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"hiss……"
A learned scholar in a blue robe stroked his beard and pondered for a long time before finally uttering his evaluation.
"In just four short sentences, Wei Yuan's life achievements have been described. The powerful and majestic style is truly awe-inspiring!"
Judging solely by this poem, it is already a masterpiece!
“Indeed quite remarkable, no wonder he dared to boast that he could write ten poems!” another person couldn’t help but agree.
At this moment, the Earl of Pingyuan, Zhang Feng, the Minister of War, Li Yulang, the Minister of Rites, and his son Li Xingye all looked uneasy and had their brows furrowed.
They never expected that Wei Changxuan would actually write several poems.
Moreover, the quality of these poems can all be described as masterpieces! It's simply unbelievable!
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But Wei Changxuan did not stop.
Soon, the fifth poem came to mind again.
"The moon of the previous dynasty shines on the pass today."
The vast land remains, yet the people have not returned.
But if only the Flying General of Mountains and Seas were here,
"Do not allow the witch god to cross Yin Mountain."
A surge of poetic passion and a powerful, surging energy washes over you.
A magnificent scene immediately comes into view.
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"Northern Junyang 852 square length 104 cloud cover 278 snow mountain"
The lonely city gazes towards Shanhaiguan.
Having fought a hundred battles, clad in golden armor,
"I will not return until the witch god is defeated."
Compared to the previous poems, these two are more evocative and profound.
A few words, yet they paint a picture that is both desolate and inspiring.
The resolute tone of "I will not return until the Witch God is defeated!"
The instructor's words stirred the blood of many martial artists present.
"Excellent! Let's drink a toast!" Grandmaster Li Mubai clapped his hands in praise.
"This sentence is both powerful and profound, and it is comparable to a famous piece from a previous dynasty!"
The military strategist Zhang Shen nodded secretly.
He clearly admired Wei Changxuan's insightful observations.
Not only is the writing ornate, but the core message is also closely related to the expeditions to the frontier!
It is magnificent and grand, exhilarating and inspiring!
But it's not over yet.
Boom!Boom!Boom!
The drums thundered, their sound boosting morale!
Amidst the deafening sound of the drums, the seventh poem appeared.
"A new chestnut horse, saddled with a white jade saddle,"
The battlefield is deserted, the moon shines cold.
The sound of the iron drums on the city wall still reverberates.
The golden knife in the scabbard was still wet with blood.
A victorious scene unfolds before our eyes, while also depicting the soldiers' heroic bearing, valiant fighting spirit, and exhilarating demeanor.
"Military songs should be sung with broadswords and rings."
They vowed to destroy the sorcerer god and emerge from the mountains and seas.
They only knew how to die for their country on the battlefield.
Why should one return wrapped in a horse's hide?
Unwavering fighting spirit and a willingness to sacrifice.
It is full of heroism, and fully demonstrates the passion and enthusiasm to die on the battlefield!
"Why don't men carry a Wu hook?
Conquer the fifty states of the mountains and seas!
Please ascend the Pavilion of Conferment of Titles for a while.
"If a scholar could become a high-ranking official!"
……
As Wei Changxuan continued to compose poems.
He has now written nine poems, with only one more to go. In this poetry competition, Wei Changxuan has won decisively.
However, compared to now, Wei Changxuan has already won.
The faces of the Earl of Pingyuan and his companions in the distance were so gloomy they looked like they were about to burst with tears.
His face looked extremely ugly.
Unable to bear the blow, Li Xingye felt a mouthful of blood welling up from his heart and rushing to his throat.
Meanwhile, Princess Lin'an, who was standing next to her, went from initially not believing it to now finding it unbelievable.
Finally, he clenched his fist, let out a long breath, and showed a satisfied expression.
No wonder Princess Lin'an has taken a liking to him; he is indeed exceptionally talented!
Huaiqing, who was standing beside her, secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Wei Changxuan's smug look.
At this moment, Wei Changxuan gathered his energy in his dantian, took a deep breath, and exhaled with a loud drumbeat.
"In my drunken stupor, I pick up my sword by lamplight; in my dreams, I hear the bugles echoing through the camps!"
Eight hundred miles of roasted meat are distributed among the troops; fifty strings of music echo beyond the border; autumn brings a must-see on the battlefield.
Upon hearing this, everyone present was stunned once again, while Wei Yuan on the high platform was momentarily bewildered.
He seemed to see himself fighting on the battlefield.
I heard the familiar sound of bugles and war drums.
And those who once fought side by side,
But in the end, these soldiers could only be buried in foreign lands!
dong dong dong, dong dong dong!
Wei Changxuan beat the drum violently again and shouted loudly:
"The horse gallops swiftly like the wind, the bowstring twangs like thunder."
Having accomplished the affairs of the king and the realm, I have won fame both before and after my death!
You devoted yourself to the court and protected the country for the royal family, but what did you get in return?
The civil officials and those literati have already forgotten.
Who exactly fought the Battle of Shanhaiguan for the entire Great Feng Dynasty and the entire royal family?
As Wei Changxuan finished speaking, a sense of desolation and loneliness arose spontaneously.
"What a pity, my hair has turned white!"
On the city wall, everyone present felt an endless sense of desolation and loneliness at the sight of that sentence.
A sense of melancholy permeated everyone's hearts.
Today, Wei Changxuan wrote ten poems to bid farewell to Wei Yuan before his departure for the expedition.
These poems include those expressing the sorrow of parting, those expressing reluctance to part, and those expressing heroic spirit and passion.
This last poem was Wei Changxuan's way of expressing his indignation at the unfair treatment his uncle had received over the years!
An indescribable sense of sorrow began to grow in everyone's hearts.
Meanwhile, the Earl of Pingyuan and the others in the distance were shocked by the outcome before them.
His face was incredibly gloomy and unpleasant, his gloom reaching its peak.
"puff……"
Li Xingye could no longer suppress his resentment.
A mouthful of bright red blood gushed out.
It directly stained most of the ground red.
Chapter 54 With absolute power in hand, the family is confiscated and their clan exterminated! The officials are terrified!
On the city wall, Wei Changxuan recited the last poem.
The sound, like the evening drum and the morning bell, drifted gently down, the lofty aspirations contained in the words transforming into tangible sound waves.
It vibrated continuously in the air, its lingering fragrance lasting for a long time.
Among the troops setting out at this time were veteran soldiers who had experienced the baptism of blood and fire in battles across mountains and seas.
His face, originally etched with the unwavering resolve of time and war, was now etched with a deep sense of purpose.
In an instant, I was quietly overwhelmed by an overwhelming sense of emotion.
Their eyes quickly welled up with tears, hot tears swirling in them.
The smoke and fire of past battles across mountains and seas, and the scenes of sharing life and death.