Stand-in eunuch: I pamper the harem for the emperor

Chapter 320 Write a poem for you
"Princess, what do you think of this poem?"

A faint smile appeared on Lu Hao's lips.

"Good poem! Good poem!"

Nangong Ruoxue was lost for a while and could only nod slightly.

"Would you like me to write a poem specifically for the princess?"

Lu Hao grinned.

"Yeah!"

Nangong Ruoxue was extremely happy.

"Write poems for you to stop you, do the impossible for you! I learned to write poems for you. Lose your mind for you, write poems for you to move your heart, play all the lines of love songs for you..."

Lu Hao's voice transformed into a song.

The singing is melodious and emotional, elegant and mellow, graceful and pleasant, and contains infinite affection.

Maybe it was because he had drunk some wine, but Lu Hao's singing voice was a bit intoxicating and a bit affectionate, which made Nangong Ruoxue even more fascinated.

"I forgot to mention, the most beautiful thing is...your name..."

Lu Hao sang the last few words and his eyes fell on the beauty's face again.

Nangong Ruoxue suddenly felt that her heartbeat seemed to slow down by half a beat, and her little heart almost jumped out.

The heart is like a deer bumping around!

The surging heartbeat of youth, the throbbing of an innocent girl, made her heart seem to sink completely.

"Mr. Wen, what do you think of these poems by Ben Xiang? Do you want Ben Xiang to write a few more?"

Lu Hao looked provocative.

Wen Zhimo's face was ashen now, and he felt as if he had been beaten internally.

"The Prime Minister's literary talent is outstanding, and his words are well-written, which is beyond my expectation. In this round, I lost completely! However, the song that follows..."

Wen Zhimo said with a dark face.

"Mr. Wen, the song also comes from poetry, but some rhythm is added. I can't wait for the elegant hall!"

Lu Hao smiled calmly.

He turned to look at Nangong Ruoxue, looked up and down, and suddenly chanted: "There is a girl in Nangong who has just grown up. She was raised in a deep boudoir and no one knows her. It is hard to give up on her natural beauty. Once she comes out of the palace, the world will be shocked!"

After Lu Hao adapted the famous "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" and mapped it on Nangong Ruoxue, it seemed quite complementary.

The most important thing is that Nangong Ruoxue knew that Lu Hao wrote poems specifically for her. Her face was shy, her heart was beating wildly, and her little face was as red as a red apple.

"Looking back, a smile will make you charming. The six palaces are pink and black, the clouds on the temples are full of flowers and golden steps, and the hibiscus tent is a warm spring night."

When Lu Hao recited to this point.

Nangong Ruoxue was even more ashamed, wishing she could dig a hole and get in.

"Who wants to have sex with you? Shameless!"

Nangong Ruoxue cursed in a low voice, but she looked shy.

Everyone knew that the prime minister was flirting with the girl, and they suddenly started to cheer and get excited.

"The spring night is bitter and the days are high. From now on, the king will not go to court early. There are 3000 beauties in the harem, and three thousand loves are all in one!"

Lu Hao continued to chant, causing everyone to scream.

Nangong Ruoxue was infinitely shy, with charming eyes like silk, and eyes as tender as water as she looked at Lu Hao, and she almost committed herself to him right away.

What an awesome Prime Minister!

He conquered this proud little princess so quickly.

"The Prime Minister is mighty! The Prime Minister is domineering!"

The crowd cheered.

"Who wants to write poetry in his true form? I will satisfy you all in his true form!"

Lu Hao asked loudly.

Wine strengthens one's courage. He drank a lot tonight, and he was so inspired by poetry that he actually wanted to recite a few more poems.

"Prime Minister, I have been a soldier all my life, fighting on the battlefield, and I would like to sing a song for my general's soldiers." Xuanyuan Dingyuan stood up first.

Although he is now in charge of the Ministry of War, he used to fight all year round and obviously misses the days of fighting on the battlefield.

