Super Three-child Dad: Sign In To Become the Richest Man - Chapter 279

“Jiang Han, please.”

“Take wine as a poem, and let the king and Aijia lead your style.” Empress He raised her hand.

Xiyue blinked at Jiang Han, her face full of anticipation.

Since Jiang Han entered the dynasty, his skills, looks, resourcefulness, and economics are naturally top-notch.

Only did not show literary talent.

In the Eastern Region, martial arts are important, but it is also the land of Wenchang.

If Jiang Han can show his literary talent, it is undoubtedly perfect.

“good!”

“Jiang is not talented. Today, I will use wine as a poem, and I will write a few poems.”

Jiang Han is almost ready.

He got up and came to the temple, took a few steps in the rotation, suddenly looked up to the sky and drank heavily, roaring out:

“Don’t you see, the water of the East River comes from the sky, and it runs to the sea and never returns.”

“You can’t see, Gaotang Mingjing is sad and white hair, the morning is like blue silk and the evening turns into snow.”

“You must be happy in life, and don’t let the golden bottle face the moon.”

“I was born to be useful, and I will come back after all the money is gone…”

The song “Jiangjinjiu”, which is shocking and crying ghosts and gods, blurted out with pride.

The majesty and the majestic momentum of the mountains and rivers.

The romantic, free and easy life realm burst out in an instant.

Meng Zhou and the ministers were initially waiting to see Jiang Han make a fool of himself.

Unexpectedly, when the first sentence came out, everyone’s scalp exploded.

In the second sentence, the audience was silent, and everyone looked at the gorgeous young man in astonishment.

What they saw was no longer Jiang Han.

It is the figure of the poets and saints of the past dynasties in the Eastern Region.

Only those heroes and ghosts can write such magnificent poems.

“Father, mother, this poem is too good.”

Xiyue’s worshippers are about to cry.

He hurriedly took credit for Jiang Han in front of his mother.

However, Murong Xu and Empress He were still immersed in poetry, unable to extricate themselves, and did not hear their daughter’s words at all.

“Quick, quick!”

“Bring a pen.”

“If such a famous sentence is missed, it will be a pity for my descendants in the Eastern Region.”

Meng Zhou was the first to come back to his senses and shouted loudly.

Murong Xu also shouted: “Jiang is so talented, prepare paper and ink quickly.”

Immediately, an **** splashed paper and ink in the hall.

The recorder wants to come forward to record.

Meng Zhou pushed it aside: “No, the old man will remember it himself.”

Such a name has been passed down through the ages, and when it is passed on for future generations, he is afraid that these people will record it wrong.

A beautiful poem, even if it is a wrong word, it is a sin, and it is irresponsible to future generations.

He quickly dipped in ink and recorded it.

After finishing one song, Jiang Han stopped.

He needs to think about it, but he can’t help it. He hasn’t recited poems for a long time, and he really has no bottom.

It is very good that it is outside the domain, even if it is wrong, it is not ashamed.

Of course, people like the Yellow River were afraid that they could not explain clearly, so he directly changed it to the name of the place in the region, and the people in the province were talking about it.

“good!”

“Poetry is really good poetry. I think that Jiang Zemin had to waste his life to get this essence.”

“Next, it should be Jiang Lang’s work, why don’t you come to the last word?”

Prince Guo Murong Kai stood up and snorted coldly.

“That’s right, since ancient times, poetry and poetry are both excellent. You can only write poetry, but you don’t know how to recite poetry.

“If the prince is embarrassing me, how can there be such a talented person in this world?”

Jiang Han sighed slightly.

“Jiang Envoy has always been arrogant, could it be that he doesn’t dare?” Prince Guo was quite proud.

“No, it’s just that the words are not as proficient in poetry, and I’m afraid that they will be ugly and laughable.” Jiang Han was a little cowardly.

“Hey, if there are good poems, there must be good words. Jiang Envoy, don’t wait for me to be polite.”

Seeing Jiang Han pushing from left to right, Prince Guo was secretly delighted, it seemed that Jiang Han was nothing more than that.

Just forcing him to show his ugliness and kill the prestige of this kid.

“Okay, since Prince Guo is so gracious, then I will present a humble poem.”

“Come on wine!”

Jiang Han shouted.

“Xiyue, pour the wine for the envoy Jiang.” Murong Xu said proudly.

Xiyue was overjoyed.

The father asked her to pour wine for Jiang Han in front of the civil and military people of the dynasty. Does this mean that she has acquiesced…

She didn’t care about being shy, she hurriedly took the fine wine and walked over.

