As soon as the two of them finished talking about this topic, they heard cheers outside. The King of Heaven called the guard in and asked what was wrong. The guard explained that a literati wrote a masterpiece, and the audience praised the poem.

“Who wrote it?”

"Not clear, no signature."

"Oh, if you have such an interesting thing, do you not sign the poems you wrote?"

The two became interested and walked out of the private room. Following the guard's finger, they saw two scholars dressed in people. When the Nantian King saw it, he murmured, "It's him."

"know?"

"He is a celebrity. Chen Xiuping, JAC, heard of this name, is him."

The name of Chen Xiuping in Jianghuai was circulating among the rebels before. In the Battle of Kaicheng, the name of Chen Xiuping was famous all over the world. The rebels' march at that time did not stop for a moment. Because of Chen Xiuping, the Battle of Kaicheng was delayed for three days, resulting in the Xinsong army in Jianghuai City evacuation in time. The rebels' first plan was to drive directly from the canal outside Kaicheng to Jianghuai City and other places, but hesitating about Chen Xiuping's delay, the plan was shattered alive.

"Then why did he dare to appear in Hangzhou? Are you not afraid of being arrested?"

"He joined the faction of Buddha Saint, the mountain captain of the academy. It should be a problem with the war in Jianghuai City, so he fled here."

Chen Xiuping, who was sitting in the hall, didn't know that he had been discussed by the two rebel bosses. Zhou Yating, who was sitting next to Chen Xiuping, looked like a fan, and thought of the poem Chen Xiuping had just written. When he carefully appreciated it, it was a pity that the gods were like a fan.

The name of the lyrics is Qinyuanchun and is titled Xue.

The content is the scenery of the north, with thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow.

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 of them have gone, and there are several romantic figures, and I still look at the present day.

The momentum of this poem is so surging. After reading it, Zhou Yating couldn't help but imagine the snowy scenery in Jianghuai City today. Going a little further north, the scenery on the frontier. Later, when facing the description of the hero, he described the country as a beauty. Since ancient times, heroes have been sad to pass the beauty. This association really has only two words, which is wonderful.

This poem was written by a great man. Chen Xiuping admired this great man very much and wished he could live with this great man in the same era. In this place, it was also a place for celebrities. It was a blessing to make the great man's poems famous in this new Song Dynasty. As for not signing, it was Chen Xiuping's tribute to this great man. This poem can only be signed by that great man.

"Your talent is really a compliment. The prince accepted you as his disciple. It was a big deal in Jianghuai City. Everyone said you were not worthy. If your poem was written at the Jianghuai Poetry Conference, it would probably make those literati feel constantly. Those girls would probably agree to you when they see you."

Zhou Yating was not stingy with her praise because the man in front of her deserved these praises.

"Oh, I agreed to come out and have fun. If I hadn't seen your desire for this East China Pearl, I wouldn't be interested. Fame is useless."
Chapter completed!