Directed Leakage of Inner Voice: I Pretended to Be a God Undergoing Tribulations Chapter 361

But soon, Yue Fuguang would teach him a lesson and use facts to tell him that yes, it really gets tiring!

Yue Fuguang took a final glance at the few people who had already started scribbling furiously. At this mont, the six of them no longer represented just themselves, but the literary foundations of their respective nations.

Yue Fuguang closed her eyes and began to randomly pull from the Tang and Song dynasty poems to recite.

After seeing through their intentions in the first round, she had held back when writing her poems and didn't play her trump cards, the eternal masterpieces.

She had saved them all for this mont to show off all at once. Thus, the mont she spoke, she stunned everyone.

The first to enter the fray was the great Su Dongpo. She recited, When will the bright moon appear? With a cup of wine in my hand, I ask the blue sky. I do not know what year it is tonight in the celestial palaces on high. I wish to ride the wind and return there...

Others were astounded by the profound longing and heartfelt emotion in the poem. To write sothing so exquisitely unparalleled was truly a harmony of heaven and humanity!

anwhile, as Emperor Mingxi and his officials marveled at the poem's brilliance, a trace of worry flashed through their hearts. When the Immortal Lord said, I do not know what year it is tonight in the celestial palaces on high, was she feeling hosick?

She even said she wished to ride the wind and return!

The crowd was reaching out desperately like Erkang in their hearts, with only one thought in mind: Junior Preceptor, please don't abandon us!

Unconcerned with what the emperor and his ministers were thinking, Yue Fuguang just kept her eyes closed and focused on reciting her poems, bringing out another of Mr. Dongpo's masterpieces, The Great River flows east, its waves washing away all the gallant heroes of a thousand ages...

A poem of majestic montum unfolded before everyone's eyes. Wenren Xin and the others, who had been furiously writing poetry, already felt their Dao hearts wavering when the Prelude to Water lody ca out.

However, they could still barely hold on and continue writing.

But once Nian Nu Jiao was recited, Kong You, the most poetically talented among them, was ironically the first to have his Dao heart shattered.

He had written poetry for three years and listened to so many grandmasters write poems, yet not a single one could compare to the Prelude to Water lody, let alone Nian Nu Jiao.

He knew that even if he wrote for the rest of his life, he could never catch up to these two poems.

And it wasn't over yet. Yue Fuguang continued to bring out, Bamboo staff and straw sandals are lighter and better than horses, who is afraid? A palm-leaf cape and a misty rain, I will spend my life as I please...

Clack!

The pen in Kong You's hand fell powerlessly onto the table, the ink instantly blooming and ruining a poem he had just finished writing.

Sob, sob, sob!

Before the mbers of the Nanzhao diplomatic mission even had ti to feel heartache over the ruined poem, they heard suppressed, despairing sobs coming from Kong You.

He was crying not only because he was struck hard by Yue Fuguang's three eternal masterpieces, but also because he clearly knew his Dao heart was broken. He, Kong You, would never be able to write poetry again in this lifeti!

The desperate sobbing echoing in her ears did not make Yue Fuguang stop in the slightest. She then brought out a Jiang Cheng Zi, Ten years of life and death, vast and boundless. Though I try not to think of it, I can hardly forget...

The mont this poem ca out, Kong You was no longer the only one crying. Suppressed sobs rose one after another, and a grief-stricken feeling of longing spread and infected the entire great hall.

Who didn't have one or two people they longed to see but could never see again, worthy of their yearning?

If they hadn't considered that today was Emperor Mingxi's birthday, a joyous occasion.

Given the ti, place, and atmosphere, this place would probably have turned into a mourning hall!

Hearing even more crying, Yue Fuguang rely grumbled inwardly about how sentintal the ancients were, and then switched to soone else. This ti, she enlisted the great Li Bai to liven up the overly sorrowful atmosphere.

Do you not see the waters of the Yang River coming from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning... The Great Yan Dynasty didn't have the Yellow River; its largest and longest river was called the Yang River, so she cleverly swapped the na.

When it ca to Master Cen and Dan Qiusheng, Yue Fuguang decisively swapped them for the courtesy nas of Wu Yong and Feng Tang: Wu Xingzhi, Feng Jianyue, bring in the wine, let your cups never rest...

