Super Sneering System

"When is the Spring and Autumn moon? How much do you know about the past?"

Wang Xiaojian smiled and recited the poem.

With the previous experience of slapping their faces, this time, after hearing Wang Xiaojian's poem, no one jeered anymore.

And this sentence, which opened with such breathtaking brilliance, was in no way inferior to "When did the bright moon appear, and when did the wine go to the blue sky". It caused the eyes of many people who had some expectations for Wang Xiaojian, to light up.

The third poem was about love.

Many people felt that this would be a beautiful lyric poem.

At that moment, they looked at Wang Xiaojian who was dressed in white, their eyes were filled with anticipation.

But the next sentence, Wang Xiaojian changed the topic and caused many people's bodies to tremble.

"Last night, the east wind blew again, making it difficult for me to return to my homeland."

Wang Xiaojian stood at the center of the hall. On his face, there was no longer a light smile, but a deep sadness.

His sadness moved many people. After muttering to himself, he couldn't help but think of his homeland, the Tianxia Country.

He thought of the fact that they were all the people of Tian Xia, their homeland that had perished.

They were still there, but not in their native country.

"The jade ornaments should still be there, but I've changed my mind."

Wang Xiaojian faintly sighed, and his voice sounded once again.

At the same time, an even more sorrowful and sorrowful mood spread out from the poem.

In the great hall, Wang Xiaojian walked forward. Everyone looked at him and their hearts became unusually heavy.

"Asking how much you are worried about me is like asking a river of spring water to Dongliu."

Wang Xiaojian's voice was sorrowful and carefree.

As the word "flow" was read out, a continuous stream of worries spread out at this moment.

This poem was written by Wang Xiaojian from the world he came to, and was written by the late emperor Li Yu. It was called 'Beauty Yu'.

This was the poem written by the Emperor Li Yu after his country had fallen and became a prisoner.

In the poem was an expression of his endless sorrow and regret as the sovereign.

The meaning of this poem was —

"When will this year come to an end? We know how many things have happened in the past! Last night, spring wind blew over the small building. How could he bear the pain of reminiscing about his homeland on this night with the bright moon in the sky?

The meticulously carved railings and steps made of jade and stone should still be there, but the people he missed, as well as the beauty of the palace, were no longer there. If you ask me how much sadness there is in my heart, it will be like Dongliu's endless surging spring water. "

It was a patriotic poem.

It was about Li Yu's worries after his homeland was destroyed, but its current Xia Country was just as appropriate.

Back then, Norda's Tianxia Country had crumbled in just a few short months.

Large areas of beautiful rivers and mountains have become irreparable "homelands".

Important cities and lands, including the capital, were divided up through Shang Country and Zhou Country after the rebellion of the dukes.

As for the remaining bloodlines of the winners, they could only bring the handicapped veterans and weak generals to this small southern area and hide. Become a small country.

How miserable this was.

It could be said that the sorrow of losing one's homeland was the same.

The two of them shared the same concept.

Therefore, Wang Xiaojian took it out and used it without any hesitation.

The effect was also quite good.

At this moment, after Wang Xiaojian had finished reciting his poems, the hall was in complete silence.

At this moment, everyone's hearts began to tremble.

Everyone was a cultured scholar, so they were able to read the poem and the artistic conception it contained.

This is a patriotic poem, which expresses the patriotism of the poet who does not forget his native land.

However, it was different from what was shown in the poem from the perspective of an old man who was about to die.

Its owner of vision was a monarch.

In the spring to autumn days, I think of the lost homeland.

"What time is it?" How much of the past.

Last night, the east wind blew again, causing the country to be unable to bear looking back at the bright moon.

The jade ornament should still be there, but she changed it.

How much can you worry about? It is like a river flowing to Dongliu. "

Everyone silently recited the poem, and in this instant, it was all replaced.

At this moment, they seemed to have transformed into a monarch of a fallen nation, an emperor who had lost his homeland.

After which, an indescribable feeling of grief spread from his heart.

But right after, his sorrowful mood, once again turned into incomparable admiration and admiration for Wang Xiaojian.

Everyone knew that Lee Bai was a patriotic poet, so they were not surprised that he had written a patriotic poem.

However, what everyone didn't expect was that in such a beautiful and happy day, Lee Bai was actually thinking about his homeland.

Thinking about that, ninety percent of his Tianxia Country had been devoured!

"The jade ornament should still be there, but Zhu Yan has changed. It is as if a river has flowed into Dongliu's hand! "

"The capital of the Tianxia Country, has long since not been the original capital. "A beauty, she's no longer her original beauty."

"At this moment, the worries in my heart are like the endless spring water."

"My heart hurts!"

In the hall, someone was talking to himself as he explained.

Although they had previously said something that went against their own hearts, because of their hatred for Wang Xiaojian.

But in this instant, being infected by Wang Xiaojian's poems, the corners of their eyes were actually a little wet.

The heart of justice, like the spring water, was stimulated.

"I'm too inhuman. "Before this, you actually said that sort of thing with a guilty conscience."

"That's right. Lee Bai is so great, how could I have the qualifications to judge him? "

"This time, no matter what, I won't say anything against my will. Otherwise, my conscience will be eaten by dogs. "

"Yes." For the sake of this poem, for the sake of my homeland, I must speak the truth while touching my conscience! "

Waves of voices resounded. On Wang Xiaojian's delicate and pretty face, a faint sorrow was still revealed.

Forty-five degrees, he looked up at the sky, his heart seemingly filled with endless sorrow.

Lady Ya looked at Wang Xiaojian, his heart trembling, as tears of "empathy" flowed down his beautiful eyes.

She was from the Imperial Family, the Grand Princess of the current Xia Country.

He was the descendant of the winner of the Tianxia Country Royal Family back then.

She could feel it more than anyone else on the scene. It was like the spring water, filled with sorrow and melancholy.

They were still there, but their homeland was gone.

Even in her dreams, she wanted to reclaim her homeland, but there was nothing she could do.

Ying Xiya, who had been the winner of Tianxia Country, was unable to do anything today, after hundreds of years since her homeland had collapsed.

This caused her to be speechless with grief.

She choked and sobbed.

Tears fell down her beautiful face like pearls with broken strings.

She really wanted to throw herself into Wang Xiaojian's embrace and cry loudly.

Hu Rui also understood the poem.

However, unlike the people in the hall who were moved and even tearing up, his expression was extremely unsightly.

He thought that since Wang Xiaojian had exhausted all of his talent, he would not be able to write any better poems.

However, each piece was more amazing than the last.

The first time he met Xiya on the lake, he wrote about him. He likened the Lady Ya to a West Lake, comparing a person to a scenery.

This kind of poem was very beautiful, but it wasn't out of Hu Rui's reach.

After all, he had been a top scholar and had published a book of poems himself.

He knew this method too.

He felt that if he was given enough time, he would be able to produce the same level of poetry.

Thus, even though the surrounding evaluations were unreasonable, he still calmly accepted the judgement of a draw.

He felt that it wasn't because of his own talent, but because of Wang Xiaojian's inspiration, he wrote such a poem.

He had only lost by luck.

He was also determined to save face in the second question.

However, the situation was beyond his expectations.