"The golden belt tied up the battle robe, the horse's head rushed through the snow in Lintao, the flag was rolled up and the Khan's tent was robbed at night, and the Hu soldiers were hacked indiscriminately for lack of precious swords!"

Lu Hao recited a poem casually.

A scene of soldiers bathing in blood on the battlefield suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"The prime minister is so talented that I admire him so much!"

Xuanyuan Dingyuan praised sincerely.

Nangong Ruoxue and others are now completely petrified.

Writing poetry is the highest level in the literary world, and every poem requires careful craftsmanship and repeated consideration.

However, Lu Hao picked it up at his fingertips and wrote poems out of his mouth, and he was like a poetry fairy of his generation.

"The iron clothes were shattered in the battlefields of hundreds of battles, and the south of the city was heavily surrounded. I broke out of the camp and killed the generals hundreds of miles away, and led the remaining soldiers back with thousands of cavalry."

Lu Hao then recited another song.

However, he replaced General Huyan with General Baili, which was more in line with the historical background of Qianyuan Continent.

After all, among the tribes in the north, Baili Tiance is the most powerful.

"The snow-capped mountains are covered by long clouds in Qinghai, and the lonely city looks out to Hangu Pass in the distance. The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and Western Chu will never return until it is broken."

Lu Hao continued to chant.

This time, he changed Yumen Pass to Hangu Pass and Loulan to Xichu, which is more in line with the historical background.

Especially the following sentence, "The yellow sand will wear the golden armor in a hundred battles. If the Western Chu is not broken, it will never be returned." It will soon lead to a collective protest from the Eighteenth Dynasty of the Western Chu.

Isn't this an obvious intention to destroy the Eighteenth Dynasty of Western Chu?
However, these poems also fully exposed Lu Hao's ambition.

"One body fought for three thousand miles, one sword once became a master of millions..."

"The desert is windy and dusty, the sun is dim, and the red flag is half-rolled out of the camp gate..."

"The broken halberd sinks into the sand, but the iron is not sold. It will be washed away and recognized..."

"Lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, the Iron Horse and Glacier falling into a dream..."

Lu Hao's poems flourished for a while, and he was amazed by the frequency of his famous verses.

Wen Zhimo is now completely petrified!

He quickly took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and copied Lu Hao's poems on the spot. There was no trace of his grandeur or the appearance of a leading literary figure.

"Looking at the sword with the light on while drunk, dreaming back to the company of blowing horns, eight hundred li points under the command of the fire, fifty strings turning outside the fortress, autumn soldiers on the battlefield!"

Lu Hao ended with this majestic famous line.

"The Prime Minister is mighty! The Prime Minister is domineering!"

"The Prime Minister is a contemporary poet! Well-deserved No. 1 in the literary world!"

"Master Xiang is a hundred times more powerful than that Wen Zhimo, no wonder he said Master Wen is worthless!"

"Such a versatile prime minister! What a blessing to our Great Yan Empire!"

"..."

Everyone present praised Lu Hao one after another, and they were so impressed with Lu Hao.

Everyone in the Great Sui Empire can only sigh and lament that the Great Yan Empire has produced such a magnificent person.

Su Muqing and Ning Rui, now with dead faces on their faces, looked at their master like a little obsessed girl who was still copying Lu Hao's poems, and they felt like they had been beaten to internal injuries.

Nangong Ruoxue's beautiful eyes were still like water, looking at the guy who seemed drunk but not drunk, half awake but not awake, she was secretly grateful for her father's wise decision in granting the marriage.

Otherwise, how could she have met such a powerful person?
Of course, among this group of people, Dong Xiaowan and Xiao Yun'er, who are actually married to Lu Hao, are also looking at each other with affection and are overjoyed.

These two girls gave their first time to Lu Hao, and they both regarded themselves as Lu Hao's women.

Now I suddenly discovered that this man I loved so much was not only powerful in martial arts, but also talented in literature, and naturally I felt even happier.

(End of this chapter)