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Chapter 1004

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Zhang Feng didn't say anything. He only cupped his fist and made an inviting gesture. Although the crowd didn't understand what Zhang Feng's gesture meant, the general meaning was clear.

"Since this lord wants to use the current scenery to make a poem, can you give me a hint? Otherwise, this old man will accuse me of cheating again."

"You …!"

"Impudent! How can you measure the heart of a gentleman with the yardstick of a villain? We are just speaking the truth and have no intention of targeting you. Could it be that Prince Zhang is angry out of humiliation? "

Zhang Feng looked at the two of them with a fake smile and didn't say anything. Instead, he turned to look at Lord He and Lord Qian from the Ministry of Works and Rites and said, "If that's the case, why don't we ask Lord Qian, Lord He, and this lord to give me a hint based on the current situation? If I can make a poem of the same quality as the one you just made, what will you say? If I can't, what will you say? "

This was simply the heavens helping me. When the three of them heard this, their eyes flashed with joy. Since you want to die, then the Old Man and the other two will fulfill your wish. Lord He smiled and said, "What does Lord Li think?"

The three of them were smart. They knew that Zhang Feng was digging a hole for them, so they threw the hole to Li Xiaogong. Li Xiaogong also didn't know what Zhang Feng was up to. He nodded calmly and said, "Just do as I say."

Lord He and Lord Qian looked at each other and smiled. Lord He then looked around and said, "It's autumn now. There are maple leaves, flowing water, and the sound of zithers. Why don't Prince Zhang recite a poem based on this beautiful scenery?"

"If Prince Zhang can make a poem similar to the one just now, we are willing to respectfully address Prince Zhang as Sir. What do you think?"

"If Prince Zhang can't do it, he just needs to drink a cup of wine. What do you think?"

"Yes!"

Zhang Feng nodded faintly. His eyes swept across the faces of these people one by one. He could not help but sneer in his heart.

If it was an ordinary person, they would have some stage fright at this time, but was Zhang Feng an ordinary person? As a young man of the 21st century, he was also a top liberal arts student.

Poems and songs could be recited at the drop of a hat.

Zhang Feng thought for a while and finally decided to use the poem by the Poet Sage Du Fu, "Qiu Xing Eight Poems, One".

On the one hand, Shaolin's wild elder Du Fu's reputation was there for all to see. Moreover, this poem was more appropriate for the current situation.

Zhang Feng brewed his wine for a while. With one hand holding the wine pot, he faced upwards and let the breeze caress his cheeks.

After a while, Zhang Feng slowly recited:

"Dew withers and injures the maple forest. Clouds and rosy clouds disappear. The waves in the river surge to the sky. Plugged in the wind and clouds, the earth is Yin. From chrysanthemums, tears are shed. A lonely boat connects to the heart of the hometown. Cold clothes are everywhere. Chang 'an City is anxious at dusk."

The Poet Sage Du Fu was the poet that Zhang Feng admired the most. Who said that? Li Bai seemed to be more famous. However, regarding the understanding of events, everyone had their own preferences. Zhang Feng was biased towards the Poet Sage Du Fu. It was not because of anything else, but because he liked it.

At this time, after Zhang Feng's poem, the entire scene fell into a short silence.

It was indeed silent. This was the effect that Zhang Feng wanted. The previous poem was pieced together by himself. Then, what about this poem? If you dare to tell Lao Tzu that this poem was pieced together by others, Lao Tzu would really fight you with a knife!

No, I'll fight you with a Mitsubishi army knife.

If you really can't do it, find me a f * cking poem that is the same as this one!

Moreover, this poem was suitable for Zhang Feng at this time. Zhang Feng did not like this kind of scheming.

Ever since they came to Erpi Ridge, Zhang Feng had his own difficulties even though he brought the two girls to tour the mountains and rivers every day.

Being a stranger in a foreign land was the most appropriate way to describe Zhang Feng at this time. The annual Mid-Autumn Festival was coming soon.

However, this year, Zhang Feng had to spend his time in the Tang Dynasty of this parallel world. Although he was doing well at this time, he was after all a 20-year-old soul.

Just like the meaning of the last sentence in the poem, it was time to add winter clothes. In Chang 'an City, the topic of winter clothes could be seen everywhere. Gradually, the topic of winter clothes was on everyone's lips.

What about Zhang Feng?

His favorite clothes, mobile phone, computer, and so on had all disappeared. Instead, he was tossing and turning in this world. Even though he was wearing gorgeous clothes, he still felt a little cold, unable to make him feel a little warm.

Even though he had two beautiful women by his side, including Yu Yu 'er, who was comparable to the top beauty of the later generations, he still couldn't let go of the future. Yes, at this moment, Zhang Feng was homesick, very, very homesick.

At this moment, the ones who were the most shocked were the few people present. This poem was really too wonderful. Everyone had a different understanding of it.

Therefore, at this time, everyone was silent. Even Jingshu stopped playing the guzheng at this time. She lowered her head with tears in her eyes, and her shoulders were trembling slightly.

Zhang Feng put his hands behind his back.

His cheeks were red. Standing in the water, he stared at the two people from the Imperial College and the Hongwen Guan.

He did not have any special feelings for the two of them. He just did not like their behavior and behavior. Even then, Lu Xun's expectations and optimism were still in the Shandong aristocratic family. Zhang Feng was no different from competing with them for something. Zhang Feng wanted very simple, that was, to live the life he wanted.

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