Li Feng dared not neglect the old man in the officialdom like Pei Shiju. Even if he could not communicate with each other, he would never offend him, so he came forward to see him.

Pei Shiju looked cold and arrogant: "I dare not be a gift from the young man. On that day, Pei did not plead for you when he was in the Golden Palace."

People like him are the best at judging the will of the holy world and of course they will not plead for mercy. However, Li Feng still saluted respectfully: "Pei Gong is in love with the world. He heard that he wanted to manage the Western Regions. The younger generation met a Persian Hu man. He had a map of the Western Regions. He copied one another and sent it to his mansion. Please ask Mr. Pei to correct me."

"You are so kind." Pei Shiju looked less and said, and he followed these colleagues to play. As a result, a noble person like Xue Daoheng looked down on a flattering person like him, so he was more frustrated.

After a greeting, everyone was invited to the room by King Sun Yao. Yu Shinan couldn't wait to get up: "Mr. Li's little brother, I copied the poems you wrote that day and studied them day by day and benefited a lot. Today I have the chance to meet you, so I will write another one with me!"

Xue Daoheng, who was sitting next to him, also twisted his beard and smiled: "My little brother, I don't even want to see you that day in order to save you. I am a bookworm. Today I should fulfill his wish quickly, hahaha."

Yu Shinandu's face turned red.

Li Feng was even more grateful and saluted Yu Shinan again, and then said humbly: "Dear seniors, all the experts who have learned are all great men in the world, and I will never dare to show my ugly face."

His calligraphy was only benefited from the glory of Liu Gongquan in later generations. Compared with the great calligrapher Yu Shinan, he was still far behind.

Although Yu Shinan felt itchy, it was not easy to ask for it from a junior in person, so everyone started chatting. First, I heard Sun Yaowang talk about the way to maintain health. Well, in this regard, they are definitely experts and have the most say.

Then, when literati gather together, of course they have to enjoy poetry and essays. Li Feng, a junior, could only serve tea and water with the Taoist boy Xie Yingdeng.

Xue Daoheng said: "Today I have visited the former site of Afang Palace with you, and I feel a lot of emotion. I heard that the emperor is going to build the eastern capital Luoyang, which is extremely luxurious. This move is no different from Afang Palace. I must write a letter to state the pros and cons!"

"Brother Xue is careful." Fang Yanqian quickly persuaded him, "The day before yesterday, I read Brother Xue's "Ode to Emperor Gaozu Wen" in your mansion. Although his literary talent is outstanding, if I read it today, I will definitely not be happy."

When Li Feng, who poured tea, felt a sudden slap in his heart. He suddenly remembered that Xue Daoheng was convicted because of this article. This article praised Emperor Wen of Sui, but it attracted suspicion from Emperor Yang of Sui, and was then killed after a reason.

If it were an irrelevant person, Li Feng would not care. However, he only found out today that Mr. Xue was speaking up for him in the Golden Palace and was so noble.

If he pretends to be confused and ignores it, it will not be the purpose of a real man.

I heard everyone comfort Xue Daoheng. Although this old man is thin, he is proud of his literati and very stubborn. He can't even get back even if you are nine cows. He is a typical nerd with a high IQ and a low EQ.

Only Pei Shiju looked at Xue Daoheng with a sarcastic look, as if he was looking at a dead person. The facts were almost the same. Xue Daoheng was killed because of this article praising Emperor Yang of Sui.

Speaking of the angry face, Xue Daoheng blinked his sleeves and said, "As a minister, you should be honest with the great righteousness. Don't say anything. Today, if you come to the public, if you can surpass your "Ode to Emperor Gaozu Wen" by writing, I will burn you to burn it and no longer say anything!"

Old literary youth! Li Feng was also amused and laughed: Mr. Xue is so old that he never thought he was so serious, respectable and ridiculous, and a little pitiful.

The people next to him could only sigh repeatedly. Xue Daoheng is a master of poetry and prose in the world and the top existence. Who can really surpass him in other people's essays?

In this silence, a young man suddenly heard the sound of a wise man: "Senior Xue, a boy is not talented, he is showing off his skills and making a laugh at the home of a noble family."

Everyone's eyes focused on the boy Li Feng, either surprised, scrutinized, or disdained. But Li Feng was calm and just looked at Xue Daoheng sincerely.

