"Is that the beauty with a glimpse of a glimpse of the peerless talented woman Cai Wenji?"

A trace of brilliance flashed in Liu Hao's eyes, pondering silently.

The Grand Tutor Yuan Wei raised his wine glass and laughed: "Nephew Liu, it doesn't matter if you can't do it. Everyone here is your elders..."

Liu Hao was too lazy to look at him, so he took a step forward and chanted in a man's voice:

"The peaks are like gathering, the waves are like anger..."

The first sentence came out and Yuan Wei's face had completely changed.

I was so surprised that my wrists shook, and some wine spilled out from the wine glass.

Many of the great scholars here even held their breath and couldn't help but feel like they wanted to continue listening.

"What about the following sentences?"

"Nephew, don't hide it anymore, tell us it!"

While recalling the memories, Liu Hao walked seven steps in the classroom and recited the poem in full with aloud:

"The mountains and rivers are inside and outside Hangu Road. Looking at the western capital, I feel hesitant..."

"I am sad that the Qin and Han dynasties have been made of earth in the palaces..."

"The people suffer; the people die!"

Liu Hao recited this poem in one go, with ups and downs and downs and emotion.

Bang!

Yuan Wei had a blank mind and fell directly on the table with the wine glass in his hand. The wine wet his gorgeous brocade robe!

All the great scholars here were shocked on the spot.

A sad and vicissitudes of worrying about the country and the people naturally arise in my heart!

The people are suffering!

If you die, the people will suffer!

The few words that Liu Hao spit out of his mouth are so essential.

It directly explains the rise and fall of ancient times!

It's simply...

The words of the deafening saint!

The Grand Tutor Yuan Wei was waiting for Liu Hao to admit his condolences and say his ugly face with interest. At this time, he hurriedly wiped the wine from his clothes.

Liu Hao is so talented!

It’s so embarrassing!

But no one paid attention to his horrified and embarrassed expression at this time.

Wang Yun's mouth had already opened into a big O-shaped shape, and he couldn't believe it at all!

Kong Rong, Cai Yong and others also had strange eyes and their expressions were trembling.

They closed their eyes, savored quietly, and were completely immersed in the situation of this poem. No one said a word for a long time.

Some great scholars suddenly had the wine glasses in their hands and forgot to drink.

Time and space seem to solidify at this moment.

When will you not show off at this time?

Liu Hao looked around and smiled faintly: "This poem is called "Chang'an Nostalgia". What do you think?"

Zheng Xuan, the respected scholar, sighed softly:

"Liu...Nephew, you can actually make such a masterpiece within seven steps. It's really a talent that you haven't seen in hundreds of years!"

"Extremely wonderful, wonderfully wonderful!"

The noble and arrogant Kong Rong also slapped the table, danced excitedly, and laughed: "It's amazing. Although this poem is unique, it is definitely a masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages. I am convinced!"

Cai Yong was so excited that he burst into tears and murmured: "Well, the people are suffering; the people are suffering when they die!"

Some of the other great scholars in the hall still maintained a shocking pattern of opening their mouths.

This poem talks about the feelings of worrying about the country and the people. It has been sung for thousands of years and has lasted forever.

Liu Hao clearly remembers that he was also included in the Chinese textbooks for a certain year.

I was caught by the teacher at that time and memorized it by rote, and there was nothing wrong with it!

Liu Hao only made a small change to this poem.

The capitals of the Western Han Dynasty were Chang'an, and the capital of the Eastern Han Dynasty was Luoyang. The general meaning of this was absolutely not reduced by half.

The style is different from the popular lyrics, but it has a deep sense of worrying about the country and the people.

These great scholars can fully understand and understand.

Especially in recent years, natural disasters and man-made disasters.

Droughts occurred in many places, with no harvest, and were swept by the Yellow Turban Army, and the people were displaced.

The situation of the chaotic times is vivid in my mind, and it can make people feel emotional when they are touched by the scene.

In the inner room of Cai Mansion.

The beautiful figure was shocked and couldn't help but shake it, almost standing firm. Fortunately, the maid next to her supported her slender waist.

The maid said angrily: "It's all my fault for Mr. Liu. I made a poem that made our lady almost fall."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

The beautiful woman covered her mouth and said softly: "Oh, my junior brother doesn't like to talk, but I didn't expect that my junior brother is in the world. I'm really curious about how my junior brother came up with such a poem."
Chapter completed!