I, above the court, angrily rebuked the faint king

He is a person who has passed the sixth level of trials, so he naturally understands.

Zhao Xin nodded, which meant that he still had one last poem to listen to.

If possible, he hopes to stay in the Xuanzheng Building and watch Zhengzhou compose poems.

This is a great pleasure.

The clue to the third poem finally emerges.

Zhengzhou looked at the word, frowned and thought for a long time.

"day."

The clue of the third poem is only this word.

It seems simple, but it is difficult.

The moon is originally feminine, and the ancients often recited it.

The sun dominates the sun, but few people write poems based on it.

What Zhengzhou could think of was only a few words.

The classics handed down from generation to generation are even rarer.

In the world of ancient poetry in the previous life, the day has always enjoyed the treatment that is completely opposite to the frequency of its use.

There is vulgar language, there is him in reciting aspirations, and he is also indispensable in bed affairs.

Perhaps it is because the frequency of use is too high, but it is not noticed by poetry madmen.

Seeing Zhengzhou pondering for so long, Zhao Xin said puzzledly: "It shouldn't be, Zhengzhou's literary talents are excellent, and the mere word '日' should not be difficult for him."

Yun Mo explained: "Your Majesty doesn't know something, because '日' is used too widely, and it is not easy to express; it is not easy to make a poem as a metaphor."

"In my opinion, this exam question is the most difficult."

Zhao Xin nodded knowingly, he didn't know much about poetry and songs.

"This is a bit embarrassing for Zhengzhou."

"If it passes, there will be a smooth road in the future."

Zhao Xin said.

Wang Wengong looked at the virtual image very seriously. He folded it here at the beginning. He wanted to see what kind of amazing poems Zhengzhou would write.

Finally, after waiting for a long time, Zhengzhou began to write.

"Dapeng rises with the same wind in one day and soars up to [-] miles."

"If the wind breaks down, it will still be able to shake but the water will be swept away."

After the poem is finished, Zhengzhou puts down the pen.

After thinking about it for a long time, all the poems containing "day" are a bit subtle, but this poem "Shang Li Yong" by the fairy Li Bai is still normal and wild, and it is quite suitable for this occasion.

The sixth level was broken immediately.

In the Xuanzheng Building, everyone's attention was still on this short poem.

"Thirty fame and dust, eight hundred miles of road, cloud and moon..."

"Nung, moon and new moon..."

"Dapeng rises with the same wind in one day and soars up to [-] miles!"

Yun Mo recited all the famous lines of all the poems made by Zhengzhou, and said with emotion: "The existence of Zhengzhou will make the poetry circle of the Song Dynasty advance for another 500 years!"

Chapter 21 Longevity Sect Elder?But that's all!

No one thinks that Yun Mo is talking nonsense, Zhengzhou's talent in poetry is visible to the naked eye, not to mention that there will be no one in the future, but it can definitely be unprecedented.

"Why did Mr. Zheng lie to us? Do you think Mr. Ling's talent for poetry is a piece of trash that hasn't even memorized the Four Books of Kaimeng?" Some ministers felt that they were deceived by Zheng Linyuan.

Zhao Xin also nodded in agreement.

indeed.

Uncle is usually too cautious in his actions, and it is really inappropriate to hide his clumsiness at this time.

Zheng Linyuan: "..."

He wasn't talking nonsense at all.

Kaimeng in Zhengzhou was taught by him himself.

At that time, he looked at the fat and white guy and sighed to himself: How can my son be so stupid?

For this reason, he made a special blood confession with Zhengzhou.

After the two drops of blood fused together, Zheng Linyuan accepted the good news that Zhengzhou was indeed his own flesh and blood with tears in his eyes.

But what happened to Zhengzhou today?

The two words are more subtle than the other.

Although the last poem is short, it is powerful.

The ambition is even higher and boundless.

"Don't ask me about this, it's all Wang Wengong's fault. He once said that my family is not good at reading, but better at having fun. He is the number one seed of pleasure in the world." Zheng Linyuan logically directed the disaster to Wang Wengong.

Wang Wengong was in a good mood, and laughed loudly: "There is no need to delve into this matter. If Zhengzhou is really in the sky and the bright moon is shining, it will always shine. Besides, after the assessment of Chuanru Pagoda is over, Zhengzhou will join the Imperial Academy. I'd make him write poems about it."

"For a poetry genius like him, he should leave a few more masterpieces handed down from generation to generation!"

It exploded, and the Xuanzheng Building was actually detonated.

"My only son is going to be an official in another place in a few days, so please ask Mr. Wang to help me ask for a farewell poem in front of Zhengzhou."

"Heh, why does Mr. Zheng need to come forward for such a trivial matter? My family has a newcomer, and I will leave this congratulatory poem to Mr. Wang."

"My mother is about to celebrate her [-]th birthday. If there is a birthday poem written by Mr. Zheng himself, she will surely live to be [-]."

"Why is Master Liu talking nonsense? Your mother passed away three years ago, and I even gave you gift money at that time."