', but Zhang Feng was really unwilling to talk about it. After all, that thing consumed too much energy, and now he had something important to do.
The two women were also clever, and directly got Zhang Feng drunk. It was unknown which big mouth told the two women this trick. ,
After getting drunk, Zhang Feng's poetic way of passing the time, in one breath, he talked from Xu Shi to dawn.
If it were not for the severe headache and swelling in his head, coupled with the fact that he really could not hold in his urine, Zhang Feng might still be lying on the bed at this time.
Until now, Zhang Feng's head was still somewhat groggy.
At this time, the warm water from the soles of his feet washed the soft sand, flowing between the soles of his feet. A burst of comfortable and numb feeling made Zhang Feng somewhat drowsy.
In order to not be sleepy here, Zhang Yuyao reluctantly picked up the wine that Zhang Yuyao poured for him, and drank it to the brim. He smacked his lips and frowned.
Liu Hongwen, Ouyang Kai, and the others all knew some of Zhang Feng's methods. At this time, they were all looking at Zhang Feng, frowning, and silently calculating for him.
About the time it took to brew a cup of tea.
The originally abnormally sleepy Zhang Feng simply laid his whole body in the river, allowing the river water to flow between his cheeks and hair. He even faintly felt a few small fish slap his cheeks a few times.
After a little sober, Zhang Feng sat up and stretched out his hand.
Zhang Yuyao was very sensitive to this kind of thing.
Changing to a large bowl, he filled it to the brim with wine for Zhang Feng. Zhang Feng frowned slightly, but still raised his head and drank the entire bowl. Closing his eyes for a moment, he opened his lips slightly and sang with his eyes slightly narrowed, "Wine and song, life is short, like the morning dew, the passing days are bitter, my heart is for you, I sing, until now, I have a guest, the drum and the flute, the moon is clear, when will it retreat, the banquet is full of perseverance, the heart is full of gratitude, the moon and the stars are sparse, the crow flies south, circling the tree three times, which branch can lean against the mountain, not tired of the high sea, not tired of the deep sea, the Duke of Zhou's nourishment, the whole world is in my heart."
Just like how Zhang Feng pretended to be pretentious with the poem, the moment the poem came out, even the musician who was playing the music stopped playing. As for Jingshu, she was playing the guzheng passionately along with the poem.
The poetic quality of the poem, coupled with the zither music, caused the artistic conception of the poem to explode to the extreme.
Li Xiaogong couldn't help but be slightly stunned.
This poem was Cao Cao's masterpiece when he was at his peak. Zhang Feng slightly edited a few lines and added some things himself.
Cao Cao existed in this world. Zhang Feng had seen him in the ancient books of White Deer College, but there weren't many of Cao Cao's poems that had been passed down. For example, the poem that Zhang Feng sang just now was one of those poems that had never appeared.
Zhang Feng's action could be considered to have filled the gap in this world.
In order to respond to the current situation where the whole world was united, and even more so for Li Xiaogong to bring this poem to the Emperor. The most wonderful thing was that the line in the poem, "The Duke of Zhou spat out some negative points," actually existed in this world. Moreover, this Duke of Zhou wasn't a disciple of the Emperor, but a real Emperor. Therefore, Zhang Feng dared to recite it in a dignified and dignified manner.
After a long time, other than the beautiful river water, the chirping of insects and birds, and the sound of falling maple leaves, there was only the sound of Jingshu's guzheng.
"Good, good poem. It's really a peerless poem in the world!"
Li Xiaogong exclaimed and raised his cup, "Prince Zhang really lives up to his reputation. He can actually recite such a peerless masterpiece so casually. He's really a role model for our generation to learn from."
After that, Li Xiaogong drank a cup of wine. Cheng Yaojin also hurriedly echoed, "Although I'm a boor and don't know any bullshit poems, this poem makes me feel good. Good poem! It's definitely a good poem! "
Liu Hongwen and Ouyang Kai from the Imperial College opposite them remained unchanged. After all, they were also people who had experienced great storms and had read countless poems. Basically, every day, they would encounter poems passed to them by students or addresses.
The reason why they could stand out from many people and sit in the important positions of the Imperial College and the Chancellor of Hongwen Guan, which were selected by the country for talents, was partly because they were born in the gentry family, and more importantly, because of their talent and learning.
Liu Hongwen sighed softly and said, "Good poem. It's really a good poem that doesn't appear in the world!"
While speaking, he picked up a few pieces of vegetables from the plate with chopsticks and put them into his mouth while drinking wine. He said, "However, although the artistic conception of this poem is a little intermittent, the original meaning of the poem is only one. Although there are some interruptions, it doesn't hurt the general idea."
"The poem is the meaning! Quality is the most important. I didn't expect that Prince Zhang could recite such a good poem in such a short time at such a young age. It's really a blessing for the Tang Dynasty. "
Zhang Feng didn't understand the meaning of this person. He blinked and calmly said, "Thank you for letting me win." However, as expected, this old guy didn't have any good intentions.
After this old guy drank a cup of wine, he got up drunkenly and clasped his hands to Li Xiaogong, "Although Prince Zhang's poem is very good, and many famous people in the literary world can't even compose such a beautiful poem, this old man feels that if this matter is debated, this old man is a little unconvinced. If Prince Zhang can compose a poem based on our current situation, then we can be considered to be convinced."
Ouyang Kai, Lord He, and Lord Qian heard this and nodded repeatedly to express their agreement.
Li Xiaogong heard this and smiled slightly but didn't say anything. Instead, he looked at Zhang Feng and asked with a smile, "Prince Zhang, what do you think?"
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