Huangfu Xuan stopped and looked. On the high platform, wherever he looked, everyone stood up. The wind started blowing, and the flags were fluttering in the wind. At this moment, everyone was waiting.
Waiting for the emperor to read that poem.
In this atmosphere, Huang Fuxuan took the memorial and ignored the glances he cast. He smiled and shook his head, showing a look of sadness.
There were many stars under the night sky, and the full moon hanging high in the sky was very bright. However, the gap in the corner was so dazzling to Huangfu Xuan's eyes at this moment.
When it is full, it overflows.
What goes up must come down.
Doesn’t the gap in the full moon reflect the current wind direction?
this……
Seeing the Emperor like this, everyone gathered here had different thoughts. No one knew what the Emperor was thinking, but everyone knew that the Emperor must have been affected by that poem.
What kind of words can make the emperor behave like this!
Eyes focused on one place.
"Brother Chu, what exactly did you say?"
Feeling this, Su Shisan's scalp felt a little numb. He had never experienced such a scene before. He frowned and whispered to Chu Ling: "The emperor seems to be very affected, isn't he..."
"Brother Su, don't be anxious."
Chu Ling smiled slightly, not afraid of this scene at all, "Isn't the Emperor going to read it?"
Um?
Su Shisan frowned and looked around, and saw the emperor stopping in front of the Eight Treasures Hall, slowly raising the memorial. At this moment, many people were holding their breath and concentrating, for fear of missing any word.
To be able to touch the emperor so much, the poem composed by Chu Ling is probably not simple!
"Standing back from the dangerous building, sighing, how many people in the past and present have met? A ghost has set up a magical device, and I think it is a god. The sky is limited to the southern and northern borders. A river stretches across it, and there are hills on three sides, creating a fight for supremacy. What happened in the Six Dynasties?
It’s just a private plan!”
Huangfu Xuan's rich voice sounded. On the high platform closest to the imperial court, everyone gathered attentively to listen. However, when they heard the words "What happened in the Six Dynasties, it was just a private plan," many people's expressions changed slightly.
"Father~"
Huangfu Jingyu's expression was complicated, and her eyes were reddish. When she heard this sentence, she began to understand why her father behaved like that just now.
What a good saying: What happened in the Six Dynasties, it was just a private plan!
Huangfu Jingyu clenched her fists tightly, thinking of many things in her mind. Faces that disgusted her appeared in front of Huangfu Jingyu's eyes at this moment.
The temple is supposed to gather for the world, but the reality is very cruel!
"What happened in the Six Dynasties? It was just a private plan!!"
When Huangfu Jingyu was feeling emotional, Huangfu Xuan's sonorous voice sounded again, and his stern and sharp eyes swept across the people standing on the high platform in front of him. The faces with different expressions all entered Huangfu Xuan's eyes at this moment.
In eyes.
"Crazy, really crazy."
Li Qian's expression was slightly startled, and he muttered to himself, "Chu Ling is really crazy. How dare he write a poem like this? Isn't this a metaphor for the unresolved Northern Expedition?"
"Shut up!"
Huangfu Yunling frowned slightly, looked at Li Qian and scolded her in a low voice. This made Li Qian come back to his senses instantly and did not dare to look at his mother. However, Huangfu Yunling was in a complicated mood at the moment. She never expected the lyrics written by Chu Ling.
, How dare you make such an explicit metaphor, but Huangfu Yunling knows one thing better. On this night, no matter whether Chu Ling can win the final election, he has already entered the emperor's sight, so some things will become complicated...
"Haha... life is so scary!"
Shangguan Hong clapped his hands and laughed, which made many people look at him, "What happened in the Six Dynasties? It was just a private plan, Your Majesty! I congratulate Your Majesty on getting such a talented person!"
After saying this, Shangguan Hong bent down, picked up the wine glass, and bowed to Huangfu Xuan. After hearing this, Shangguan Hong knew why the emperor was acting like that just now.
As one of the contemporary Qin Zhu Kingdoms and one of the Nine Pillar Kingdoms of the Feng Dynasty, Shangguan Hong knew many secrets and even knew the emperor's heart. However, some things could not be solved just by thinking.
Is this just a metaphor for the pending Northern Expedition?
no!
There are too many things that cannot be talked about.
Such as party struggle.
For example, seizing the direct descendant.
It seems that Feng Dynasty's national power is strong, and the territory it governs is vast. On the surface, there is peace and prosperity, but there are countless whirlpools hidden in the dark. One temple involves the selfish interests of many people. Huangfu Xuan needs to face all these alone.
He is the emperor of the Feng Dynasty and the common master of the world, so he is destined to be a loner!
"Old minister, congratulations to Your Majesty!"
"I congratulate Your Majesty!"
"Congratulations..."
Following Shangguan Hong's statement, some people who were loyal to Feng Chao and Sheji all picked up their wine glasses and bowed to Feng Emperor Huangfu Xuan.
There are some things they cannot say, and their location is destined to restrict them.
However, the lyrics written by Chu Ling revealed the current national conditions of the Feng Dynasty, and Shangguan Hong took the lead in expressing his stance, which also made them make some determination.
It seems that Feng Chao's temple is more complicated than imagined.
Seeing this scene, Chu Ling raised the corners of his mouth slightly. Just by going to the palace, so many people expressed their opinions. It seemed that the situation had been muddied. Those who wanted to plot against him had to think carefully.
Chu Ling could feel the glances directed at him, many of them with strange expressions, but this was not something he had to worry about.
In the final selection of the Wangyou Lake Poetry Competition, he wants to win the top spot!
In this vast world, it is difficult to think that everything is not related to cause and effect. Chu Ling wanted to follow his heart, but there were too many people who wanted to plot against him.
Chu Ling doesn't want to follow the crowd!
Chu Ling doesn't want to be manipulated by others!
Um.
Maybe this idea is ridiculous, but this is Chu Ling. If he can't even control his life and destiny in his own hands, then wouldn't it become a ridiculous delusion to be carefree and free?
You are powerful and powerful, and your status is respected, but can you be higher than the emperor?
cannot!
The corners of Chu Ling's mouth were slightly raised, and her deep eyes were looking at one place. Dugu Sheng, who was a little embarrassed, Huangfu Yunling, who was looking solemn, and some other people were all caught in Chu Ling's eyes at this moment.
Since you want to play, then go ahead and play.
"Because the king of laughter thanks everyone, he climbs high and embraces the distance, and also imitates the tears of heroes. He can't control the Yangtze River, and the rivers and rivers are smelly and smelly. It's time to drive for a long time, there is no need to look back, and seek the oath in the middle. If a child breaks the thief, he will become a Ningwen.
Strong match!"
Under such circumstances, Huangfu Xuan, with a moved expression, continued to recite the words written by Chu Ling. As he read out the next sentence, the place became boiling.
"Ha ha!!"
Hearty laughter echoed from the many high platforms set up in the Babao Mingtang. This special scene shocked many people.
Too rare.
It's so rare.
Those who laughed openly include nobles, civil servants, scholars, celebrities, and talents. Although they have different identities, they are affected by Chu Ling's words and think of all kinds of things, and then they vent their suppressed emotions for a long time.
heart.
"Little friend, I want to give you a toast!"
Jiang Zhongzi, who was emotionally excited, walked quickly towards Chu Ling in the face of the strange looks he cast, followed by more than a dozen great scholars, "Your poem is so good. If you can hear this poem, I will die."