My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 210 The leap from tattoo artist to summoner.

There was silence in the hall.

Everyone was carefully savoring the poem Zeng Anmin had just written.

Zeng Anmin sat down with a normal expression, raised a glass of wine with a smile, and said to the Princess and Tian Ji:
"please."

Until his voice sounded.

Tian Ji finally woke up from his dream, a smile appeared on his face, he raised his glass and said to Zeng Anmin:

"You're still smart, brat."

"Done."

The eldest princess also sat down slowly and drank with the two of them.

See this scene.

The entire hall looked at each other in bewilderment.

Zeng Anmin said there was no poetry.

But with just one poem, he solved the two problems that Your Majesty had just raised!

Everyone looked at him with complicated expressions.

This kid.

It’s so exquisite!

Ningguo Duke Li Jian was sitting in the distance, and there was a dangerous sharpness in his eyes as he looked at Zeng Anmin.

Zeng Anmin just said that he has no poetry.

The implication is that he is implicitly telling Your Majesty that he has absolutely no desire to compete for personal gain.

But he just used a poem to change the name of Bifeng Valley.

It directly suppressed all the limelight in the hall.

One poem solves two problems.

This is truly a double-edged sword!

Don’t you see, at this time, Emperor Jianhong was already sitting on the dragon throne, and he couldn’t even suppress the smile on his face.

Looking at Zeng Anmin with interest.

Those eyes almost have "I like you so much" written all over their faces!

……

Among the ministers.

The Minister of Revenue Lou Yingqi suddenly spoke up.

At this moment, he stroked his beard and squinted his eyes, speaking in a long voice:

"Although I have never seen Bifeng Valley."

“But from the three words ‘Qinghai Bay’, one can feel that there is a sea of ​​green trees and leaves before one’s eyes.”

"The name is good! But the poem is better!!"

After saying this, he looked towards Zeng Anmin with great admiration:
"This poem by Zeng Xianzi describes the longing between soldiers guarding the frontier far away from home and their wives at home."

"It writes about the pain that war brings to the masses, and it goes deep into their bones."

After finishing speaking, Lou Yingqi sighed and looked at Zeng Shilin beside him:
"Minister Zeng, what do you think?"

Zeng Shilin slowly raised his head, his eyes lingering on Zeng Anmin's face for a while.

Then he looked relieved and looked at everyone:
“In my opinion, the whole poem can be divided into three layers.”

"The first four lines mainly describe the vast frontier scenery including the three elements of the pass, the mountain and the moon, thus expressing the soldiers' homesickness."

"The four lines in the middle describe the war scene in detail. The battlefield is tragic and cruel."

"The last four lines describe the soldier's longing for home when he looks at the border, and then imagines his wife sighing in the moonlit night."

After saying this, Zeng Shilin sighed:
"This poem is like a long scroll of a frontier fortress composed of three parts: the bright moon over the mountains, the sorrow of the battlefield, and the homesickness of the soldiers. The resentment runs through the whole poem, with a unified tone and a natural style."

After he finished speaking, he turned the conversation over to Li Jian:

"Duke Ningguo, what do you think?"

Li Jian: …

You two have finished talking.

How can I see it?
"Very good, very good, haha."

Li Jian could only smile stiffly and then turned his head away.

How could Qi not see that this was the father venting his anger on his son?

"hehe."

Zeng Shilin heard Li Jian's answer and chuckled:

"Mr. Li has long used swords and spears instead of words. I would like to take this opportunity to persuade Mr. Li to read more words of the saints."

"So as to avoid being called vulgar by young children in the future."

After saying this, he turned his head proudly and ignored Li Jian.

As soon as these words came out.

Li Jian clenched his fists tightly.

But he didn't know how to respond.

I can only keep it in my heart and feel extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing him so miserable.

"I admire my dad. What he said really made me feel like a spring breeze!"

Zeng Anmin raised his voice and added another stab at this time. He raised his wine glass and looked at Zeng Shilin who was sitting in front of him:

"Dad, I toast to you!"

Having said that, he drank it all in one gulp.

"scoff~"

This remark caused many people in the hall to laugh unconsciously.

The banquet was still going on. Xu Nian, who was sitting next to the fourth prince, felt very uncomfortable.

He pursed his lips.

Staring at Zeng Anmin.

Zeng Anmin’s poem just came out.

That song he made before was... crap.

No one mentioned it again.

After a long time, Xu Nian sat in his seat and sighed:
"This poem is a hundred times better than mine."

He shook his head, a look of self-mockery on his face.

“Genius may just be the threshold to meeting him.”

Finally, he couldn't suppress the impulse in his heart anymore.

He stood up, looked straight at Zeng Anmin, raised his glass and asked respectfully:

"Zengxianzi, the poem you just wrote is profound and profound. I am ashamed that I am not as good as you."

"May I ask, does this poem have a name?"

Hearing his voice, Zeng Anmin raised his head, glanced at him with a smile, and said in a calm voice:
"This poem is called Guanshan Yue."

"Guan Shanyue..."

After Xu Nian learned the name of this poem, his expression became extremely complicated.

Good name, good poem.

It’s a good idea to change the name of Bifeng Valley.

Qinghai Bay... makes people dare not even think of competing with it.

Suddenly, Xu Nian laughed.

There was relief in his voice.

So he just drank by himself.

No more mention of writing poetry.

………………

The banquet is over.

Zeng Anmin did not take his father's carriage, but rode alone towards Shangshu Mansion.

Mid-August.

The moon is round.

Zeng Anmin looked up at the moon for some unknown reason.

"Mid-Autumn Festival."

He murmured in his mouth.

“It’s a day for family reunion.”

"But there is no such thing as Mid-Autumn Festival in the Great Saint Dynasty."

He shook his head regretfully, reined in his horse, and walked slowly on the street.

"Da da da."

The banquet was over, and although it was not late at night, there were not many people walking on the street.

The route from the imperial city to home is not long.

The route from Shangshudi to the imperial city is less than half an hour away.

"Shhh!!"

Just as Zeng Anmin turned a corner.

Then I saw an extremely light figure sitting on the back of a huge flying animal, flying forward.

"Huo'er, hurry up!!"

A familiar voice sounded.

Zeng Anmin was stunned for a moment.

He turned to look.

The huge flying animal looked like a bird.

But its extremely gorgeous fiery red feathers were also shining in the darkness.

"Phoenix...Phoenix?"

Zeng Anmin was stunned.

"And the one sitting on the phoenix... Sai Chuxue??"

"Shhh!!"

In the air, the fire phoenix carrying Sai Chuxue made a "cry" sound.

Zeng Anmin's expression froze after hearing this.

"what?"

When passing in front of Zeng Anmin's horse, Sai Chuxue's voice came:

"Stop for a moment, Fire."

"Shh!"

The little fire phoenix stopped steadily in front of Zeng Anbian.

"Miss Sai? What is this thing..."

Zeng Anmin saw the fire phoenix carrying Sai Chuxue flying in the air.

He raised his neck, his eyes full of envy.

"I have become a fifth-grade necromancer. This is my summoned companion. His name is Huo'er."

Sai Chuxue raised her chin with a hint of pride on her face.

(End of this chapter)