Signing in to Datang: Rebellion at the beginning

Chapter 156 The Final Blow

As the emperor of the Dragon Kingdom, Li Ke has always shown his literary talents and military strength are very strong.

Not to mention governing the country.

In less than a year, this land of Central Plains has completely changed its face.

So with such a talent, some of his actions can often touch everyone's heart.

Just like this moment!
He said that he would also compose a poem, so all eyes were attracted.

To know.

Before that, although Li Ke's works were very few, but only when he recited poetry for the first time, it directly aroused the impression of the world, his writing is absolutely terrible.

At least for now, no one in the younger generation can match him.

Those people from aristocratic families are all staring at Li Ke at this moment.

They also want to know what kind of poems this emperor, who is said to be proficient in Chinese, can write.

Li Ke cleared his throat slightly, then stood up immediately:
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is it..."

That's right, it is the head of the water melody song written by the later poet Su Shi.

This classic poem, no matter in any dynasty, can definitely show his profound literary talent and meaning.

Today's Li Ke applies it to this kind of occasion, which can be regarded as appropriate.

After all, it's also Mid-Autumn Festival night.

Following his poems, read them sentence by sentence.

Everyone listened to the beautiful words, looked at the moon in the sky, and drank the wine in their hands.

Inadvertently, he entered an inexplicable artistic conception.

That kind of artistic conception is exactly the kind of feeling expressed by this word.

It has to be said that this poem is really of a very high level.

So that when Li Ke was halfway through reading, a white light appeared on his body again.

White light emanated from his body, as if Li Ke himself had transformed into the silver moon hanging high in the sky.

Countless people around are watching, looking at Li Ke, as if looking at the moon in the poem.

He was still reciting poems, and the white light on his body became more and more intense. It was not at all comparable to the traces of elegance exuded by those family elders when reciting poems.

Really, the difference between Haoyue and Yinghuo.

After a poem was finished, Li Ke's literary spirit lingered for a long time.

And everyone on the scene was immersed in the wonderful artistic conception, unable to extricate themselves.

After a long time, they all came back to their senses.

At this moment, Li Ke was already sitting on the dragon chair, looking at the crowd with a smile on his face, and immediately said to the old men with five surnames and seven looks:
"Everyone, how about my poem?"

The elders with five surnames and seven wangs looked at each other, all showing expressions of shame.

Not even ashamed to say anything.

After all, the gap is really too big.

Even after this poem fell, the white light on Li Ke's body not only did not disperse, but also expanded rapidly.

At this time, a knowledgeable old man said excitedly:
"The literary spirit lasts for a long time, this... this is the vision of the fourth-class scribes. Your Majesty, he actually entered the fourth-class scribes with this poem? You know, this fourth-class scribes, I am afraid that there is no such thing as a fourth-class scribe in hundreds of years. It has appeared..."

Hearing the old man's reminder, everyone realized that, as expected, Li Ke's literary spirit not only persisted, but also expanded rapidly.

Obviously, such a vision is no longer something that fifth-class scribes can show.

Li Ke also realized that the white light around him couldn't restrain himself.

At the moment, they had no choice but to let these literary spirits spread around.

This time, the old men with five surnames and seven Wangs were also convinced.

In terms of rank, they are already higher than myself and others, so how can they compare with others?
What's more, Li Ke is still so young.

The poems written by a dozen or so old men in their 70s and 20s are not as good as that of a young man under [-] years old.

What face do they have to boast about there?What about the cultural heritage of the aristocratic family?

Could it be that the combined cultural background of the aristocratic family is no better than a boy who is less than 20 years old?
So far, the aristocratic families have no prestige in the eyes of all the people.

There is no awe in the slightest.

These elders from aristocratic families also know that today is considered face incontinence.

Not only didn't he get back the scene at all, but he was ashamed again and again.

This is already a disaster for the aristocratic family!
After today, they understand that it may be difficult for them to gain any reputation in the literary world in the future.

This is definitely a devastating blow to the aristocratic family that has grown stronger by relying on cultural heritage.

Ever since, they lost the mind to continue to participate in the Mid-Autumn festival.They all got up and bid farewell to Li Ke on the grounds of feeling unwell.

And Li Ke didn't care at all, waved his hand casually, and let them go as if he disdained them.

The feeling Li Ke expressed was as if he had high expectations for these aristocratic families, but was disappointed.

This subtle performance makes the common people feel empathy.

After the aristocratic family left, they met in an inn, and continued to think about whether they had any countermeasures against the current situation.

After thinking about it, there is no way to turn over.

(End of this chapter)