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“Your Majesty, my Senior Uncle…” Wei Yan was about to cover up for Chen Luo when Chen Luo pulled Wei Yan’s sleeve.

Wei Yan looked at Chen Luo suspiciously, and Chen Luo gave Wei Yan a “leave it up to me” look.

Chen Luo: ヽ(￣▽￣)?

Wei Yan: (′｀;)？

Chen Luo took two steps in the direction of Han Qingzhu, Minister of War, recalling the information about Wanren City in his mind.

This Wanren City is a military center of the northern anti-barbarian defense line, built on a Wanren high mountain. It is said that there is a flag with the word “Xuan” on the top of the mountain, which has never fallen even in the most difficult moments.

“I have heard of the dangers of Wanren City since I was a child, and I have also heard of the tenacity of the flag, symbolizing that the human race has never been defeated. Lord Wan allowing someone like me to present you with a poem is my luck!”

Chen Luo walked in front of Han Qingzhu, bowed deeply, got up and said, “It’s sad to say goodbye, this boy will make a bold move, as I use the soldiers to make a lofty poem to add luster to the soldiers’ trip!”

　　Wan Butong hurriedly shouted: “Bring out the pen and the ink!”

　　Hou An glanced at Ye Heng, Ye Heng nodded slightly, Hou An waved his hand, and suddenly several little eunuchs ran out. The two held paper, one held the inkstone, and the other held the pen and came to Chen Luo.

　　Chen Luo reached out and took the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote on the paper.

　　”A Song of Bamboo to Gift the Soldiers Heading to Wanren City”

　　When everyone saw Chen Luo’s title, there was another voice of voice transmission.

　　”A Song of Bamboo? Is this a poem based on the word “bamboo” included in the name of Han Qingzhu, the Minister of War? That can also be appropriate!”

　　”What’s more, this kid knows how to use puns, don’t forget, he just joined the line of Bamboo Sage!”

　　”Since ancient times, chanting bamboo poems is like crossing the river, let’s see what kind of poems he can write!”

　　The Minister of War also looked at Chen Luo with great interest. He was curious, what kind of heroic poems can this kid who opened a road to the sky write!

　　Chen Luo wrote, and the first sentence was completed in one go—

　 Insisting its place on the green mountain,

Roots firm even on the cracks of a broken rock

　　After the two sentences were written, the whole court’s officials’ expressions changed. No matter what their positions are and what agendas they have behind them, their official uniforms indicate that they have excellent knowledge. One can see the excellence of these two poems at a glance.

　　”Wonderful, in just two sentences, the green bamboo standing firmly and the broken rock is vividly depicted.”

　　”Genius! Especially the word ‘insist’ at the beginning, it’s particularly expressive. It’s not about softness, but fortitude.”

　　”More than that, you think deeply. Ever since Your Majesty ascended the throne, our human race has been on the defensive against the barbarians. There have been three bloody battles in Wanren City, and millions of soldiers are desperate to retreat. And then, we see the usage of the word “insist” as the first word of this poem, how appropriate it is!”

　　The smile on Wan Butong’s face froze slightly, and then he said lightly, “The Lord of Wan An is indeed very talented in writing, but his poem just describes the soldiers who went on expeditions, don’t you think that this poem is too bloodthirsty and might be unlucky?”

　　Chen Luobai glanced at Wan Butong, dipped his brush in ink again, and wrote the next two sentences——

　　 From whichever direction the winds leap,

I will remain strong, though I dealt many blows.

　　After writing the two lines of poems, the paper on which the words were written suddenly shook, and a hurricane blew out of thin air within the Changming Palace, causing the officials to instinctively release their True Noble Qi to resist it. At this moment, standing in the official line. In the forefront of the line of officials, the old man with a red sun and a golden crow pattern on his chest opened his eyes that had been closed, and shouted in a low voice: “Don’t resist. This is the wind that cleanses people’s hearts. After being baptized by this wind, crossing “The Mountains and Seas of Books” will be easier by twenty percent. Those on the verge of trying to overcome the Fuzi Realm to achieve the Great Confucian Realm will have an increased chance of being promoted by 10%, and for those in the Great Confucian realm, they will be experiencing a bonus.“

　　When the officials heard the words, they immediately dissipated the True Noble Qi protecting their whole body. Enduring the raging wind, Chen Luo looked around his surroundings. In the entire hall, there were only the literary ministers, the minister of war, the political minister who just spoke up, and the minister of law standing in the corner. And Ye Heng on the throne is not affected.

　　The literary minister took one step and came to Chen Luo’s side. He reached out his hand to take away the original manuscript of the poem which Chen Luo had just completed, but his hand was tightly grasped by another hand. Yan Baichuan raised his head and met Han Qingsong’s smiling face.

　　”Old Yan, you don’t need to bother, I can carry it myself! “

　　”Don’t talk nonsense, this is a rare righteous poem. My Wenchang Pavilion is in charge of the world’s transportation of all literature, and the original manuscript should be kept in my Wenchang Pavilion!” Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at Novel Multiverse – “NovelMultiverse dot com”

　　”Yan Swindler, you’re playing the role of a rogue with me, aren’t you? Look at the title, it says “gift to soldiers”! Are you the Minister of War or I am the Minister of War!”

　　”Me becoming the Minister of War is just one word away!”

　　The government minister was about to raise his leg when Han Qingsong and Yan Baichuan turned their heads together and looked at the government minister; “Stand still and don’t move!”

　　At this time, Ye Heng’s mouth that had just opened was immediately closed, but his eyes looking at Chen Luo was even more passionate.