Since the old man said this just now, Li Feng had only one way to deal with such a stubborn old man, that is, to impress him from the article and call him to write a letter to Emperor Yang of Sui.

Of course, it won’t work with Li Feng, but behind Li Feng, countless literary heroes who have been there for a thousand years. Today, in order to save people, Li Feng can only be the official of the literary copy.

Before Xue Daoheng could speak, Yu Shinan stood up first: "Great kindness!"

Li Feng guessed that this book-boy senior didn't care how his article was written, but mainly wanted to read his writing.

Someone took the lead, but it was difficult for others to stop him. Xue Daoheng also looked at Li Feng and pondered for a while. This was what made the servant prepare for his pen.

"I'll grind it." Yu Shinan happily approached the stone inkstone.

Li Feng gave in repeatedly. This treatment was almost as good as Li Taibai later. Did anyone take off my boots?

Restrained his mind, Li Feng held the pen in his hand, pondered for a moment, and wrote the words "Afang Palace Fu" on the paper.

The text says: The six kings are gone, and the four seas are one; the Shu Mountain is gone, and the Afang comes out...

At first, everyone stood on both sides with their hands behind their backs, looking at them with distraction. They wanted to speak the magnificent abilities of rhetoric, but the style of the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties still existed, so this article is not surprising.

When the sentence "Alas! The heart of one person is the heart of tens of millions of people" came out, everyone's disdain changed.

And as for "Ah! Those who destroy the six kingdoms are not Qin. Those who clan Qin are Qin, not the world... Qin people have no time to mourn themselves, but later generations mourn them; later generations mourn them but do not understand them, so that later generations mourn them and mourn their descendants again." At the end, the whole room was silent, with only the heavy breathing sounds heard from each other.

After a long time, Xue Daoheng fell to the ground, his eyes were a little confused, and he murmured: "This article can be passed down for thousands of years, I might as well--"

Since ancient times, it has been said that there is no first in literature, which makes Mr. Xue admire him. It can be seen that Li Feng’s article “Afang Palace Fu” by Du Mu was not in vain.

He did not dare to take credit, so he went up to worship again, his eyes were filled with tears, and his words were sincere: "Senior Xue, I am grateful to you for your kindness. I am so frivolous and have no intention of showing off. I hope you can forgive me."

Everyone around them also nodded secretly and looked at the boy with a high look: This boy has a big breast, and it is hard to know that he is grateful and has achieved great success in the future. Unfortunately, he is a bad person and will never be limited.

"Stop it, I will fulfill my words!" Xue Daoheng's eyes gradually refocused. He suddenly stood up and rushed to the table, grabbed the paper that Li Feng had just written, and started to tear it up.

"Mr. Xue, aren't you crazy?" Yu Shinan also became anxious and went up to compete with him. At the beginning, he focused on Li Feng's running script and became more and more beautiful as he read. Later, he paid attention to the content and just woke up from shock, but was shocked by Xue Daoheng again.

Xue Daoheng ignored him: "Come here, burn this!"

Li Feng was a little confused: No, what you just said was to burn my own "The Fu of Emperor Gaozu Wen", how could I start to burn mine first?

All the people in the room were well-educated and intelligent people, and soon realized it: If this article was published, if the current emperor saw it, then the young man Li Feng would be killed several times.

Seeing a peerless culture ashes, everyone felt very regretful; Yu Shinan even paused: "It's a pity that a good calligraphy is a good one-"

Xue Daoheng has returned to normal at this moment. He smiled and looked at Li Feng, his eyes full of love and admiration: "I regret it if I can't educate him so much!"

Who said it was not? Yu Shinan felt deeply the same at this moment. However, what the two of them wanted to teach was not the same thing at all.

Fang Yanqian's heart that had been hanging for a long time finally let go, as if he had taken off a heavy burden. These days, he has been worried about his old friends. He never expected that a young man would be dispelled from his heart.

A gentleman has the beauty of becoming an adult! Fang Yanqian, in a good mood, decided to do a good thing, so he happily suggested: "Mr. Li's little brother, Mr. Xue, is interested, you don't get to be a disciple quickly!"

Xue Daoheng was slightly stunned, then twisted his beard and smiled.
Chapter completed!