After five years of teaching support, Daming became an empire on which the sun never sets.

Chapter 465 The Sky of History 8
The crowd was dumbfounded.

In an instant, everyone shut up.

Including the one who wanted to ridicule him just now, also swallowed the following words back into his stomach.

In history, King You of Zhou Zhou loved Bao Si a lot, but he never smiled at anyone. In the end, King Zhou You won the beauty's smile by playing with the princes, and King Zhou You lost his country because of this.

In the eyes of the crowd, Catherine, a beautiful overseas girl, is just like Bao Si.

No one can impress her.

But now, Qin Yu, this inconspicuous 'villager', actually made Catherine turn around with a look in her eyes.

As if King Zhou You had grasped the key to "Princes of Fenghuo Opera", he made the beauty react.

Catherine turned her head, and when she saw Qin Yu, the original strange look in her eyes gradually dimmed.

Just now she was calm.In a foreign country, she is not used to life, she is not interested in anything, and feels that she is out of place in this world.

However, when she heard that the person talking to her was actually a Chinese man, her eyes lost their luster again.

"Even ashamed!"

"I'm afraid that even the Huitong Hall who is proficient in all languages ​​can't find anyone who can speak British? After all, the Ming Dynasty has too little time to communicate with Britain."

They are like hordes of ghosts avoiding wizards:

"Hundreds of times!"

Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,

Blow a prophecy like a trumpet!
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
After reading it, Qin Yu himself wanted to laugh. He had read a lot of novels that copied poems before, and I copied them to a foreign country.If I hadn't traveled to the Ming Dynasty...then this British oiran must have heard this poem.

Fallen from the intertwined branches of sky and sea:

"I was taken to China by the pirates of Ming Dynasty, and I was exiled in a foreign country. I thought I had entered hell."

There they lie, dark and cold and low,
Each one buried like a corpse in a tomb,
……

Everyone in the cabin listened blankly, as if listening to a book from heaven.

Of course, Catherine was the only one who was heartbroken, and no one else could understand.

The translated meaning is, my name is Kathy Del, not Kathy, Kathy is just my nickname.

The onlookers, seeing Catherine's surprise, seeing her smiling at Qin Yu, and seeing the two of them having a happy conversation, couldn't help feeling a strong jealousy at this moment.

I was sitting on the prairie playing the bagpipes when I suddenly heard the call of my companion.

Suddenly hearing an authentic London accent, she seemed to have returned to the Scotland where she lived before.

"But I didn't expect that not only did I see a country ten times more prosperous than Britain, but I also met such a great singer. Great God, did you specially guide me to the Ming Dynasty?"

After a long time, Catherine stood up, turned to face the bustard, pointed to Qin Yu in her extremely jerky Chinese language, and said, "Tonight, I can only accompany him."

"Yeah, yeah." Qin Yu nodded,

"If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?"

???

"What a strange thing, a 'village' who seldom even comes out of the county town, dressed in such 'ragged' clothes, actually understands British?" More people were surprised and puzzled.

When you came invisible, the leaves fled,

"It's a pleasure meeting you!" Qin Yu continued, "Since everyone has written poems for you, I'll write one for you too."

It was heart-wrenching to hear.

"The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,"

Pestilence-stricken multiples: O thou
Who chariltest to their dark wintry bed
The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,

"The English poems written by talented scholars in the Ming Dynasty are even better than those written by our local people!"

After all, Shelley's poems are too popular.

However, he still said to him seriously: "My name is Cassandra, no, Cassie, it's my nickname."

It's like being slapped in the face in public!

"The Ming Dynasty is indeed the center of world civilization!"

In the previous conversation between the two, the crowd did not understand a single sentence.

"I want to write poems for you, but of course I won't be like them. I will write Chinese poems for you. I want to write British poems." Qin Yu continued to speak in English.

"And he speaks so fluently, as if he has learned it for more than ten years!"

Finally, Qin Yu finished reading the last two lines of "Ode to the West Wind".

A great crowd that died of the plague.Ah You,

Black, crimson, lead gray, and sallow

"Your Huaxia is indeed a treasure of heaven and earth, with outstanding people."

Those people who mocked Qin Yu just now felt their faces burning.

"Such a beautiful poem, I am afraid that all the British troubadours combined cannot be written by him." Catherine thought in her heart, looking at Qin Yu's eyes more and more tenderly, more and more respectful.

"The poets of Britain, they should blush!"

From the misty horizon to the roof of the sky,

"Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion,"

"Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shedd,"

……

Sending flying seeds to their winter beds,

Then read:

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,

They are gods that send rain and lightning.

On the other hand, Catherine, the British oiran, was fascinated by what she heard.

Flying the braids of the coming storm,
After Qin Yu finished the first stanza of "Ode to the West Wind", he continued to write the second stanza.

"I don't understand your Huaxia's poems." Catherine said sadly.

It seems that I have been immersed in the wonderful world recalled by his poems in seconds.

It's tens of thousands

"If winter comes, will spring be far behind?" She murmured non-stop. In the last two lines of the poem, her body kept trembling, as if she couldn't help herself.

You torrent in the turbulent space,
Above that floated clouds like fallen leaves,

However, Catherine was immersed in the poem he just 'written', unable to extricate herself, and her emotions were surging.

The crowd was dumbfounded.

……

……

But she said this sentence in Chinese, and everyone in the crowd understood it.

Each like a corpse within its grave, until
……

Seeing that the two were talking in English fluently, the crowd was dumbfounded again.

It's just that people don't know it, and it's not too new.

The crowd chattered and whispered.

However, the more excited she was, the darker Qin Yu's expression became.

"Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,"

“angels of rain and lightning: there are spread”

You are the breath of autumn, O unrestrained west wind;

The feeling of dislocation as if she had been in another world suddenly made her infinitely pleasantly surprised.

Qin Yu's clothes and shoes are not tattered, they are Armani, King Adi,

The azure surface of your turbulent waves,

"This person actually understands British?"

Even admiration.

"You can write British poems?" Catherine's eyes suddenly showed surprise, and she continued to talk to him in English, "I didn't expect you to speak British so well, and you can also compose poems!"

"He really snatched the oiran!" The crowd couldn't believe their ears.

Didn't you say yes, I'll help you choose someone?And the bustard was even more confused, not knowing what to do.The current situation is that Catherine, the oiran, tore up their previous agreement,

He appointed the candidate himself.

　Nima, English is not counted! ! ! !
　　More than 800 characters were written in vain.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)