Too many female prisoners, a special forces soldier transmigrates and marries wildly.

Lin Feng put down his wine glass, a faint smile playing on his lips. In his previous life, as a top-tier special forces soldier, he possessed not only the skills to kill enemies but also a vast knowledge base.

He slowly rose. He did not immediately respond to Imperial Censor Zhou, but first bowed to the throne: "Your Majesty, Empress Dowager. I am but a military man, yet Your Majesty has entrusted me with such an important task. All I think about all day is border defense, food supplies, and armor. As for composing poems and songs, they are truly not my forte."

This statement was extremely humble, befitting the image of a "rough and uncouth brute," and also gave the other party a way out. If one were sensible, they should have accepted the situation at that moment.

However, Imperial Censor Zhou clearly had no intention of letting him off the hook, and laughed, "Grand Protector is too modest. A strategist must have a grand vision in his heart. Poetry is a minor art, surely it wouldn't be difficult for the Grand Protector. Could it be... that the Grand Protector looks down on us scholars and disdains to engage in it?"

These words were rather malicious, directly placing Lin Feng on the opposite side of civil and military affairs.

The emperor's expression remained calm, revealing neither joy nor anger. The empress dowager, however, watched with great interest.

Lin Feng sneered inwardly, but remained calm on the surface: "You flatter me, Censor Zhou. Since you have such an interest, I will make a fool of myself and offer my humble opinion."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the garden full of golden chrysanthemums, and said in a loud voice, "I have long been stationed at the border, and I am accustomed to the desolate smoke rising from the desert and the setting sun over the long river. I have also seen the autumn winds of the north and the frost on the iron armor. Today, seeing this garden full of autumn colors, I am reminded of a few lines from my experiences beyond the Great Wall, which I will now recite for your appreciation."

He stood with his hands behind his back, his figure as upright as a pine tree, naturally exuding a sense of solemnity and desolation unique to the battlefield.

"Autumn in the north brings a different landscape, wild geese fly south to Hengyang without a second glance," Lin Feng began. The opening two lines immediately sketched the desolation and vastness of autumn on the frontier, creating a powerful and evocative image.

"From all sides, the sounds of horns rise, amidst a thousand peaks, long plumes of smoke rise as the sun sets on a lonely, closed city." The scene unfolds abruptly, a powerful and tragic atmosphere, reminiscent of the clash of swords and the thunder of horses, washing over you. Many veterans who had experienced battles involuntarily straightened their backs, their gazes becoming distant.

"A cup of turbid wine, ten thousand miles from home; the Yanran inscription uncarved, no plan for return." Homesickness and responsibility, helplessness and perseverance—these contradictory yet genuine emotions instantly struck a chord with countless people. Even some civil officials abandoned their disdain and listened attentively.

"The Qiang flute plays a mournful tune, frost covers the ground, no one can sleep, the general's white hair and the soldier's tears."

After the poem was recited, the entire garden fell silent.

Everyone present, both civil and military, was deeply moved by this unprecedented "frontier poem." This was no work that could be written in a study behind closed doors; it required real experience and profound emotion!

After a brief silence, Marquis Wu'an slapped his thigh, his tiger-like eyes filled with tears, and exclaimed excitedly, "Well done! What a wonderful 'General's white hair and soldier's tears'! This was exactly what I saw when I was guarding the border! Protector Lin, this poem perfectly expresses the feelings of our border soldiers! Let's drink a big toast!" After saying that, he poured himself a cup and drank it.

Li Xiang stroked his beard and sighed deeply: "The imagery is magnificent, the emotions are profound, every word is written in blood and tears, yet it possesses a grand and majestic spirit. This poem is worthy of being passed down through generations! Censor Zhou, what do you think?"

Censor Zhou stood frozen in place, his face alternating between pale and flushed. He had intended to make things difficult for his opponent, but unexpectedly, the other party casually produced a masterpiece capable of shaking the literary world! The imagery, emotion, and writing style of this poem were far beyond what a "crude and uncouth warrior" could possess. Just who was this Lin Feng?!

