Mr. Chen worried that Zheng Fan wouldn't be able to hold it together, and was also thinking about what he himself should do.
Zheng Fan pressed his lips together and let out a breath,
and recited:
"My hair bristles in anger and lifts my cap, I stand by the railing…
...
The shame of Jiahe is yet unavenged. The hatred of us ministers, when will it be erased? Let us drive our long chariots and crush the breaks in Skybreak Mountain. With lofty ambition, we'll eat the flesh of the northern barbarians when hungry, and in idle talk drink the blood of Yan slaves to quench our thirst.
When we start over and reclaim our former rivers and mountains, we'll face the sky!"
After finishing the whole lyric from memory,
Lord Zheng silently closed his eyes.
He felt that this lyric was enough to pass the test, and in its grand momentum it was even more magnificent than the hunting-song the Yao Zizhan had composed earlier for the Commander-in-Chief.
