Kingdom shaking level

"Alone on a high floor, the wind blows gently, looking far away at a tangle of sorrows."

Cai Xianggao read silently while looking at it.

At the moment he read it, he felt a burst of orange-colored Qi, which suddenly jumped onto the paper, surging high.

As the Qi rose, an indistinct energy figure formed.

"This is..."

Suddenly, Cai Xianggao's body tensed like a needle, emitting an incredible sharp cry.

"He used one stanza to reach the Athenaeum level."

One stanza!

Just one stanza, yet it has achieved "the Athenaeum level".

In other words, his stanza has surpassed half of what Cai Xianggao has just written.

But strictly speaking, poetry is not measured that way.

Both the words and the poetry must convey feelings.

There are poems that start off normal, but with careful editing, the final stanza draws a dragon and dots its eye, transforming the mundane into the miraculous.

There are also poems that start off grand, with talent overflowing, but end up disappointing and becoming ordinary.

But Ye Ning is different.

He has just started, and he has truly exploded.

With just one stanza, he has achieved "the Athenaeum level".

With a poem like this, how could it fail?

Will it fail?

If this poem can be written in its entirety, what level will it ultimately reach?

Cai Xianggao has forgotten that he is competing with Ye Ning.

He has awakened the instinct of a scholar.

Just wanting to be in this moment, witnessing the emergence of a great work.

The crowd held their breath, silently waiting for Ye Ning to continue writing.

The crowd was similar to Cai Xianggao, feeling like they were about to witness history.

All they saw was Ye Ning holding a pen, gently writing the next sentence.

"A patch of mountain grass in the fading sunlight, no one understands the emotions when leaning against the railing."

As soon as he finished writing, his Qi surged again.

Every stroke he wrote emitted a brilliant gleam.

The literary spirit in Ye Ning's body also surged, driving the fragrance of the ink to spread out a hundred times stronger than before.

Even those outside Spring Breeze House could smell the fragrance of the ink.

"The miraculous pen produces blossoms, and the scent of the ink spreads for ten miles..."

The beard of the old savior trembled, and his eyes became moist.

How could such a poem be created?

Yet it gave birth to a divine phenomenon.

At the moment the divine phenomenon appeared, his Qi surged again, causing everyone present to feel startled and suddenly overwhelmed by a faint, solitary flavor.

The emotions conveyed in this poem infected them directly.

"The Provincial Eminence level, Lord Ye has written this poem, and it has reached the level of Provincial Eminence!"

Someone was crying out in shock.

He was moved to tears, wondering who he really was, with three generations of glory, yet able to witness such a magnificent scene unfolding before him!

This gave him a feeling that even if he were to die now, his life would still have been worth it.

"Silence!"

Liu Sanyuan shouted softly, then trembled and said.

"Ye brother, please continue."

He was afraid that someone might disturb Ye Ning.

However, Ye Ning remained unaffected and continued to write with his pen.

"Suddenly feeling like getting drunk, with wine before me, I should sing a song. Trying to force happiness is also tasteless."

As soon as this stanza was written, all the scholars were stunned, still savoring the taste in their mouths.

However, inside Spring Breeze House, a low sob could be heard.

Even the eight beauties could not hold back their tears.

The poem "Butterfly Loves Flower" was written by Liu Yong, who at that time was the person who understood the emotions of women the most.

His poetry touched countless women who were elegant and graceful.

Therefore, one could often become enamored in the Brothel without the need for money.

It could be said that his poetry was a nuclear weapon for women.

Especially for the women in the Brothel, thinking about their lives, every day they had to put on a smiling face, but how many parts of it were truly sincere?

Isn't that matching with the sentence "trying to force happiness is also tasteless"?

The third surge of talent rose again, and the orange color converged in mid-air, turning into a rainbow.

The meaning in the poem conveyed a dull pain, but it expanded in the hearts of everyone.

The women's eyes were continuously filled with tears, and the men who knew their story also felt sympathetic and let out a sigh.

They only lacked the final sentence.

The scholars reluctantly maintained their composure, suppressing the bitterness in their hearts, waiting for the final sentence.

This sentence was the most crucial one.

If it could end without losing its standards, there was a high chance that it would become a masterpiece like "the level of Kingdom shaking".

Under the gaze of everyone, Ye Ning slowly finished writing the final sentence.

Liu Sanyuan was beside him, his eyes widened involuntarily as he read aloud.

"The robe gradually widened, and in the end, there was no regret, sacrificing everything for him."

This one sentence was finished, and everyone inside the Spring Breeze House cried silently.

This verse was truly written in the deep sorrow of the woman in the brothel.

The women appeared to be radiant and received the admiration of men, but weren't they just toys in the end?

Every day, they were meticulous in their appearance, looking happy, but at night, they suffered endlessly.

Men played around, often making promises, and if they believed, they were hurt more.

But if they didn't believe, shouldn't they still have hope?

Who doesn't hope that one day, they could have a loyal man who could give them a future, but in the end, what did they receive?

It was just "there was no regret, sacrificing everything for him" that they were willing to sacrifice themselves.

This poem, its meaning, is still subject to individual interpretation.

But for these elegant ladies, admiration for Ye Ning is like riding on a rocket, increasing rapidly.

"Lord Ye is the man who understands us women best in this world!"

The eight beauties and other ladies outside Spring Breeze House all had their eyes wide open and tears filled their eyes, staring at Ye Ning because of a touching love poem.

There are thousands of types of affections, and ten thousand types of gentle feelings.

If Ye Ning agrees, they are willing to present themselves as candidates for his affections.

But after being touched briefly, the attention of the scholars was attracted by his Qi.

A Qi force condensed into a rainbow and turned into golden light in the blink of an eye.

It flew out of Spring Breeze House and turned into countless brilliant lights right above the imperial capital.

Liu Sanyuan reached out to take the paper and felt that it weighed more than a thousand catties!

"A paper that weighs a thousand catties... this is the level of Kingdom shaking!"

The whole hall was in an uproar.

And yet, Ye Ning wrote a poem that reached the level of Kingdom shaking!