"I...this humble official..." Imperial Censor Zhou's lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Princess Pingyang's eyes gleamed with admiration as she gazed at the proud figure standing in the center of the arena, her heart churning with emotion. She had long known he was no ordinary man, but she had never imagined he possessed such astonishing literary talent as well.

Even Shen Qingqiu's calm eyes were now churning with turbulent emotions. Immersed in poetry since childhood, she possessed exceptionally high standards. Her gaze towards Lin Feng had shifted from curious scrutiny to profound shock and inquiry. What kind of world lay hidden within this man's heart?

The emperor clapped his hands and laughed heartily, his voice echoing throughout the palace: "Excellent! Excellent! Minister Lin, I only knew you were brave and skilled in battle, but I did not know you also possessed such brilliant literary talent! A man of both literary and martial prowess, a pillar of the nation!"

Lin Feng bowed in gratitude. He glanced at the ashen-faced Imperial Censor Zhou and said indifferently, "Imperial Censor Zhou, does this 'crude' work of mine meet your standards? If we're talking about appreciating the beauty of nature, I may not be as good as you all. But when it comes to writing about defending the country's borders and expressing my feelings for the soldiers, I believe I am second to none."

His tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable confidence and sharpness, fiercely refuting the other party's previous provocation.

Censor Zhou blushed crimson, speechless, wishing he could disappear into the ground.

At this moment, a tall, middle-aged general dressed in the robes of a third-rank military officer suddenly stood up:

"Your Majesty! We martial artists rely on our skills to survive! I've heard that the Grand Protector once fought against the 'Crimson Abyss' demon leader 'Earthfire' at Fulong Ridge. I wonder what the outcome was? Today, at this grand gathering, I, though unworthy, would like to learn a few moves from the Grand Protector to enhance the festivities. I humbly request your guidance!"

This man was a deputy general of the Beijing garrison, surnamed Fan, named Kuai. He had a fiery temper, was highly skilled in martial arts, and was one of the most formidable generals in the capital. He also looked down on generals who rose to high positions through "luck" or "imperial favor." Lin Feng was young and ranked above him, and he had long harbored resentment towards him.

It was not uncommon for military generals to spar at court banquets. The emperor usually welcomed this, seeing it as a manifestation of martial spirit.

All eyes were once again focused on Lin Feng. His literary skills had already amazed everyone; what about his martial prowess? Was this young Northern Protector truly as valiant as the rumors suggested?

Princess Pingyang's brows, which had just relaxed, furrowed again, and worry flashed in her eyes. She naturally knew of Fan Kuai; he was a renowned and formidable general in the capital, possessing immense strength…

Shen Qingqiu also looked up, a barely perceptible hint of tension flashing in her clear eyes. She didn't know martial arts, but judging from Fan Kuai's aggressive demeanor, she knew he was no easy opponent.

The emperor smiled and looked at Lin Feng: "Minister Lin, General Fan is willing to spar. What do you think? If you are not feeling well, you don't need to force yourself." Although he said this, his eyes were full of encouragement and expectation.

Lin Feng slowly rose, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Fan Kuai, and said, "General Fan, your name is renowned far and wide. Since you are in the mood, I will gladly oblige. However, swords have no eyes, and today is a banquet hosted by the Empress Dowager, so it is not appropriate to use real weapons. How about we use the golden chrysanthemums in this garden as our theme and find another way to compare our skills?"

A competition themed around chrysanthemums? Everyone was taken aback. The literary competition had just ended, and now the martial arts competition was going to involve chrysanthemums?

Fan Kuai frowned: "What do you mean by that, Grand Protector? A martial arts contest is naturally about fists, feet, swords, and spears. What does it have to do with these flowers and grass? Could it be that you, Grand Protector, are afraid of fighting and want to avoid the main challenge?"

Lin Feng smiled slightly: "General Fan misunderstands. What I mean is, without fists or weapons, let's use this garden as the boundary. Within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, whoever can force the other out of this garden, or make the other touch any chrysanthemum, without harming the chrysanthemums or disturbing any of the guests, will be the winner. What do you say?"

These words caused an uproar in the room!