I became a mentor to the villains

Chapter 41 Shi Xian Can Still Write Lyrics?

When he said the word "guixin", Fan Tian deliberately spoke heavily, and quietly observed the expression of His Majesty the Emperor.

I saw that even Wang Mang was shocked, and couldn't help admiring.

"it is good!"

In his life, regardless of past and present lives, he has never heard such a poem full of mountains and rivers.

This kind of majestic, magnificent, and world-minded aura is especially in line with Wang Mang's current state of mind.

After coming to this world, Wang Mang didn't want to repeat the same mistakes and hoped to sit more securely on the throne with the admonition of the immortal master.

"The world returns to its heart" is exactly his greatest wish now!

All the ministers fell into silence just now, and they were already fascinated by what they heard.

His Majesty the Emperor yelled out the word "Good", which woke them up, and they all stood up and applauded.

"Your Majesty, this poem is called "Duan Ge Xing". It was improvised by Cao Min just now. It is [-]% original. Have you ever heard of it before?"

Fan Tian said respectfully, with an unconcealable complacency on his face.

"No, absolutely not!"

Wang Mang shook his head quickly, and praised: "This poem is refreshing, it is indeed the first time I have heard it. Impromptu poetry, and then made such a peerless work. Mr. Fan's poetic talent is really amazing. !"

After hearing His Majesty's praise, Fan Tian was elated, and drank a few more glasses of wine, making him even more radiant.

Cao Cao's "Duan Ge Xing" has been hidden in his heart for a long time, and he deliberately didn't publish it in the past, just to prepare for meeting the Holy Majesty today.

Fan Tian felt that such poems would definitely be loved and respected by the superiors.

As a great hero in history, Cao Cao's poems are full of the king's mind.

And the last sentence - "Duke Zhou vomits and feeds, and the world returns to its heart", expresses the common wish of all emperors in ancient and modern times.

Sure enough, Wang Mang, a hero of the same generation as Cao Cao, was extremely satisfied with this poem, and was still savoring it carefully with his eyes closed.

Seeing His Majesty's intoxicated appearance, Fan Tian had an idea, and thought that perhaps he could strike while the iron was hot and arouse the atmosphere of the scene even more enthusiastically.

Thinking of this, Fan Tian's eyes were burning, and he said:

"Your Majesty, during the period of time just now, inspiration burst out of my chest, and another clumsy composition emerged. However, this time it is a poem. Cao Min has never tried lyrics before, and is willing to challenge himself in front of His Majesty and all the adults! "

Wang Mang was still intoxicated in the song "Duan Ge Xing", he was slightly taken aback when he heard this, and said in surprise:

"I heard that Mr. Fan has always been famous for his poetic talent, so he can actually compose lyrics?"

"Your Majesty, the world only knows Caomin's poems, but to tell the truth, Caomin also has a little research on Ci."

Fan Tian's face is full of confidence, coupled with that handsome face, now he really has the energy of the protagonist of heaven and earth!

"Today, all the adults are gathered together, Caomin would like to compose a song "Broken Array" and present it to the generals who fought for our country in Daxin!"

Fan Tian spoke confidently.

"Oh, is this poem based on the battlefield? I am looking forward to it very much, please read it to Mr. Fan." Wang Mang also became interested.

The generals in the main hall were very excited, they didn't expect that little Fan Shixian could write lyrics, and it was specially written for these warriors.

This is really a great honor, even some old and rough generals who can't read big characters quieted down and listened quietly.

Fan Tian coughed pretendingly, then he shook his head and said impassionedly:

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

Eight hundred miles away, under his command, the fifty strings turned over the sound of the cock, and the battlefield was in the fall.

The horse made Lu Fei swift, bow like a thunderbolt.

Put an end to the affairs of the king and win the fame before and after his life, what a pity it happened! "

With the ups and downs of Xiao Fan Shixian's tone, everyone's emotions were mobilized.

Whether it is civil servants, military generals, or even His Majesty the emperor, the scene of rolling yellow sand, gold and iron horses, and fighting vertically and horizontally comes to mind.

Many old generals in particular have already turned gray at the temples. When they heard the last few sentences, they couldn't help but burst into tears when they recalled their life as a soldier.

"It's too bad, it's too bad!"

Zhuang Mohan stood up tremblingly, his white beard trembling with excitement.

"Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, in today's literary world, there is such a unparalleled talent as Mr. Fan! Little Fan Shixian's poetic talent is already at the peak, and today's first lyrics are no less than his own poems! How amazing is this! Literary talent?"

"It's a pity, it's a pity, the old man is very old, and he won't live long. It would be great if he was born a few decades later. Little Fan Shixian is still so young, how many masterpieces will he write in the future!"

Seeing the great Confucian Zhuang Mohan beat his chest and stamped his feet, and praised him, he almost burst into tears, which made Fan Tian himself turn red and feel a little embarrassed.

However, Fan Tian immediately regained his composure, and gladly accepted the adoring gazes of Manchu civil and military officials.

It's not that he has a thick skin. After all, as the protagonist of the world, he should attract attention wherever he goes, and it's normal to gain a large number of fans.

Even Wang Mang couldn't help sighing: "Mr. Fan is famous for his poems, but I didn't expect... to have such a talent in words. I'm really surprised!"

"It's just..." His Majesty the Emperor showed a regretful expression, and said: "Little Fan Shixian has countless famous poems, but this one is the only one, I still can't get enough of it!"

"Your Majesty, you don't have to worry."

Fan Tian showed joy, and confidently cupped his hands and said, "Since Your Majesty still wants to hear it, Cao Min specially composes a poem for His Majesty!"

As he said that, Fan Tian turned his gaze, glanced at it seemingly inadvertently, and caught a glimpse of a painting hanging on the corridor beside the main hall.

The content of this painting is a snow scene in winter, and it can be seen that it was done by a famous artist. I can see that the vast land is covered with snow, and there is an indescribable chill and desolation.

"What a beautiful snow scene!"

Fan Tian shook his head and sighed seemingly unintentionally.

Then, his expression became serious, and while pacing, he chanted in a deep voice:

"The scenery of the northern country is frozen for thousands of miles, and snow drifts for thousands of miles.

Looking at the inside and outside of the Great Wall, there is nothing but mangmang;

The mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi wax figure, wants to compare with Tiangong test.

On sunny days, look at the red dress, which is extremely enchanting.

There are so many splendid rivers and mountains, which has attracted countless heroes.

Pity Qin Huang Han Wu, slightly lost literary talent; Tang Zong Song Zu, slightly less coquettish.

Genghis Khan, a generation of Tianjiao, only knew how to bow and shoot big eagles.

All are gone, a few romantic figures, but also look at the present. "

……

After the word was read, the audience was silent, and a needle could be heard.

Manchurian civil and military, everyone's face has changed.

Even the sky and the earth seem to have changed color.

It is the autumn of the first year of the new calendar, and winter has not yet come, but it seems that there is snow falling on the earth, as if it is right in front of us!

"My God, my God!"

Zhuang Mohan stood up tremblingly, his expression even more excited than before, and said:

"Xiao Fan Shixian's poem is so unusual, it has the meaning of overwhelming the past and the present, swallowing mountains and rivers with anger!"

(End of this chapter)