After finding a bunch of wives for the unborn Ming Empire Oil and Huaxia Mining, Head of State Yang took Audrey Hepburn in a white long dress, and boarded the plane leaving Batavia with the joy of colonists, capitalists, and feudal landlords, and soared into the sky under the escort of the Ming Air Force twelve wild horses.

However, he did not leave immediately, but flew to the front line with some special feelings and enjoyed the magnificent scenery of the war.

Of course, the Javanese people who were struggling and crying in the smoke of gunpowder were no longer interested in watching it.

"Audrey, aren't you afraid of such a scene?"

He asked curiously as he looked at Audrey Hepburn.

The sunlight outside the window shines on the face of the little beauty, looking particularly attractive, like a ripe pink peach with tiny fluffy, emitting a faint fragrance. Unfortunately, she has not shown any special affection for Yang Feng so far, after all, she is not the same style as Monroe.

The latter is now working in Hong Kong to take advantage of the newly released Pan, as a rising star supported by DreamWorks, and strives to show his charm to the Asian people!

"His Excellency, I have lived in the war for many years."

Audrey Hepburn said calmly.

"Well, let's not go back to Anbuna Island for now. You won't have any objection to going to Tianzhu just now, right?"

Yang Feng quickly changed the topic. It was obvious that such a battlefield was not enough to see compared to the Market Garden.

"Of course, I'm looking forward to seeing the country where great poets like Tagore were born."

"Do you like poets?"

Chief Yang said in horror.

"The poet possesses the noblest soul of mankind."

Audrey Hepburn said with reverence.

It may not be true. It seems that many poets are like dogs, such as Guo Moumou. Of course, the industry of poets will soon be worse than dogs after not many years.

Yang Feng said in his heart, but he said with a noble look on his face: "I feel the same way, so I am writing poetry myself. Are you interested in listening to the poems I write?"

"Hissergeant, can you still write poetry?"

Audrey Hepburn said with his eyes wide open and his mouth covered in exaggeratedly.

"Of course, I am just helpless to be a national leader. After all, I am the heir to an ancient family and shoulder the mission of revitalizing my own nation. However, although my body belongs to my country, our nation and my compatriots, my heart belongs to the muse and the holy palace of literature and art!"

Yang Feng looked up at the top of the cabin at a 45-degree angle and said with a hint of sadness.

"Don't believe it?"

In Hepburn's incredible gaze, he continued proudly: "A few days ago, I was moved by the killings in the war, especially the killings of Jews and our Chinese civilians. I just wrote a poem that you can appreciate. The name of this poem is called the chorus of the unborn."

Then he brewed his feelings, and raised his head exaggeratedly like those actors in model operas, stretched his hands towards the sky, and chanted loudly.

“We are an unborn group of people

The desire has begun to invade us;

The shore of blood surges to accept us;

We sank into love like dew

But the shadow of time is still hanging like a question

Above our secrets.

You lovers,

You desire,

Listen, you people who are worried about separation:

We will begin to settle in your eyes,

In your hands searching for Lan Kong—

We are morning breath

You have already sucked us in,

Pull us into your sleep,

And dreams are our soil

There night, our dark-skinned nanny,

Let us grow

Until our images are reflected in your eyes,

Until our words come into your ears.

We're like butterflies

Being caught by the whistle net you long for—

Sold to the earth like a bird's singing—

We are morning breath

We are the light of your sad future.”

Looking at Yang Feng who shook his head from time to time during the chanting, Audrey Hepburn was almost stunned. This high school girl never expected that this guy could really write poetry, and she wrote so well and was so compassionate, not like his husband's reputation at all.

Moreover, he, as a Chinese, can even write poetry in German.

At this moment, all the impressions of him before collapsed, and a new image with a holy light rose slowly like a phoenix's nirvana.

Well, Audrey Hepburn had no good impression of him before, especially since he always killed Javanese without any trouble. This kind of evil deed would not cause her to be disgusted by the suffering of war.

"How about it?"

After the performance, Yang Feng continued to ask calmly with a pretended look.

Audrey Hepburn nodded wildly.

"Your Highness, this poem is simply shocking the soul. Although your poem does not describe any killings in war, it makes people feel like they are in a terrifying concentration camp in an instant, listening to the tragic sounds of the souls of the poor victims."

Then she said.

"Oh my God, I don't even know what I'm reading, can she actually know?"

Head Yang shouted in his heart in horror.

This is actually a Swedish German Jewish female poet Neri Sax, who mourned the murder of his compatriots after the war. Head Yang felt that the murder was too serious recently, so he wanted to reshape his image, so he plagiarized a few poems that she had not written in time and had not written yet, and was preparing to ask Evelyn to repackage them for him. Of course, it was also a prelude to collude with the Canaanites in the future.

As a result, I used it to pick up girls today.

So the next journey to New Delhi was very relaxed and pleasant. The two of them squeezed into the leather sofa and discussed poetry with great enthusiasm. After all, when Yang was young and ignorant, he had a literary dream. Although the level was definitely different from Audrey Hepburn, who was educated by a young nobleman, he had done his homework before, and it was still no problem to open a few words about Shelley, Keats, and Tagore.

Especially the classic saying "I have a tiger sniffing the roses in my heart", which is even more handy.

Well, although Sasson's meaning is not the same at all.

The flight of several hours passed quickly. In the evening, under the escort of four British Air Force fighters, the Constellation plane landed at New Delhi Airport. Because Yang Feng was not an informal visit on public notice, there was no welcome ceremony. Under the protection of British soldiers, Yang led his new friend into a double R and drove straight to the Governor's Mansion.

When they arrived, the Mountbattons had already welcomed each other in person. After a greeting, they went in. However, Lord Mountbatton smiled deeply about the new friends he brought. It was obvious that he had already understood the meaning of the release of Chief Yang.

This is expressing dissatisfaction with Britain's reluctance to recognize the Ming Empire.
Chapter completed!