“Sir Jiang, I’ll pour you wine, write a good poem, and show off the literary world of the Eastern Regions.” Xiyue blushed softly and whispered.

“Jiang Han will never disgrace the princess’ request.”

Jiang Han raised his glass to the sky and drank it.

“When will the moon be there, ask Qingtian for the wine!”

Jiang Han raised his hand and it was a sentence that shook the world and cried ghosts and gods.

“I don’t know the palace in the sky, what year is it today? I want to go back by the wind, but I’m afraid of Qionglou Yuyu…”

“People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny. It is difficult to complete this matter. I hope that people will live long and live together for thousands of miles?”

After one word, the people in the hall are all sad, silent, and if they realize something.

This silence lasted for a few minutes.

“Good words, good words, this word can be called the first word in history. Throughout the thousand years of my Eastern Region, there has never been a word with such a brilliant literary talent that can teach people to understand.”

“well!”

Meng Zhou couldn’t care about the etiquette of the court, and shouted frantically.

“Prince Guo, what about Jiang Han’s words?” Murong Xu asked.

“Okay, too, great.” Prince Guo wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

He understood.

Jiang Han, this old pit ratio, is deliberately hiding his clumsiness.

Xie Jun also hates itching teeth.

Damn, let Jiang Han put the goods on again.

“Your Majesty, I have an army of black dragons in the north of the eastern region, and there are red dragons in the south. If such a sad word is widely spread in the country, it will not be in line with morale and national conditions.”

“Please think twice, Your Majesty.”

Xie Zhongshi suddenly stood up and said loudly.

“Master Xie, poetry is a classic, how can good poetry and good words be forcibly compared with the national conditions.” Meng Zhou frowned and refuted.

“Humph.”

“Master is arrogant in the Sinology Museum all day long, how can you know the dangers of the frontier, if the children of the frontier are all thinking about Chanjuan, how will my Yellow Dragon Dynasty build an army of iron and blood?”

Xie Zhongshi proudly refuted.

“That’s right.”

“Even if it is poetry, it should urge people to move up, inspire pride, and boost the morale of soldiers. It is what really benefits the country and the people.”

“Otherwise, what’s the use of being so coquettish?”

Murong Zhan finally spoke up.

Murong Xu and Empress He frowned at the same time, who wanted to admire Jiang Han.

Such a beautiful poem, being crowned a war by these people, it is simply nonsense.

It’s just that what these people say is reasonable, and they are both confidants and right-handers, so they won’t turn their faces on the spot.

“Envoy Jiang, did you hear me?”

“King Dong said that your poems have nothing to do with the war and are not good for morale.”

“I wonder if you have a good poem on the frontier?”

Murong Xu played Tai Chi and kicked the ball to Jiang Han.

“The frontier fortress is bitter and cold, and there is no war in the Dragon Kingdom. People like Jiang Shi in a peaceful and prosperous world do not know the suffering of warriors.”

“If you have literary talent without experience, I’m afraid that what you write will also have no soul and courage.”

Xie Zhongshi sneered.

“Master Xie is right.”

“There are indeed no soldiers in the Dragon Country, but everyone here knows that I am building a new army in the Dragon Country. Every day, I eat and live with the sergeants, run thousands of miles, and hard training is also a common thing.”

“I can’t say how much I feel, there are still small experiences.”

Jiang Han was slow and slow, and laughed loudly.

“So, Jiang Envoy also has good poetry and prose?” Meng Zhou wrote again and asked with great joy.

“Good or bad, I dare not say.”

“Everyone, just listen to it.”

Jiang Han looked around at everyone, arrogant.

“Princess, please put the pot on me.” Jiang Han looked at Xiyue.

“Master Jiang, please.” Xiyue Yingying bent down and offered a pot to Jiang Han.

The ministers were all stunned.

The dignified princess, the queen’s daughter, the king’s favorite daughter, was so respectful to Jiang Han.

But he couldn’t say anything.

Empress He and Murong Xu exchanged glances with each other.

My daughter has always been arrogant and lawless.

But this kind of tenderness is unprecedented.

Seeing the girl’s graceful bow, the two saw Xiyue’s heart and realized that her daughter had finally grown up and was no longer the child who only knew how to play.

Look at Jiang Han and Xiyue again.

A talented man, a woman, as brilliant as a double wall.

The two shook hands, and the answer was already in their eyes.

“Thank you princess.”

Jiang Han also bowed even more, not daring to be frivolous at all.