Wu Yong, who was still scribbling away to record the poems, instinctively let his hand tremble upon hearing his own courtesy na featured in the Junior Preceptor's poem. As a result, his and Feng Tang's courtesy nas under his pen were so ssy they were almost unrecognizable.

Behind him, Feng Tang was taken aback for a mont. After his pleasant surprise, he looked at Wu Yong's handwriting and couldn't help but frown. With a grab of his large hand, he lifted Wu Yong by the collar, tossed him to the side, and quickly sat down himself to begin furiously recording.

Wu Yong cried out in his heart, I'm not tired yet!

But he didn't dare to shout it out loud, afraid that making a sound would interrupt the Junior Preceptor's gushing stream of poetic inspiration.

He looked left and right, only to find that the closest empty desk belonged to Kong You. As for Kong You, the man had already slumped to the side, silently shedding tears.

Wu Yong glanced at him and, without a second word, sat right down.

Looking at Kong You, who clearly had nothing left to live for, he shook his head. Of all the people to provoke, you just had to provoke our Junior Preceptor!

Haven't you seen that no matter who you are, the grass on the graves of those who provoked her is already growing tall?

With Kong You's Dao heart broken, Wenren Xin, Song Yu, and the others were now also faintly seeping blood from the corners of their mouths.

The few who had been barely holding on heard a crack the mont Bring in the Wine was recited!

It seed sothing had snapped!

Seeking and searching, cold and desolate...

The east wind at night blows open thousands of flowering trees... I search for him hundreds and thousands of tis in the crowd. Suddenly, I turn my head, and there that person is, right where the lanterns are waning.

Inside the great hall, whether it was the monarch and officials of the Great Yan or the mbers of the diplomatic missions, everyone was captivated by these exquisite poems and wine. There was no longer anyone drinking or chatting. So gathered around, while others leaned back in their chairs with their eyes closed, quietly experiencing the profound atmosphere within the verses.

When will the spring flowers and autumn moon co to an end? How much of the past do we know? I ask you...

Stop writing, I surrender! I... surrender! The mont Li Yu's The Beautiful Lady Yu ca out, Kong You, who had been curled up at Wu Yong's feet, could no longer bear it. Word by word, he shouted his surrender.

He was the most anguished one at this mont. His Dao heart was already shattered. If Yue Fuguang didn't stop, he feared that not only would he be unable to write poetry in the future, but he might not even dare to pick up a pen to write essays.

Couldn't they see that the entire hall was silent, completely won over by her poetry? Surrendering wasn't shaful for him!

Hearing the surrender, Yue Fuguang didn't even lift her eyes, continuing, Sing while drinking wine, for how long does life last? It is like the morning dew, and the days passed are full of sorrow...

The wind is urgent, the sky is high, and the apes cry mournfully...

I, I also surrender! Wenren Xin, with a deathly pale face, stared at Yue Fuguang with terrified eyes, as if looking at so terrifying beast.

With red eyes, he looked at Gan Tang and said sorrowfully, Princess! We have lost! A year of preparation, ruined in an instant.

This was not just a matter of losing a bit of ground. He could imagine what a massive uproar the na Yue Fuguang would cause among scholars starting tomorrow!

So people in his Southern Yue might even enshrine Yue Fuguang on an altar like the common folk do!

In the future, if His Majesty and the officials wanted to touch her, those stubborn scholars... Wenren Xin shook his head in agony. This ti, they had truly tried to steal a chicken only to lose the rice!

Hearing Wenren Xin surrender, Yue Fuguang still showed no intention of stopping.

Since she had already started, wouldn't it be a pity to waste this great opportunity and not let these eternal masterpieces continue to be sung in this world!

Not to ntion, there were still three people stubbornly holding out!

Song Yu, Lan Fengling, and Oshima thought to themselves: How are we stubbornly holding out? We are simply crushed by these poems to the point of being speechless.

Even Wenren Xin and Kong You had surrendered; how could they possibly have the ability to hold out!

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A jug of wine among the flowers, drinking alone with no companions...

Last night the rain was sparse and the wind was fierce, deep sleep...

...Yue Fuguang continued reciting her poems.