As opponents, both Ye Chen and the Third Prince Long Jingtian were prepared to be ruthless.

They made up their minds that no matter how well Du Dafu wrote his love poems, they would never utter a single word of praise.

No matter how touching their writing is, they will never show any emotion.

However, at that moment, they were touched.

This makes them feel ashamed!

At the same time, this beautiful poem also filled them with despair.

What is despair?!

Despair is that moment when they realize that no matter how hard they try, no matter how much they give, they cannot overcome it.

It felt like a mountain was pressing down on me, making it impossible to move!

Meanwhile, the other talented men wept bitterly while praising him loudly.

"On the seventh day of the seventh month, in the Hall of Eternal Life, at midnight when no one was around, they whispered among themselves."

In heaven, we wish to be birds flying wing to wing; on earth, we wish to be trees with intertwined branches.

Heaven and earth may pass away, but this sorrow will last forever.

"How could there be such exquisite and beautiful poetry in the world?!"

"This poem is so beautiful it seems it belongs only in heaven; it's a rare sight on earth. This poem is absolutely stunning. Du Fu called himself the Sage of Poetry, but I feel he was the Immortal of Poetry!"

"That's right, it's the Poet Immortal."

"And then there's this line, 'The drums of war from Yuyang shook the earth, shattering the 'Rainbow Feather Garment Dance.' From the height of joy to the chaos of war, it transitions in just one line of poetry. This technique is simply top-notch."

"Especially the word 'shocked' perfectly captures the chaos and how suddenly it happened."

"This twist was brilliant; when I heard that sentence, my heart skipped a beat."

"What you say makes sense. Du Fu's skill is truly superb. The language of this poem is also quite ornate, yet every line is so apt and just right!"

"Her natural beauty was hard to conceal; one day she was chosen to serve the king. A single glance from her could launch a thousand ships; all the beauties of the six palaces paled in comparison." The moment I saw this poem, I felt as if I were seeing a peerless beauty, the most beautiful person in the world!

“My friend, you are attracted to Yang Guifei’s appearance, but I value her character even more! Even though she was forced to die, she still loved her king.”

"Indeed, it's a pity. In the end, it turned into a tragedy."

"Moreover, this poetry has a very sophisticated aspect."

"What you're referring to, sir, is perhaps..."

"This gentleman should have realized it as well. This poem is a love poem, but it is also a critical poem of realism."

"The emperor's debauchery nearly led to the downfall of the country, causing a national tragedy. Conversely, the emergence of a traitor caused him to lose his beloved. This monarch, who was the creator of the tragedy, ultimately became the protagonist of it. It was truly a tragedy of love. Such a twist was also unpredictable."

"However, I have a question."

What questions do you have?

Was Yang Guifei put to death by the emperor?

"I don't think so. She drowned herself for the sake of her beloved."

"I think so too..."

"Regardless, this poem is so well written. Besides the tragedy, it also has a touch of warmth, and Yang Guifei even becomes a fairy in the end. 'In heaven, we wish to be birds flying wing to wing; on earth, we wish to be trees with intertwined branches.' She transformed into a fairy, still longing for her beloved. It's so romantic."

"That's true. But is it possible that the original story ended when the emperor missed Yang Guifei?"

"The emperor fell ill from longing and eventually died. The story of how he later found Yang Guifei was all a hallucination he had before his death. Du Dafu wrote it this way simply to comfort us."

"What did you say?! No... this can't be true. I'd rather believe that Yang Guifei became an immortal. Aww..."

In the hall, many talented men burst into tears.

They cried even more bitterly when they realized that Yang Guifei had not actually become an immortal.

Behind the beaded curtain, Queen Lin Shiyu also covered her face and wept, tears streaming down her face beneath the veil.

Gu Jian was surprised.

no.

Have this generation of gossipers learned to fill in the blanks with their own imaginations?

He really had no intention of comforting them.

This is because this is the full text of "The Song of Everlasting Regret".

In the end, Yang Yuhuan did indeed transform into an immortal in this poem written by Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.

It is full of romantic charm.

"I think this poem is better than 'Untitled'..."

"I think so too, though it may be presumptuous of me. No wonder Du Dafu said that this poem would make people feel despair!"

"Right now, I truly feel despair!"

"I feel my Confucian and Taoist beliefs are about to shatter. With my current level of skill, I'm afraid I'll never be able to write such a poem, even until I die!"

"Don't be discouraged, it's all the same."

"..."

The praise continued for an unknown period of time.

Every talented person felt a sense of incompleteness.

Even when commenting on Du Dafu's poems, they felt a sense of exhilaration.

Behind the beaded curtain, Queen Lin Shiyu looked at Gu Jian.

At this moment, she had broken free from the poetry, yet her beautiful eyes still held a trace of sadness.

But the way she looked at Gu Jian was filled with tenderness!

A moment later, her sensual lips parted slightly, and a captivating voice emanated from her mouth.

"Mr. Zimei, this poem is wonderful. May I ask what it is called?"

Gu Jian smiled slightly and said, "The Song of Everlasting Regret."

The Song of Everlasting Regret!

Lin Shiyu was surprised.

Not only because it now has a name, but also because it is a love poem, yet it is named "Eternal Regret"!

Hate and love are inherently opposites.

Lin Shiyu never expected that Gu Jian would name this poem after hatred.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Shiyu said, "So, Yang Guifei harbored resentment towards the Han Emperor?"

Gu Jian smiled. "This matter started because of him. As the emperor, he was unable to protect the one he loved, so how could he not hate her?"

Lin Shiyu's heart skipped a beat, and she asked again, "Then what about the 'hatred' in 'endless hatred'? Does it also represent hatred?"

Gu Jian thought for a moment and smiled, saying, "If you think it's hatred, then it is. If you don't think it's hatred, then it isn't."

Lin Shiyu was immediately surprised, seemingly understanding but not quite, and said, "I don't think so. Even if it is hatred, it is hatred for this world and this irreversible reality, not hatred for her beloved."

"I think she still loves her beloved, otherwise she wouldn't have had the token brought back to him. In her heart, there is more regret than anything else."

Gu Jian smiled but did not answer.

The same poem can be interpreted differently by different people.

Lin Shiyu looked at Wang Situ and Luo Jingwei and said, "Which of you would like to read this poem?"

"Your Majesty, please let me have it! I am willing!"

The two spoke in unison, quickly getting to the point.

Such a poem undoubtedly surpasses the untitled version; it is destined to become famous and be remembered for generations to come.

Neither of them wanted to give up the opportunity to read it.

This is a great opportunity to become famous.