　　After a while, everyone returned to their original state, but many people were sweating on their foreheads. Obviously, this baptism was not a walk in the park. The minister of war suddenly laughed and shouted, “Chen little boy, this poetry for courage I have accepted on behalf of the soldiers in the north!” Ye Heng bowed his hands: “Your Majesty, the military affairs are still many and complicated, the old minister will retreat now and prepare first!”

　　After he finished speaking, he blinked at Chen Luo and said, “You kid fits my appetite, let’s meet again later!”

　　Before the sound transmission was finished, the whole person had disappeared!

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　　Yan Baichuan frowned slightly, but seeing that everyone was awake, it was not suitable to say anything more, and said lightly, “Everyone, read this poem often, the effect of cleansing the heart is still there!”

　　At this time, a voice in the Wenchang Pavilion’s lineage sounded: “Thank you Lord of Wan An for the poem!”

　　That was from Xiao Shiyuan who recorded the events of Wenchang Pavilion and led the way for Chen Luo before.

　　The officials of Wenchang Pavilion immediately saluted at the same time: “Thank you Lord of Wan An for the poem!”

　　All the officials in the hall followed suit and said, “Thank you Lord of Wan An for the poem!”

　　Wanqi was sweating profusely, and the smile on his face almost froze. He thanked everyone together, and when he got up again, he returned to his original state and said, “Lord of Wan And is really talented. I didn’t think that the official can make such a poem on a whim; Yet, he can still give birth to such a precious poem, it truly is something to be celebrated!

　　After Wandi finished speaking, he looked back at the officials of the Ministry of Rites, everyone understood, and quickly said in unison: “Yes, yes, it truly is something to be celebrated.”

　　”Wan Assistant Minister has a thought, immediately a righteous poem was born, and it really is a good story.”

　　”Wan Assistant Minster has wisdom and talent, Lord of Wan An’s poem that was gifted to the soldiers, it earned you nothing!”

　　”Am I the only one who thinks the title of the poem is inappropriate? It should be “Invited the Assistant Minister Wan for the Song of Bamboo to Gift Soldiers Going to the City of Wanren”

　　”Exactly, I just felt that something was missing, it turned out to be that!”

　　…

　　At this moment in the hall, the hundred ministers were hearing the officials of the Ministry of Rites seem to be whispering amongst themselves, but in fact, the whole hall heard the discussion. The officials in the main hall looked embarrassed, while the ones from Wenchang Pavilion showed contempt.

　　Ye Heng rubbed his temples helplessly. He was all too familiar with this scene.

　　Readers! Or the Ministry of Rites!

　　In their mouths, they are the best at all kinds of reasoning.

　　It’s just that neither he nor the four major ministers are able to end this trifle.

　　Without him, this whole situation would become shameful!

　　But how could Wei Yan bear this? After bullying the senior uncle, he still wanted to split his accomplishment?

　　Wei Yan’s forehead burst with blue veins, and he was about to rush up, but Chen Luo grabbed him.

　　Chen Luo looked outside the hall, not knowing when the wind and rain had stopped.

　　”Just right!”

　　Chen Luo walked in front of Wan Butong, learning from Wan Butong and also put on a smile: “This time, I would like to thank Master Wan for recommending me to write this poem! The boy just happens to have a poem that he wants to give to Master Wan and the lords of the Ministry of Rites!” ,

　　Wan Butong had a bad feeling in his heart, and was about to refuse when he heard Ye Heng say, “Chen favored minister, hurry up, hurry up, and tell!.”

　　Chen Luo waved his hand away from the eunuchs who came forward to serve the brush and ink, and said: “Today’s court coincided with heavy rain. The rain has just stopped, and I heard the good discussion of the Rites of the Ministry of Rites, and I have a poem in my heart.”

　　”The wind drives the torrential rain to the high city, and the clouds suppress the light thunder sounds.”

　　”Nobody knows where the dragon is after the rain, left with a pond of grass colored and ten thousand frogs croak.”

　　The court officials were stunned. Although this poem was not as good as the previous one, it was also brilliant. Everyone seemed to see that there was a dragon clan traveling in between clouds and raining just now, and then the dragon left, and the grass was green and the green frogs were chirping, giving a look full of vitality.

　　”It’s a good poem. At the beginning, the wind was high and the rain was urgent, and the lightning flashed and thundered, and then from the image of the dragon to the frog, the spring green grass was also quite the artistic conception of ‘a thousand saplings shoot up beyond the withered tree’!” Someone commented.

　　Wen Xiang smiled lightly, but the government minister had a gloomy face.

　　At this time, Xiao Shiyuan also murmured in a voice that everyone could hear: “It’s the mood. But in connection with the scene here, it’s better to realize that when the wind stopped and the rain stopped, a group of frogs felt that they were great all of a sudden……”

　　Everyone was stunned for a moment, and they couldn’t help but smile knowingly when they thought of the scene where the officials of the Ministry of Rites were trying to share Chen Luo’s accomplishment.

　　”Truly, truly, a while ago it was as if we were ‘listening to the sound of frogs’…”

　　”Frog Croaking Rites Department, if you can’t do it, you still have to do it…”

　　As soon as Xiao Shiyuan’s words came out, the officials of the military department immediately echoed loudly.

　　The supervising officials of the Minister of Law Department, who had been quiet all the time, looked at each other’s eyes, noses, hearts, and acted as if they had not heard anything.

　　Emperor Xuan Ye Heng raised his eyebrows: “Wan Favored Minister, this poem is good. You all, why are you still not thanking my Chen Favored Minister?”

　　Wan Butong’s face was pale, and he could no longer squeeze a smile on his face. He gritted his teeth and saluted Chen Luo: “Thank you Lord of Wan An for the poem!”

　　Chen Luo smiled heartily: “You’re welcome!”

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