Chapter 62 The emperor guards the gate of the country, the king dies

As Yun Zheng's voice fell, the scene suddenly fell silent.

Grape wine luminous cup, urge you to drink Pipa immediately.

Drunk lying on the battlefield, Lord Grim, how many people have fought in ancient times?

Many people closed their eyes and savored the matter carefully.

Different from the heroic and generous poems by Meng Guangbai and Wang Xian, this poem is more of a free and uninhibited kind, a kind of relief that looks down on life and death.

The sentence "Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times" has made many people marvel.

"What a poem! This is truly a good poem!"

"Free and unrestrained, wild and natural..."

"How many people have returned from the ancient war? Yes, how many people have returned safely from the ancient war?"

"In my opinion, this poem is more free and easy, but not heroic enough! Mr. Meng's line about a sword that freezes nineteen states is more domineering!"

"No, no! Mr. Meng's poems are domineering, but the counterpoints can only be considered neat and tidy! The poems written by this young master have excellent counterpoints and full of artistic conception..."

For a while, everyone started arguing.

Some people think that Meng Guangbai's poems are more domineering, but most people think that Yunzheng's poems are superior in both artistic conception and confrontation.

Listening to these discussions, Meng Guangbai couldn't help but feel anxious.

A drunkard's poem actually beat his own poem?

Where should he put his face?

Miaoyin took the rare opportunity to look upstairs, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

"This young man, what's your name?"

Miaoyin leaned forward and asked.

Yun Zheng shook his head and said in a daze: "I am..."

Seeing that Yunzheng was about to reveal his true identity, Zhang Xu quickly stepped forward and interrupted, "This is my friend. Miss Miaoyin can just call him Mr. Liu!"

Yunzheng nodded secretly.

Well, this guy has a good eye!

"Little girl Miaoyin, I have met Mr. Liu."

Miaoyin bowed slightly and said, "In my opinion, the poem Mr. Zhang just read was also written by Mr. Liu, right?"

"Yes...so what?"

Yunzheng continued to pretend to be drunk.

If you want to pretend, just pretend to the end.

Next is your own performance!

We have to bring these idiots into the pit!

There was a hint of joy in Miaoyin's eyes, and she added: "Master Zhang only read half of the poem just now. Can you please read the whole poem?"

"Since you want to hear it, I will read it to you!"

Yunzheng supported Zhang Xu with one hand, pretending to be unsteady, and said loudly: "The horse is newly riding on the white jade saddle, the battle is over... The moon is cold. The iron drums on the top of the city are still vibrating, and the gold in the box is The knife... the blood is still wet."

"The iron drum at the top of the city...the golden knife in the box..."

Miaoyin murmured to herself, savoring the poem over and over again.

Everyone also followed suit.

As soon as these last two sentences came out, the artistic conception of this poem suddenly came out.

The scene of a battlefield suddenly appeared before his eyes.

After a long time, Miaoyin bowed to Yun Zheng through the air and said, "Young Master Liu has such a brilliant literary talent that I admire you so much! These two poems by Mr. Liu are both excellent works!"

"A masterpiece?"

Yunzheng laughed at himself and laughed: "What's the use of writing poetry? I just write this kind of poetry casually, but what's the use? Can I defeat the enemy with poems and songs?"

"Insanity!"

Meng Guangbai snorted coldly, "Are you still saying it casually? Then you can play another song and let me open my eyes!"

Meng Guangbai completely ignored the fact that Yunzheng was "drunk".

Just wanted to make this arrogant drunkard look bad.

Meng Guangbai's words were also recognized by most people.

"that is!"

"Although he has literary talent, he is too arrogant!"

"Do you really think that just because you can write two poems, you can be arrogant?"

"Some people are drunk and just say a few big words, but they can't be taken seriously..."

Everyone shook their heads.

Do you still write such poems casually?

If they really do it casually, wouldn’t it mean that people like them who can’t even compose a poem have become bullshit?

This man is obviously drunk and talking nonsense!

"Qinghai is covered by long clouds and covered with snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks toward Shuobei Pass in the distance."

