Hearing Wei Su’s words, the courtiers gathered together.
“Sir Duke will write another poem?”
“‘The Yangtze River Rolling Through the East‘ last time still brings back memories for me!”
“This time, if Sir Duke can write another masterpiece, it will definitely increase the prestige of our Linlang Empire!”
“Sir Duke will not disappoint us.”
“Who doesn’t know that Sir Duke is a great writer and a great artist in Linlang?”
Listening to the boasts of the people around him, Su Shi shook his head and said, “I have no interest in poetry.”
Before the crowd could feel disappointed, they heard him continue, “But if Her Majesty likes it, I can consider it.”
All eyes focused on the bright yellow phoenix robe.
Feng Chaoge looked at him blankly, “I like it, see?”
Su Shi smiled and said, “It’s a coincidence, I also like you, Your Majesty.”
Feng Chaoge’s pretty face turned red and she turned her head away from him.
This guy was teasing her again, he was really annoying.
Although she thought so in her heart, the corners of her mouth inexplicably curved upwards.
“Since Her Majesty wants to see it, then I must try.”
Su Shi stood up.
The civil servants were overjoyed to see this.
“Quick, get the brush, ink, paper and inkstone!”
This attitude of theirs was not due to currying favor with him.
However, it was pure admiration because ‘The Yangtze Rolling Through the East’ was so mesmerizing that it was now widely circulated throughout the Central Plains, not just in Weiyang Capital.
How many people have left behind masterpieces that have been passed down through the ages?
Not to mention he was only a young man in his early twenties.
Su Shi’s name naturally held an extremely high status in the minds of scholars.
Su Shi shook his head and said, “No need to bother, since it’s about a strong army, we should use this field as the paper and the sharp sword as the brush.”
Looking at the black-armored army below, he couldn’t help but recall the scene in Saxin Kingdom when 100,000 troops were at the door of the city.
He already had an idea in his head.
A step had been taken.
The figure appeared in the air.
There happened to be clouds blocking the sunlight so the sky and earth were slightly dim.
The white dress fluttered, as if the moon was shining brightly.
Su Shi swung his Green Frost Sword, his body as elegant as gossamer, and his huge sword qi was like a galaxy rolling backwards, hitting the sky of smoke and dust on the sandy field.
The sand and dust obscured their vision, and the crowd was momentarily confused.
Feng Chaoge was a also little confused.
As the last sword was struck, Su Shi withdrew his sword and flew back.
As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, only a few lines of large letters could be seen deep in the sand.
Wei Su recited them, his voice echoing through the air.
“Dark clouds loom heavy over the city as if crushing it to pieces”
“Our armors glitter with golden scales shining in the sun.”
“Battle horns resounding all over in the autumn tones,”
“Our warriors’ blood freezes into a nocturnal purple.”
“Red banners fly rolled advancing to the Yi River.”
“In the dense frost and cold air the drum beats sound dull and low.”
“To return the Emperor’s favor bestowed at the Golden Platform”
“Wielding my Yulong sword I will fight to death for Her Majesty.”
(Tln: This is a poem written by Li He of the Tang dynasty. Source: https://nankaioverseas.net/GDS/131HWNKREN-SongOfYanmenMagistrate07212018.html)
The scene was eerily silent.
Looking at the bold writing, an image seemed to appear before the eyes of the crowd.
The enemy army was rolling around, like a black cloud, trying to destroy the city.
The sound of trumpets rang out in the night sky, and bloodstains froze in the cold night.
The banners were already half-rolled, the night was cold and frosty, and it was a matter of life and death!
The soldiers were determined to fight to the death for their king, refusing to take a single step back!
The script, with its vague sword intent, raised the atmosphere to the extreme, filling everyone’s hearts with a sense of sorrow and majesty.
It was as if this was a smoke-filled battlefield!
The eyes of the soldiers of the Four Armies turned red, their fists clenched tightly, their bodies trembling slightly.
The battlefield was covered in blood, the horses wrapped in wounds.
No one knew this feeling better than them.
“We are willing to die for Her Majesty!”
It’s unknown who shouted, but it immediately stirred up ten thousand waves.
All the generals knelt down and clapped their right hands hard on their chests.
“We are willing to die for Her Majesty!”
“We are willing to die for Her Majesty!”
The shout rang out through the clouds, scattering the clouds high in the sky!
The sun shone again, illuminating the blanket of armor, the light of the armor shone towards the sun and the golden scales opened!
The civil and military officials were all stunned, they expected Su Shi to sing praises of the ruler’s wisdom and praise Linlang’s power, but instead he wrote a tragic and sad poem!
But in the midst of this despair, a strong cohesion could be felt.
Even if the city was completely attacked, Linlang would still fight to the last soldier!
“What a great poem!”
The crowd regained their senses and suddenly burst into an uproar!
The same as ”The Yangtze River Rolling Through the East”, without too much ornate rhetoric, but with an unusually majestic meteorology and pattern!
“Sir Duke using a sword as a brush, that’s really a new breakthrough!”
“Strange, since when has this old man shed tears?”
“Wielding my Yulong sword I will fight to death for Her Majesty, this is the true spirit of Linlang!”
“It’s a pity there’s no wine, otherwise I would have finished three large jugs!”
“Another legendary work, is Sir Duke a literary star?”
The courtiers did not hesitate to give words of praise. ……
Wei Su sighed, “No wonder Sir Duke can comprehend the Golden Body of Dharma, he truly has a big heart.”
Feng Chaoge looked at Su Shi, her eyes seemed to have a sparkling light in them.
Although this man was annoying and always liked to make her angry, once he became serious, he made the corners of people’s hearts tremble.
“I, for one, really like this poem.”
Su Shi said with a smile, “It’s good that Your Majesty likes it.”
Feng Chaoge shook her head, “But I don’t want you to ‘die for Her Majesty’.”
“If there really is a day when me and Yun Qiluo fight to the death, you must hide far away.”
Su Shi froze.
Looking at those earnest eyes behind the beaded curtain, his heart could not help but be slightly touched.
“Your Majesty ……”
The two people looked at each other with four eyes.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
After a while, Feng Chaoge faintly said, “Have you touched me enough?”
Only to see that Su Shi’s right hand had somehow dug into her phoenix robe.
“It’s an accident, this hand always cramps up and sometimes doesn’t listen to me.”
She smiled stupidly and pulled his hand out.
Feng Chaoge glared angrily.
This man had been insolent for so many seconds, ruining a good atmosphere.
The parade is over.
The courtiers admired the poetry on the field and didn’t want to leave for a long time.
Feng Chaoge got up and got on the palanquin, looked back at Su Shi, and said.
“What are you waiting for?”
Su Shi scratched his head, “Your Majesty is not angry with me anymore?”
“If I take you seriously all the time, I’ll keep getting upset at you all the time.”
Feng Chaoge coldly snorted, “Why don’t you hurry up?”
Su Shi got up and followed.
The two of them entered the golden palanquin.
A moment later, there was Feng Chaoge’s harassed voice: “Don’t touch!”
“…… cough cough cough, my hand once again moved on its own.”
The luxurious palanquin rose smoothly and headed in the direction of the imperial palace.
Land of the Great Clouds.
Sikong Lanyue sat cross-legged, the atmosphere so quiet that even the sound of a falling needle could be heard.
After a long time, she opened her eyes and slowly exhaled.
“Feng Chaoge was right, I seem to be confused.”
“If one wants to have a clear dao heart, on must cleanse their entire heart of the desires of the world.”
“What she said is true, but the problem is…”
“She really pisses me off!”