When he recited the word "returning to the heart", Fan Tian deliberately spoke very strongly and quietly observed the expression of His Majesty the Emperor.

I saw that even Wang Mang showed shock and couldn't help but exclaim.

"good!"

In his life, no matter in his past and present, he had never heard such a psalm that drank mountains and rivers.

This majestic and magnificent momentum with the world in mind is particularly in line with Wang Mang's current state of mind.

After coming to this world, there was a warning from the Immortal Master. Wang Mang did not want to repeat the same mistakes and hoped to sit on the throne more peacefully.

"The world is returning to the heart" is his greatest wish now!

All the ministers fell into silence just now and were fascinated by the hearing.

His Majesty the Emperor shouted "Okay", awakening them, and they all stood up and applauded.

"Your Majesty, this poem is called "Short Song Xing", which was written by Cao Min just improvised, and it is 100% original. Have you ever heard of it in the past?"

Fan Tian spoke respectfully, with an unconcealed complacency on his face.

"No, absolutely not!"

Wang Mang quickly shook his head and exclaimed: "This poem refreshes me. It is indeed the first time I heard it. I wrote a poem improvised and wrote such a peerless work. Mr. Fan's poetry talent is indeed amazing!"

After hearing His Majesty's praise, Fan Tian was proud and drank a few more glasses of wine, which became even more glamorous.

This song by Cao Cao's "Short Song" has been hidden in his heart for a long time. He has not published it in the past, just to meet the emperor today.

Fan Tian felt that such poems would definitely be loved and praised by the superiors.

As a great hero in history, Cao Cao's poems are full of the mind of a king.

And the last sentence - "Zhou Gong vomited his feed, and the world returned to his heart" even expressed the common wish of all emperors in ancient and modern times.

Sure enough, Wang Mang, who was the same hero as Cao Cao, was extremely satisfied with this poem and was still closing his eyes and savoring it carefully.

Seeing His Majesty's intoxicating appearance, Fan Tian felt a sudden idea and thought that he might be able to strike while the iron was hot, which would make the atmosphere on the scene even more lively.

Thinking of this, Fan Tian looked bright and said:

"Your Majesty, during this period, inspiration burst out in my heart, and another clumsy work emerged. However, this time it was a poem. Caomin had never tried poems in the past and was willing to challenge himself in front of His Majesty and all the adults!"

Wang Mang was still intoxicated by the song "Short Songs". He was slightly stunned when he heard this and said in surprise:

"I heard that Mr. Fan has always been famous for his poetry, but can he still write lyrics?"

"Your Majesty, everyone in the world only knows the poems of the people, but they are not invisible to them. The people have also studied the poems for a little."

Fan Tian’s face was full of confidence, and with that handsome face, he really had the energy of the protagonist of the world!

"Today, all the lords gather together. The people are willing to write a poem "Breaking the Formation" to give it to me generals who are fighting for the country in Daxin!"

Fan Tian spoke confidently.

"Oh, is this poem based on the battlefield? I am very looking forward to it. Please read it to Mr. Fan." Wang Mang also became interested.

The generals in the hall were very excited. Unexpectedly, Xiao Fan's poems could write lyrics and wrote them specifically for the martial artists.

This is really a great honor. Even some rude generals who could not read a big word were quiet and listened quietly.

Fan Tian coughed pretentiously, and then he shook his head and said passionately:

"When you are drunk, you can see the sword with a light, and dream about blowing the horns and camping.

The troops were divided into eight hundred miles, and the sounds of fifty strings were turned over and outside the border, and the soldiers were fired on the battlefield.

The horse made Lu is fast, and the bow is astonished as a thunderbolt.

To resolve the affairs of the king and win the reputation of his life and death, it will be a pity!”

With Xiao Fan's ups and downs tone of Shixian's voice, everyone's emotions were mobilized.

Whether it is a civil servant, a military general, or even His Majesty the Emperor, the scene of rolling yellow sand, golden swords and iron horses, and fighting on the battlefield appears in his mind.

In particular, many old generals have turned gray on their temples. When they hear the last few words, they can't help but burst into tears when they think back to their life in the military.

"That's amazing, so amazing!"

Zhuang Mohan stood up tremblingly, his white beard trembling with excitement.

"I didn't expect that, I didn't expect that the literary world today would have an unparalleled talent like Mr. Fan! The poetic talent of the little Fan is already at its peak, and today's first lyricist is no less than his own! What a brilliant literary talent is this?"

"What a pity, I'm old and can't live long. How good it would be if I had been born decades later. Xiao Fan's poem fairy is still so young now, and how many famous works will he make in the future!"

Seeing the great scholar Zhuang Mohan beat his chest and stamping his feet, he praised him and almost burst into tears, which made Fan Tian's face turn red and he felt a little embarrassed.

However, Fan Tian immediately returned to his calmness and happily accepted the worshipful gazes of the civil and military officials of the court.

It’s not because he is thick-skinned. After all, as the protagonist of heaven and earth, he should pay attention to wherever he goes, and it is normal to gain a large number of fans.

Even Wang Mang couldn't help but sigh: "Young Master Fan is famous all over the world for his poetry. I didn't expect... I was so surprised that he had such a talent in lyrics!"

"It's just..." His Majesty the Emperor showed a pity and said, "Xiao Fan's poems are countless, but there is only this poem, so I still can't listen to it!"

"Your Majesty, you don't have to worry."

Fan Tian showed joy on his face and bowed confidently: "Since Your Majesty still wants to hear it, Caomin will write a poem for Your Majesty!"

As he said that, Fan Tian turned his gaze, glanced at him inadvertently, and glanced at a painting hanging in the corridor beside the hall.

The content of this painting is a snowy scene in winter. It can be seen from the hands of famous masters. I saw that the vast earth was covered with white snow, which was filled with indescribable solemnity and desolation.

"What a beautiful snow scene!"

Fan Tian shook his head and sighed seemingly unintentionally.

Then, his expression became serious, and he chanted in a deep voice as he paced:

"The scenery of the north is filled with ice for thousands of miles and snow for thousands of miles.

Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there are only the vastness; the river is rising and falling, and the river suddenly loses surging.

The silver snake dances in the mountains, and the wax figures are galloping, trying to compete with the heavens.

On sunny days, I look at the red dress and it is very charming.

The country is so beautiful that countless heroes are competing for the competition.

The Qin Emperor and Han Emperor were slightly inferior to the literary talent; the Tang Emperor and Song ancestors were slightly inferior to the charming style.

Genghis Khan, a genius of a generation, only knew how to bending a bow and shooting eagles.

All have passed, and there are several romantic figures, and I still look at the present day.”

...

After reading this poem, the whole seat was silent, and the needle could be heard.

All the civil and military officials in the court changed their faces.

Even the world seems to have changed color.

It is the autumn of the first year of the New Year. Winter has not yet arrived, but it seems as if snow has fallen on the earth, as if it is right in front of you!

"Oh my God, my God!"

Zhuang Mohan stood up tremblingly, his expression even more excited than before, and said:
Chapter completed!