The two bowed to each other, like a husband and wife, and Xie Jun’s teeth were almost broken.

“Why are you panicking, calm down.” Xie Zhongshi glared at his son.

“Hmph, I want to see how he, a man who hasn’t fought, can write a famous sentence on the frontier.” Xie Jun gritted his teeth.

“The black cloud is pressing down on the city and the city is about to be destroyed. Jiaguang opens golden scales to the sun… to report the emperor’s favor on the golden platform, and to help Yulong die for the emperor.”

This word comes out.

Murong Xu was the first to take the case: “Okay, it’s a good one to help Yulong die for the king, and my soldiers of the three armies should be like this.”

Jiang Han drinking hard in the sky is another noun.

What a joke.

In China for five thousand years, there are thousands of people who are generous and elegiac, and there are countless people who die for patriotism.

“Drinking the lamp to look at the sword, dreaming back to the corner of the company. Eight hundred miles of subordinates are burned, fifty strings are turned outside the fortress, and soldiers are ordered in autumn…”

A word by Xin Qiji once again exploded the audience.

Jiang Han was still reciting the golden verses.

Think where.

“Ha ha!”

Meng Zhou also wrote hard and kept laughing.

Big hair now.

Jiang Han recited all the famous sentences of the ages, and everyone who listened to it was fascinated, only hating Jiang Han for never stopping.

“Dry wine!”

“Your Majesty, the talents of the ministers have been exhausted, please let the ministers go.”

From the Book of Songs to the Tang Poems and Song Poems, Jiang Han recited hundreds of poems in a row.

“good!”

“good!”

“Come here, reward Jiang Han again!”

“Last time the solitary king gave Jiang Envoy a sword. I never thought that your literary talent was so heroic. Come on, bring the four treasures of the solitary king’s study and reward Jiang Envoy.”

Murong Xu exclaimed with joy, and he really loved Jiang Han, so he ordered it immediately.

Immediately, an **** brought in the four treasures of the study that Murong Xu usually used to review memorials.

“Thank you, King.” Jiang Han happily accepted the reward.

What he lacks most now is prestige.

Today, this poem appears, it must be famous outside the domain, and it will also have the capital for promotion since then.

“Hey!”

Murong Zhan and the others also nodded.

I originally wanted to attack Jiang Han, but I didn’t expect this kid to show his face.

As soon as this literary talent comes out today, no matter whether it is a scholar or a frontier soldier, I am afraid that the poems of this kid will be praised.

As a result, Jiang Han gained prestige in his career in the DPRK, China and Japan, and it became more and more difficult to deal with.

“Your Majesty.”

“Your Majesty.”

“A total of ninety-three articles have been recorded, and the blessings of my Eastern Regions, the blessings of future descendants of Eastern Regions.”

“Your Majesty will test Jiang Lang in the palace today, and it will surely become a legend through the ages, and it will forever be part of history.”

The old master Meng Zhou stood up and cupped his hands in congratulations.

“Haha, in this way, the Lone King also took the light of Jiang’s envoy.”

“Okay, okay, give Jiang Lang some more wine!”

Murong Xu was overjoyed.

He came to usurp the throne, and he has always been worried about the evaluation of him in the history books of later generations, so he pays great attention to his reputation.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Han’s name will be passed down to the world today, and his king will naturally shine on the same day.

Thinking of this, he became more and more happy, and the more he saw Jiang Han, the more he fell in love.

Xiyue also blinked at Jiang Han.

The ambiguous feelings between the two were fully revealed, and Xie Jun’s anxious eyes were red at the side.

He also wanted to write good poetry.

But Jiang Han didn’t even have the slightest literary talent, so he couldn’t compare.

In the thesis, he is not as good as Jiang Han.

In terms of ball skills, he’s not as good either.

Now there is only one path left.

Yes, on martial arts.

After all, outside the territory is based on martial arts, and as a disciple of the sword god, this is the most brilliant trump card.

To be able to kill Jiang Han with one sword today.

What kind of poetry is so bullshit.

Thinking of this, Xie Jun got up and said, “Your Majesty, the minister has played.”

“What’s your play?” Murong Xu was not very interested.

Of course he knew what Xie Junan had in mind. Jiang Han spent a lot of energy writing poetry and drinking dozens of pots.

“Your Majesty, I have heard that Jiang’s envoy repaired it to be successful. I advocate literature and martial arts in the Eastern Region, and Xie Jun is not talented. I would like to ask for advice.” Xie Jun handed over and asked for an order.