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Zhang Feng thought about it, then looked at the eager prince, and couldn't help but close the curtain and think for a while, recalling the teacher in his memory, the poems in his memory, but thought that a word might be suitable for the general.

This poet is equally patriotic, equally heroic, and equally famous all over the world!

Zhang Feng recalled, and looked at Eunuch Sun next to the Holy Majesty, "Take the pen and ink. I want to write poems for the teacher."

'Poetry..' Everyone was taken aback, thinking that the prince was going to write an inscription for Daqi, but they didn't expect that the prince was going to write a poem!

For a while, they looked at each other, and they had already made up their minds. No matter what the prince wrote later, they should clap their hands and applaud.

But there are also many ministers who stared at the Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites who is now laughing dryly, and blamed him for talking too much, fearing that the prince's writing is not good and he will become the laughing stock of the world.

Most of the people who blamed the Minister of Rites were from the Ministry of War, and they were also the old subordinates of the general.

Among them are the Ministry of Officials, which is in charge of the appointment and removal of official positions, and the Ministry of Punishment, which is responsible for criminal law.

They are also dissatisfied with the Minister of Rites now.

"Yes..." Eunuch Sun didn't want the prince to make a fool of himself at first, but when he saw His Majesty nodding slightly, he agreed and took the two of them outside the hall to prepare.

The Holy Majesty scanned the court majestically and looked at the historian next to him.

The meaning in the eyes is that this period of "the prince writes poems" is not recorded.

The historian understands it, and also knows that another meaning of the Holy Majesty is, "Your Majesty has written well", so he should put a lot of ink on it, publicize it, and let the world know!

'If the prince's writing is not good', no one in the future will know about the embarrassment of the prince.

After a while, the brush and ink and the table case were brought and placed in the center of the court hall.

All the ministers also held their own thoughts and looked around, wondering what kind of poems the prince would write.

Zhang Feng sat beside the table, and under the gaze of all the ministers, he took the Langhao brush handed over and picked it up like a sharp edge. The first sentence he wrote made everyone hold their breath,

"Looking at the sword with the light on while drunk, dreaming back to the company of blowing horns..."

Zhang Feng wrote, between the lines, mixed with sharp and heroic sword intent, like a general returning to his hometown.

"Babailifen's subordinates..." All the ministers, including the sage and the prince, also stared blankly, making them approach the table unconsciously, looking at the written poems and reciting silently.

Until the word fell, a poem that belonged to history and passed down through the ages appeared in this world.

All the ministers looked at the ink-scented writing, the poem came to an end, and the whole court was quiet.

Chapter 3 Wang Banxian (Two in One)

"good words"

I don't know how long it took, after the minister of the Ministry of Rites murmured, the officials gradually woke up, but they all lamented that this is a masterpiece of the world!

Even the Holy Majesty, who had come to his senses earlier, looked at the historian, and the first thing he did was to ask the historian to write down the poem written by his junior brother.

It also clearly records everything in the court hall, including the shock in the hall and the absent-minded appearance of the officials, all of which must be recorded truthfully.

The historian comprehended, recorded truthfully, focused on pen and ink, and wrote a thick ink of the words that Prince Zhang recited in the court hall.

At the same time, Zhang Feng was not surprised when he saw that everyone was so surprised, and he kept looking at the poems and keeping silent behind his back.

You must know that this poem comes from Xin Qiji's "Po Zhen Zi"

Naturally, there is no need to mention the poetic charm of this great poet.

Zhang Feng took out this gentleman's poems, and also expected that the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty would fall into a huge shock.

Because for this world without the charm of poetry, one can imagine the concept of suddenly taking out a poem that has been handed down through the ages in the previous life.

Just like the 5000-year cultivation culture in this world, if Blue Star suddenly appeared before the game was involved, it must be a huge sensation.

Don't say that this world still respects etiquette and respects scholars.

Otherwise, some great Confucians who have no strength will not be respected by some ascended monks.

After all, the emperors of all dynasties know that culture is the foundation of their foothold, and it is also the standard for distinguishing beasts from humans.

By doing this by myself, it can be regarded as improving my reputation a little bit.

At least now I can see some great Confucians in my memory again, and spread them along with the poems to let the world know.

They will not look at their teacher's face and be more polite to themselves, but may admire themselves from the bottom of their hearts because of this poem.

It was because Zhang Feng believed that if Mr. Xin Qiji appeared in this world, it would be 100% famous.

But on the contrary, once the poem I copied is circulated, when the players arrive, they will definitely hear this poem.

But you will never find yourself a 'traveler' or a 'player'.

After all, this poem is unique to Blue Star.

In other words, there are even other parallel universes, and some even point out that they are not from this world.

Then what greets him is not the applause of all beings, nor his imprisonment, nor his discovery of himself, but his own discovery of him.

You must know that your imprint and prestige in this world cannot be shaken by a foreign player.

It's like in Blue Star? Suddenly, a person from a black family ran into the street and said that a member of the court was an alien.

It is estimated that this will be sent to a mental hospital.

But if it was in ancient times? Put it here? Slander the current prince, this is the crime of beheading.

But there may also be people who believe they are aliens.

Now? Look at the civil and military appearance of the Manchu Dynasty.

Zhang Feng felt that if someone said that he was an alien? Then they would most likely respond with the same feeling? 'Prince Zhang is a Wenqu star from beyond the sky! '

Zhang Feng has always been very cautious, and it can be regarded as reciting a poem to see if he can attract some players.

