Chapter 210: The leap from tattoo artist to summoner.
There was silence in the hall.
Everyone was carefully savoring the poem Zeng Anmin had just written.
Zeng Anmin sat down with a normal expression, raised a glass of wine with a smile, and said to the Princess and Tian Ji:
"please."
Until his voice sounded.
Tian Ji finally woke up from his dream, a smile appeared on his face, and he raised his glass and said to Zeng Anmin:
"You've got brains, you little brat."
"Done."
The eldest princess also slowly sat down and drank with the two of them.
See this scene.
The entire hall looked at each other in confusion.
Zeng Anmin said there is no poetry.
Yet, he solved both of the questions Your Majesty had just raised with just one poem!
Everyone looked at him with complicated expressions.
This kid.
It’s so exquisite!
Ningguo Duke Li Jian sat in the distance, his eyes flashing with dangerous sharpness as he looked at Zeng Anmin.
Zeng Anmin just said that he has no poetry.
The implication is to implicitly tell Your Majesty that I have absolutely no desire to compete for profit.
But he just changed the name of Bifeng Valley with a poem.
It directly suppressed all the limelight in the hall.
One poem solves two problems.
This is truly a double-edged sword!
Don’t you see, at this time Emperor Jianhong was already sitting on the dragon throne, and he couldn’t even suppress the smile on his face.
Looking at Zeng Anmin with interest.
Those eyes almost have "I like you so much" written all over their faces!
…
Among the ministers.
Minister of Revenue Lou Yingqi suddenly spoke.
He stroked his beard and squinted his eyes, speaking in a long voice:
"Although I have never seen Bifeng Valley."
"But from the three words 'Qinghai Bay', one can feel a sea of green trees and leaves before one's eyes."
"The name is good! But the poem is even better!!"
After saying this, he looked towards Zeng Anmin with great admiration:
"This poem by Zeng Xianzi describes the longing for one another between a soldier stationed on the frontier and his wife at home."
"It captures the pain that war brings to the masses."
After finishing speaking, Lou Yingqi sighed and looked at Zeng Shilin beside him:
"Minister Zeng, what do you think?"
Zeng Shilin slowly raised his head, his gaze lingering on Zeng Anmin's face for a while.
Then he looked at everyone with a look of relief:
“In my opinion, the poem can be divided into three layers.”
"The first four lines mainly describe the vast frontier scenery, including the three elements of the pass, the mountains, and the moon, thus expressing the soldiers' homesickness."
"The middle four lines describe the war scene in detail, and the tragic and cruel battlefield."
"The last four lines describe the soldier's longing for home as he gazes at the frontier, and then imagines his wife sighing endlessly in the moonlit night high above him."
After saying this, Zeng Shilin sighed:
"This poem is like a long scroll depicting a frontier fortress, composed of three parts: the bright moon over the mountains, the sorrowful lamentation of the battlefield, and the homesickness of the soldiers. The resentment runs through the entire poem, creating a unified tone and a seamless whole. The poem is majestic and natural in style."
After he finished speaking, he turned the conversation over to Li Jian:
"Duke Ningguo, what do you think?"
Li Jian: ...
You two have finished talking.
How can I see?
"Very good, very good, haha."
Li Jian could only smile stiffly and then turned his head away.
He Qi couldn't see that this was the father venting his anger on his son.
"hehe."
Zeng Shilin heard Li Jian's answer and chuckled:
"Mr. Li has long used swords and spears as his weapons, not words. I would like to take this opportunity today to persuade Mr. Li to read more of the words of the sages."
"So as to avoid being called vulgar by young children in the future."
After saying this, he turned his head proudly and ignored Li Jian.
As soon as these words were spoken.
Li Jian clenched his fists tightly.
But he didn't know how to respond.
I can only keep it in my heart, and it makes me feel extremely uncomfortable.
Seeing him so miserable.
"I admire my dad. What he said really makes me feel like I'm in the spring breeze!"
Zeng Anmin then raised his voice to add another blow. He raised his wine glass and looked at Zeng Shilin who was sitting in front of him:
"Dad, I toast you!"
Having said that, he drank it all in one gulp.
"Shhh~"
This remark caused many people in the hall to laugh unconsciously.
The banquet continues.
Xu Nian, who was sitting next to the Fourth Prince, felt very uncomfortable.
He pursed his lips.
Staring at Zeng Anmin.
Zeng Anmin’s poem just came out.
That song he wrote before... was shit.
No one mentioned it again.
After a long time, Xu Nian sat in his seat and sighed softly:
"This poem is a hundred times better than mine."
He shook his head, a look of self-mockery on his face.
“Genius may just be the threshold to meeting him.”
Finally, he couldn't suppress the impulse in his heart anymore.
He stood up, looked straight at Zeng Anmin, raised his glass and asked respectfully:
"Zengxianzi, the poem you just wrote is profound and artistic. I am ashamed to say that I am far inferior to it."
"May I ask, does this poem have a name?"
Hearing his voice, Zeng Anmin raised his head, glanced at him with a smile, and said in a calm voice:
"This poem is called Guanshan Yue."
"Guan Shanyue..."
After Xu Nian learned the name of this poem, his expression became extremely complicated.
Good name, good poem.
It’s a good idea to change the name of Bifeng Valley.
Qinghai Bay... makes people dare not even think of competing with it.
Suddenly, Xu Nian laughed.
There was relief in his voice.
So he just drank by himself.
No more mention of writing poetry.
………………
The banquet is over.
Zeng Anmin did not take his father's carriage, but rode alone towards Shangshu's residence.
Mid-August.
The moon is round.
Zeng Anmin looked up at the moon inexplicably.
"Mid-Autumn Festival."
He murmured.
"It's a day for family reunion."
"But there's no such thing as the Mid-Autumn Festival in the Great Sage Dynasty."
He shook his head regretfully, reined in his horse, and walked slowly down the street.
"Da, da, da."
The banquet was over, and although it was not late at night, there were not many people walking on the street.
The route from the imperial city to home is not long.
The route from Shangshudi to the imperial city takes less than half an hour.
“Swish!!”
Just as Zeng Anmin turned a corner.
Then I saw an extremely light figure sitting on the back of a huge flying animal, flying forward.
"Huo'er, hurry up!!"
A familiar voice sounded.
Zeng Anmin was stunned for a moment.
He turned his head to look.
The huge flying animal looked like a bird.
But its extremely gorgeous fiery red feathers also sparkled in the darkness.
"Phoenix...Phoenix??"
Zeng Anmin was stunned.
"And the one sitting on the phoenix... Sai Chuxue??"
“Swish!!”
In the air, the fire phoenix carrying Sai Chuxue made a "cry" sound.
Zeng Anmin's expression froze when he heard this.
"Huh?"
As he passed in front of Zeng Anmin's horse, Sai Chuxue's voice came:
"Huo'er, stop for a moment."
“Swish!”
The little fire phoenix stopped steadily in front of Zeng Anbian.
"Miss Sai? This thing is..."
Zeng Anmin saw the fire phoenix flying in the air carrying Sai Chuxue.
He raised his neck, his eyes filled with envy.
"I have become a fifth-rank necromancer. This is my summoned companion. His name is Huo'er."
Sai Chuxue raised her chin, a hint of pride on her face.
(End of this chapter)
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