Yuan Shao's proposal was approved by Liu Hong.

"This suggestion is good! I'm the emperor's nephew, just write a poem improvise." Liu Hong's only normal hobby was writing poems, and he looked at Liu Pan with a keen look.

If you use excuses at this time, it will be like resisting the order and failing to comply with it.

All Liu Pan's previous contributions will be gone in an instant.

"I'll try it." Liu Pan agreed.

Isn't it just writing poetry?

Who is afraid of whom!

After pretending to walk a few steps in the hall, Liu Pan recited the first poem: "The country is so beautiful that it has attracted countless heroes to bow their backs!"

This is... a poem?

The poems emphasize neat parallelism and rhyme.

There is nothing in Liu Pan’s sentence just now that meets the requirements for writing poetry.

He Jinle is so happy. This kid really can’t write poetry! He is sure to lose his face!

The unnaturalness on Liu Biao's face became more obvious.

Cao Cao turned his head in surprise, with both worry and relief in his eyes.

It seems that genius has a end, and Liu Pan is afraid that it will not end today.

Other ministers followed and no one was optimistic about Liu Pan.

Just when people thought Liu Pan was going to make a fool of himself, he continued to recite:

"In the past, the five hegemons in the Spring and Autumn Period were slightly inferior to their literary talent; the seven heroes in the Warring States Period were slightly inferior to those in the style!"

"A generation of geniuses, the First Emperor Ying Zheng, only knows how to destroy the six owls!"

"All gone..."

"Count the romantic figures and look at my Han Dynasty!"

No matter which sentence you take out alone, it cannot be considered a poem.

But when you put these sentences together, it is so catchy.

The deep meaning contained in it is even more fascinating and memorable.

Everyone in the hall, including Liu Hong, couldn't help but repeat the story with Liu Pan.

The more I chewed, the more I found that this unique "poetry" was particularly flavorful!

For a moment, a needle fell from the hall could be heard.

People are immersed in the artistic conception created by this poem and cannot extricate themselves.

He Jin was a butcher and didn’t recognize many big words, so how could he write poems?

Seeing that no one was talking, he thought people were speechless about Liu Pan's random fabrications.

It was a coincidence that the two little yellow doors who went down to get the wine were back.

He Jin snatched the wine jar from their hands and came to Liu Pan: "Do you still have the mood to drink this wine?"

"General..." Yuan Shao was about to cry.

He was born in the Yuan family, of course he could tell what level of Liu Pan's poem just now was.

He really wanted to stop He Jin from humiliating himself, but... he couldn't do it at all!

In this hall, where can he speak again? Didn’t you see Yuan Feng, and the two brothers Yuan Wei glared at him at the same time?

Liu Pan reached out to take the jar of wine and looked at He Jin with a smile: "Of course I still have to drink this wine. Why would I give you a few poems to the general today?"

Still think it's ugly enough?

Since you want to commit suicide, can I, He Jin, still stop you?

He Jin, who was not familiar with literature, thought that the conspiracy had succeeded, but Liu Pan had already forced him to give up.

Little did he know that he was the one who became the laughing stock.

"The last general Cao Cao is willing to copy the masterpiece for the Yongliehou!" Cao Cao was really shocked by Liu Pan's talent. He didn't want to see such masterpieces lost, so he wanted to record them and spread them to the world.

"allow!"

Liu Hong loudly approved Cao Cao's request.

There was obvious excitement in the voice.

The small yellow door brought the table and placed it in the main hall.

Cao Cao knelt in front of the table and just picked up his pen.

With a "bang", Liu Pan slapped open the mud seal with a slap, raised the jar and poured a large sip of wine into his mouth.

He sniffed at He Jin and a masterpiece that was eternal from Liu Pan's mouth:

"When I was drunk, I looked at the sword with my lamp, and dreamed of blowing the horns and camps. I divided my troops under my command for eight hundred miles, and I heard the sound of fifty strings. I drew soldiers on the battlefield... I ended the affairs of the king and won the reputation of my life and the death!"

Good poem!

Let’s talk about digital language based on the topic of wine.

It vividly created the tragic battles on the battlefield, and also expressed its aspiration to kill the enemy and serve the country and make achievements.

The previous few sentences make a sharp contrast with the tragic battle on the battlefield.

Taking the opportunity to mock He Jin for not being able to lead troops to fight and not knowing military affairs. As a general, he would only stay in the peaceful Luoyang City to act as a mighty person.

Who defeated the Yellow Turban Rebels in Youzhou?

Who is the one who is divided into 800 miles?

It's me, Liu Pan!

I have nothing to do with you, a product who only knows how to talk about war on paper!

Finally, he flattered His Majesty and explained his wish to be a loyal minister.

I only hope to pacify the emperor and stick to the reputation and honor during his lifetime and after his death!

Isn’t this a loyal minister?

"The masterpiece of the emperor's nephew should be clear!" Liu Hong clapped his hands repeatedly and praised him.

He was not very good at writing poetry, but he still had the ability to appreciate it. He ordered the construction of Hongdumen School because he loved poetry.

Liu Pan's poem with a unique genre made Liu Hong feel excited.

If there were more royal relatives like Liu Pan, the world would have been peaceful! Liu Hong could also hide in the harem with peace of mind to do whatever he wanted.

He Jin's face turned ugly.

No matter how stupid he was, he could hear Liu Pan's implicit irony.

I also know that those strange-sounding sentences are indeed a good poem.

Otherwise, with the temper of our emperor, His Majesty, he would have beaten him with a big stick, and he could still slap him and praise him with a happy face?

Ignoring He Jin's ugly pig face, Liu Pan held the wine jar and drank two more mouthfuls, changed his steps and came to the front of the Yuan brothers, the leader of the civil servant.

"Lanling wine, tulips, jade bowls hold amber light. But the owner can get drunk with guests and don't know where it is a foreign land!"

There is wine in the poem.

There is also goodwill hidden deep in the heart.

The Yuan brothers understood Liu Pan’s thoughts.

As long as they can control Yuan Shao and others, Liu Pan is willing to drink and chat with them and fall into the prosperous Luoyang City.

The two brothers nodded slightly to Liu Pan and accepted his kindness: "Mr. Yonglie is very good at drinking! Very elegant! Very literary! You are welcome to come to the mansion to drink at any time."

Liu Pan raised the wine jar and responded to them with a toast.

After several large mouthfuls of aged wine entered his throat, Liu Pan walked down the civil servant's queue and came to Wang Yun.

Wang Yun is not Situ who later replaced Yuan Wei, and his current official position is Shangshu Ling.

With the help of drinking, Liu Pan said unrestrainedly: "Liu Pan is brave today, so I will give a poem to the lady in the house."

Wang Yun couldn't tell whether Liu Pan was the truth or the drunken words, and thought to himself: How did he know my daughter Diao Chan?

Wang Yun protects this baby daughter very well and never lets her show up in public. Not many people know about it in Luoyang City.

Otherwise, with Diao Chan's beauty, the young talent in the city would have long since stepped on the threshold of Wang Yun's family.

However, Liu Pan did not say Diao Chan's name, and obviously he also wanted to protect him. Could it be that he really liked my daughter?

"When will the bright moon come? I ask the blue sky with wine. I don't know what palaces in the sky are now and what year is... I hope that people will live long and share the beauty of the moon together from thousands of miles away!"

A strong feeling came to my face.

Wang Yun was very suspicious whether the boy in front of him had already cooked rice with his daughter!
Chapter completed!