On the top of Mount Tai, the emperor performed the Fengshan ceremony.
This is a rule passed down from Qin Shihuang.
Once a dynasty or generation does something earth-shattering, or the country is peaceful and the people are prosperous, there will be great support from all directions.
They should all bring the entire court of civil and military officials to Mount Tai to offer sacrifices to heaven and earth and sing praises of their achievements.
"Is this Taishan?"
Yan Jiaoran stood on the top of Mount Tai, overlooking the mountains below, and was shocked.
She was dressed in a gorgeous dragon robe and wore a golden crown on her head, looking majestic and dignified.
Her gaze passed through the clouds and looked towards the distant horizon, as if she wanted to take in the whole world.
Qin Yuan stood beside Yan Jiaoran, looking down at the mountains, and chanted leisurely, "I will climb to the top of the mountain and see all the other mountains as small."
This was his first time back to Mount Tai.
In his previous life, he lived in poverty, with his pockets cleaner than his face. How could he afford to go to those famous scenic spots and internet-famous attractions known for slaughtering pigs?
In this life, she accompanied Yan Jiaoran to climb the tall and steep Mount Tai. Standing on the top of Mount Tai, they looked at the overlapping peaks and the sea of clouds below.
Only then did I understand the meaning of the word "towering".
Only then did I understand why the ancients would feel such a surge of passion when they reached the top of Mount Tai.
Qin Yuan couldn't help but recite a line of poetry that he was most familiar with.
If you don’t go to the top of Mount Tai, you will never understand the feeling of ruling the world!
Yan Jiaoran snorted lightly, quite disdainfully, and said sarcastically:
"You bastard, you're still the top scholar in my Great Zhou, right?"
"Shouldn't I improvise a poem and leave my name in history?"
"What's the point of copying Du Sheng's poems?"
"You are not ashamed, but I am ashamed!"
"No way, no way, you're not unworthy of the title of number one scholar, are you?"
Yan Jiaoran, the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, never misses an opportunity to mock and ridicule Qin Yuan.
Even though she is always the one who suffers and wails in pain in the end, she keeps fighting and never gives up.
However, he didn't expect that his subconscious complaints would be echoed and approved by the taciturn Li Yinhuan.
"It's a bit embarrassing indeed."
"I feel like the entire literary world of the Great Zhou has been lowered."
Qin Yuan: “???”
OK, OK.
That's how you play it, right?
It's a provocation, right?
I, Qin, have read countless poems and famous works that have been passed down through the ages.
How could I be humiliated and looked down upon by you two?
As the saying goes, people fight for a breath, Buddhas fight for a stick of incense.
Today I have to write a poem that will shock the heavens and earth and make the ghosts cry, to give you two little girls a shock and broaden your horizons!
Thinking of this.
Qin Yuan smiled slightly, "Writing poetry? That's not difficult at all. Just listen carefully."
"oh?"
Yan Jiaoran's interest was immediately ignited by Qin Yuan.
I've known him for so long, but I've never heard this bastard write poetry.
I don’t know what level this bastard’s poetry is at.
Li Yinhuan also pricked up her ears quietly and waited quietly.
At this moment, everything is silent.
On the top of the huge Mount Tai, there were only the sound of the whistling wind and Qin Yuan's footsteps.
Qin Yuan looked at this spectacular scene, and for no reason he felt a sense of freedom and heroism in his heart, as if the entire world was under his control.
With this kind of state of mind, the legendary literary spirit began to boil and brew in Qin Yuan's chest.
A stunning and extraordinary poem was about to emerge in an instant.
The heavy sense of oppression and prestige immediately froze Yan Jiaoran's breathing.
She slowly closed her eyes.
At this moment.
She seemed to hear the breathing of the earth.
It seemed as if I could feel the whispers of the wind.
It seems like I saw a beautiful scene with the fragrance of flowers.
Is this the magic of "National Poetry"?
Yan Jiaoran thought so and felt that she had become one with nature and a part of the world.
Whether it was Yan Jiaoran or Li Yinhuan, they were all immersed in this light-hearted atmosphere, unable to extricate themselves and indulge in it.
It was unknown how long it had been, but Qin Yuan finally reached the seventh step.
Seven steps, seven steps!
With this man's ability, even seven steps should be a poem!
Sure enough, Qin Yuan stopped, slowly turned around, and looked at the two of them quietly with an expression of great confidence.
Here we come!
The dog man really became a poem!
Am I about to witness the birth of a masterpiece that will be remembered for all time?!
Yan Jiaoran was extremely excited.
Qin Yuan looked calm and murmured confidently.
"Poetry is just a small thing for me. It comes easily to me."
The words fell.
Under Yan Jiaoran's starry eyes, he walked over quickly, put his arms around her waist, and said with deep affection on his face.
“The most beautiful scenery in the world.”
He opened his palm again, pointed at the peaks at the foot of Mount Tai, and said proudly.
"The whole world!"
"It's all mine now. I'm destined to go down in history."
"Why should I rely on these few crappy poems to prove myself and leave my name in history?"
"So-called poetry is nothing more than entertainment."
Yan Jiaoran, Li Yinhuan: "..."
ah?
We both waited for so long that we even took a few breaths less.
result……
That’s it?
You've been talking nonsense, pretending to be mysterious and profound for so long, and the result is just this sentence?
Doesn’t your conscience hurt?
Yan Jiaoran was so annoyed that she raised her hand and slapped Qin Yuan's hand away, saying angrily:
"Stop it!"
"What a waste of my feelings and emotions."
"Go cool down."
"The top scholar of the Great Zhou Dynasty can't even write a doggerel."
"It's so shameful. It's so shameful."
"Lie le le—"
Yan Jiaoran scratched her face and stuck out her tongue mischievously.
Qin Yuan glanced at Li Yinhuan, then picked up Yan Jiaoran and bit her ear and said, "Can I write poetry? You will know if you listen to me."
"Let's go back to the palace. I'll show you the surging talent of the Great Zhou's top scholar."
Yan Jiaoran knew what Qin Yuan was talking about. Her face immediately turned red and she said angrily.
"Let go, let go. If you want to do it, do it here. Why go to the palace?"
"Yinhuan is still watching from the side."
"You are already an old married couple, why are you shy?" Qin Yuan glanced at Li Yinhuan with full of provocation.
"Let's go. It's getting late. We should go back and rest. There's a celebration tomorrow."
"Yinhuan, save me, save me quickly." Yan Jiaoran unconsciously got into the role and started shouting.
Upon hearing this, Li Yinhuan's brows twisted into a knot.
What should I do?
To save or not to save?
What should she do?
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