It's just that after the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty silently recited the prince's poems, they didn't think much about it. Instead, based on this word? And the prince's deeds, he felt that the prince was both civil and military!

It is also in their memory that Zhang Feng has practiced martial arts with the general since he was a child.

And in just 30 to [-] years, he has stepped into the realm of transforming gods from no foundation!

This god of transformation? It is still a god of transformation that does not rely on incense cultivation.

So for this world that relies on incense to practice, it is really commendable.

So that the early morning ended.

Zhang Feng went back to the General's Mansion three miles away from the Imperial Palace.

The news of his return to the imperial capital came? The poems spread.

For a time, there was an endless stream of visiting ministers from outside the government!

Even if they didn't take a carriage, the one-mile street outside the General's Mansion was still full.

The servants were holding presents, and the master stood in line.

It's not like yesterday that the news of Zhang Feng's return to the court hasn't spread? Not many people know about it? There is still a row of guards standing in the street outside the general's mansion? It's chilling and quiet.

But right now, at ten o'clock in the morning.

Zhang Feng was busy.

It can be said that the servants are constantly boiling water and setting chairs.

The guards on duty outside the door helped carry the boxes into the mansion, registered their names, and moved them to the warehouse under the command of the old housekeeper.

Zhang Feng was also in the hall, and after seeing a group of people, he didn't even have a chance to eat.

No way, they boasted about their strength from beginning to end, then they praised their literary talent, and at the end they even said that their teacher Gao Yiwushuang.

How can I spoil the atmosphere and talk about eating?

Just like that, the ministers lined up outside the door were divided into ranks, the senior officials were waiting in front, and the subordinates were carrying gifts, waiting for the old housekeeper to announce their summons at any time.

Looks like I won't be able to eat tonight.

In the back, the people who lined up to the end of the street, those with high cultivation, were still standing.

You can't eat by yourself, wait over there, right?

But the people at the back, those with low cultivation and hungry, have already started wandering around the nearby streets, or looking for a place to have a cup of tea, eat some food, pad their stomachs, and take a short rest.

There are really too many people in front, they estimated that the prince will meet someone in 5 minutes, meet someone he knows well, and chat for another 10 minutes.

This is also a difference in status and official position.

Seeing you together is disrespectful to everyone.

Deep down, when there are many people, they think there are outsiders around, and they want to say something, but they are too embarrassed to say it.

But for former veteran generals.

Zhang Feng was summoned together, and most of them came together, and there was nothing to communicate privately.

Including that they also wanted to see the gift together earlier so that the gift givers could line up later.

But there are also some subordinates of the old general who have duties now and are not in the imperial capital, or are on duty in the imperial capital, so they did not come to see them.

Otherwise, this one-mile street really won't fit.

Even so, people come and go.

Until eight o'clock in the evening, there were still officials still queuing outside.

But it was just after nine o'clock, which seemed to be the critical time for visiting relatives and friends in daily life.

They felt that it was not good to bother the prince too late, so they walked to the gate of the mansion one after another, handed the gifts to the old housekeeper, left their names, and said 'Come visit me some other day' to prove that they have been here.

Not surprisingly, they will come over after collecting some gifts in the past few days.

After all, it is obvious that it is more important to really meet each other or leave only the name.

But as the night passed.

Wait until the next morning.

Zhang Feng wanted to find shopkeeper Wang, so he called the old housekeeper, and they came out of the mansion together, and did not go to the morning court.

To avoid turning around early and coming back late, or at the gate of the palace, some close subordinates of the teacher come over, block the gate of the palace, and then stand in front of the gate of your own mansion, with letters on both sides.

These are all subordinates of my teacher, so it's not bad.

It's better to go out early and let the guard leave a sentence of 'the prince has something to go out'.

That's what Zhang Feng thought, including planning to act like this in the next few days.

Just because there are three more days, the player will arrive.

But I haven't met all the people I want to meet in the imperial capital, so I will lose a lot of arrangements by then.

Also thinking about it.

Accompanied by the housekeeper, Zhang Feng arrived at the west city gate in a sedan chair led by Huashen monsters.

According to the old housekeeper, the main store of shopkeeper Wang is here.

But exactly where, and which shop shopkeeper Wang is in today, we have to ask today's Xicheng City Defense.

The area in charge of the city defense must always pay attention to the movements of this ascended monk.

This is also under the suppression of national fortune and etiquette, and monks cannot use their spiritual consciousness, so they use the simplest method to monitor them personally.

On the contrary, after shielding the consciousness, professional investigators carry some kind of "sacred god" treasure to monitor. The effect of this monitoring is really good, and it can avoid the "whim" of the monks.

This is all unspoken.

Brother Flying Ascension also knew, but Da Qi's surveillance was only concerned with their movements and would not interfere with their private affairs, so it didn't matter.

Anyway, even if Da Qi does not supervise, there are countless pairs of enemies or other countries staring at them.

Also wait to come to the street at the city gate.

The old butler stopped several patrolling soldiers who were passing by, and asked them to report to the city defense, saying, 'The prince is here'.

Followed by several soldiers hurried to report.

Not long after, Zhang Feng saw a big man in heavy armor approaching in front of him.

His cultivation base is in the middle of the tribulation, and ten personal guards of the peak of the gods are behind him.

"The last general has seen the major general!"

It's just that when this big man came to Zhang Feng, he didn't call Zhang Feng the prince like all the officials in the court, but knelt down on one knee, clasped his fists and called "Major General".