The tyrant empress is my wife, I am invincible and have been hiding

When Sima Zhu heard the poem written by Sima Jieyuan, he was pleased. He stood up and applauded, saying, "You are worthy of being the most talented scholar in our Great Jin Dynasty. This poem is closely related to the theme of homesickness, and makes people feel the helplessness and sadness in it. It is a rare masterpiece."

"People say that the place where the sun sets is the end of the world, but when I look to the end of the world I can't see the shadow of my home. I already resent the many obstructions of the green mountains, and the green mountains are covered by layers of evening clouds, which shows how many obstacles there are! It fully demonstrates my strong longing for my hometown, which is really amazing!" Ran Maoshan saw that Mi Heng was frustrated, and now seeing Sima Jieyuan stand up to write a poem, and the poem he wrote was very good, he also followed suit with admiration on his face.

Sima Jieyuan had a proud look on his face. He glanced at the crowd, smiled, waved his fan, and said, "I am just throwing out some ideas. Now, please perform!"

Wang Huanzhi stood up and saw that no one was writing a poem, so he immediately said: "The river is three thousand miles long, and the letter from home is fifteen lines long. There is nothing else to say in each line, just to say that you should return home soon."

"not bad!"

After hearing Wang Huanzhi's response, many people also followed suit and wrote poems about homesickness. It sounds straightforward and easy to understand, but every word is deeply rooted in people's hearts. It is also a rare good poem.

But compared with Sima Jieyuan's poem just now, it lacks some charm, seems too simple, and the words are not gorgeous enough, so it is slightly worse.

Everyone knew that Sima Jieyuan's poem was very good. If they were to write poems now, they had to surpass Sima Jieyuan, otherwise they would appear inferior.

Therefore, although many people wanted to come up with poems in their hearts, they did not dare to recite them rashly. They were all waiting for other people to stand up like Wang Huanzhi.

Sima Zhu frowned slightly, took a sip of tea, cleared his throat, and said, "I'll also write a poem, please enjoy it!"

"Withered vines, old trees, and crows; a small bridge, flowing water, and a house; an ancient road, a west wind, and a thin horse. The sun sets in the west, and a heartbroken person is far away." Sima Zhu shook his head with a sad look on his face. He could not help but look at the sunset in the distance. The sky was full of red clouds, but they were in the Song Dynasty and could not help missing the Jin Dynasty.

"Sima Zhu is worthy of being a Grand Secretary of the Imperial Academy of the Great Jin Dynasty. With just a few words, he has described the winter scene, which makes people feel sad."

Su Peng nodded slightly, but if the three poems were compared, Sima Jieyuan's poem was still the one with the most charm and the strongest taste of homesickness.

Sima Zhu raised his head and looked at Su Chen, clasping his hands together and saying, "I've heard that the head of the Su family is very talented in writing and wrote a lot when he was young. I think today's scene will allow us to broaden our horizons!"

"Master Su hasn't produced any good works for a long time. I wonder if he can still compose poetry?" Many people were whispering that Su Chen had not produced any poems for a long time.

As the patriarch of the Su family in Nanjun and the host of this literary event, Su Chen knew very well that it would be embarrassing if he did not compose a poem today.

Their Su family has been established in Nanjun for many years, and many scholars take them as an example. As the head of the family, he naturally has to maintain the reputation of the Su family.

He walked forward a few steps, clasped his fists slightly, and smiled: "I haven't written a poem for many years. Today I will take this opportunity to show you my ugliness!"

"Speaking of homesickness, Su entered Jinling College of the Song Dynasty at the age of twelve to study. He never knew what hometown was, nor did he know what homesickness felt like."

"Until Su was seventeen years old, I climbed the mountain with the current Lord of Dongyang, Ma Dongyang, and looked into the distance. The scene at that time is still vivid in my mind."

"The sharp mountains by the sea are like sword edges, which cut my heart everywhere in autumn. If I could transform into billions of bodies, I would scatter them on the top of the mountains and look at my hometown." Su Chen's hearty voice sounded, and his whole body was filled with a majestic aura. The aura of a grandmaster broke out faintly, and the people around him felt that breath, as if they really felt thousands of sword edges scattered between heaven and earth.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

"Good poem! Good poem! Really good poem!"

Everyone felt Su Chen's presence and couldn't help but praise him.

Sima Zhu, Ran Maoshan, Cen Shenzi and others all frowned slightly. The Song Dynasty was facing internal and external troubles, but it had a hero like Su Chen. It was really enviable.

"This poem by Master Su is magnificent and vivid, and it also describes homesickness vividly. It feels like it is on par with Sima Jieyuan's poem just now, each with its own style."

Cen Shenzi pondered for a moment and spoke directly that he came to Nanjun today to participate in the literary event just to join in the fun and see something exciting. When he saw Sima Jieyuan and Su Chen both wrote such wonderful poems, he couldn't help but sigh.

"I'll sing one too!"

“I can think of one too!”

"It's my turn!"

……

Following the lead of the first few people, many scholars followed suit, and poems with the theme of homesickness emerged one after another.

The atmosphere of the entire literary event was also elevated to its peak.

Sima Jieyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and he spoke directly: "We are all guests from afar, and we have all written poems on the theme of homesickness. In my opinion, is it the turn of today's protagonist, Zhenguo Jun, next?"

"Yes! Please write a poem for me, Lord Zhenguo!"

"I've long heard that the Lord of the State has great ability in poetry and song, I wonder if today will broaden my horizons."

"You know what, I like the poem "Liangzhou Ci" by Zhenguojun the most. It fully depicts the state of mind of us soldiers who defend our country."

"I believe that Lord Zhenguo will be able to produce a masterpiece that will completely surpass that so-called Great Jin's No. 1 Talent."

Many scholars raised their heads and looked towards where Ye Feng was, discussing constantly. Many scholars who admired Ye Feng very much hoped to see the masterpieces that Ye Feng would produce.

"Jun Zhenguo is very talented, so please compose a poem for him!" Su Yuanlin's old face showed expectation, although he knew that Sima Jieyuan wanted to deliberately humiliate Ye Feng.

However, he had read several of Ye Feng's poems, which were so classic that he was really looking forward to Ye Feng presenting an excellent work at today's literary event.

Ye Feng frowned slightly. He could naturally see that the eyes of many scholars looking at him were full of expectation, waiting for him to speak.

Seeing those sincere eyes, he stood up, walked to the center of the platform, hesitated for a moment, and said: "It is difficult to refuse your kindness, so I will respectfully obey your orders."

"For this poem of mine, I will directly use the name of the tune as the title of the poem, and it will be called "Shui Tiao Ge Tou!" Ye Feng spoke in a powerful voice. He raised his head slightly and looked towards the distant sky.

Unconsciously, he had traveled to Jiuzhou for eighteen years, which was neither long nor short. After coming to Jiuzhou, the most and biggest thing he did was to spare no effort to teach Lin Xiaoxiang "The Emperor's Mindset" and to help Lin Xiaoxiang ascend to the throne and become the emperor of the Great Wei Dynasty.

Sometimes when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, he would inevitably recall the scenes of those tall buildings in his mind. It was a pity that he didn't know how to go back.

After thinking about it, I decided to just make the best of it!

"When is the moon? Ask Qingtian for the wine!"

As Ye Feng read out the first sentence, everyone's heart was shocked.

And, above the sky of Nanjun, bursts of light spread out, and colorful clouds appeared. No one had expected that Ye Feng's first sentence would bring about such strange phenomena in heaven and earth, and the literary energy surged. It was truly incredible.