"The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and the thieves and bandits will never return until they are defeated."

At this moment, Yun Zheng's "drunken" voice sounded again.

boom!

Listening to Yun Zheng's voice, the scene suddenly fell into silence.

Everyone stared at Yunzheng blankly, almost unable to believe their ears.

Especially the sentence "The yellow sand will wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and the thieves and bandits will never be defeated until they are defeated", which makes people's blood boil.

The third song!

This is his third poem!

In such a short period of time, this person actually wrote three poems in a row?

Moreover, he was still drunk!

Each one is a masterpiece.

"Amazing! It's awesome!"

"The leader tonight must be Mr. Liu!"

"As soon as these three poems came out, all poems became dim..."

"Alas, after all, I am the only one who has little talent and little knowledge..."

For a moment, everyone was filled with emotion.

Meng Guangbai's face turned into the color of pig liver.

I asked him to play one more song, but did he really play one more song?

Moreover, it is also a masterpiece with great momentum!

How the hell does this compare?

Miaoyin's eyes were bright, and she looked at Yunzheng with stern eyes, "Young Master Liu is such a talented man, this little girl is so impressed that I am so impressed!"

"The great fart genius is just moaning for no reason!"

Yun Zheng continued to pretend to be drunk, and Zhang Kuang scolded: "You guys are just reciting poems and arguing here, but you are just delusional on the battlefield! A true passionate man should join the army and fight the enemy to the end!"

"The Sixth Prince is a prince, and he doesn't hesitate to go to Shuobei to die. What about you?"

"You guys are reciting poems here, and who of you really wants to go to the battlefield?"

Listening to Yun Zheng's angry rebuke, the scene fell silent.

Many people lowered their heads and began to reflect.

Miaoyin's cheeks covered by the veil were also hot.

Only Zhang Xu looked at Yun Zheng with admiration on his face, secretly thinking that His Highness the Sixth Prince was so shameless, plastering gold on his face without blushing at all.

What he said was so shocking!

Great!

It seems that I have to learn from His Highness the Sixth Prince about my shamelessness!

"Do you think His Highness the Sixth Prince really wants to go to the battlefield?"

Just when everyone was blushing secretly, a discordant voice sounded.

Yun Zheng raised his eyes and saw who it was if it wasn't Meng Guangbai.

"Do you think His Highness the Sixth Prince is just joking?"

Yun Zheng's eyes were blurred, and he shouted loudly: "The Holy Father has issued an imperial edict on this matter! His Highness the Sixth Prince will go to Shuobei after getting married! Do you think the edict is child's play?"

Yun Zheng looked drunk on the surface, but he was very excited in his heart.

Come on!

Come and debate with me quickly!

I just took advantage of this east wind to spread the word!

Meng Guangbai didn't know what Yun Zheng was thinking, and he didn't know the Sixth Highness in front of him. He just said with disdain: "The Holy One can give an order for the Sixth Highness to go to Shuobei, and naturally he can also give an order not to go! Not long ago, His Highness the Sixth Prince came to Shuobei." Fighting against the Imperial Preceptor of Beihuan, the Imperial Preceptor of Beihuan was so angry that he vomited blood, how could His Majesty be willing to let the Sixth Prince go to Shuobei?"

Listening to Meng Guangbai's words, many people nodded.

"The prince goes to the battlefield? How is it possible!"

"That's right! What's more, it's the sixth prince who is not good at civil and martial arts!"

"Let me tell you, even if the Sixth Prince is allowed to go to Shuobei, he can just go and get some military glory and then come back..."

"That's right, maybe it's just a show..."

"Brother, don't say this nonsense..."

Everyone whispered and talked a lot.

No one at the scene believed that Emperor Wen would really send the Sixth Prince to Shuobei.

Yun Zheng smiled secretly in his heart, but the expression on his face suddenly became ugly.

"Fart! Today's sage is so wise and powerful that he personally conquered Beihuan five years ago! Did the sage just run away to show off?" Yun Zheng supported Zhang Xu and glared at everyone condescendingly.

"Have you ever heard that the emperor guards the gates of the country, but the king dies in the country?"