Chapter 63 I just copied your poem

Yunzheng's angry voice echoed in Qunfang Garden for a long time.

The emperor guards the country?

The king died in the country?

Everyone looked at each other.

They really have never heard of this!

Who the hell said that?

Before everyone could calm down, Yun Zheng once again pretended to be drunk and shouted angrily: "In these troubled times, it is not appropriate for the Holy One to go on an expedition in person. His Highness the Sixth Prince is going to Shuobei to go out on behalf of his father!"

"His Royal Highness is indeed incompetent in literature and military, but he is not afraid of death!"

"Everyone is destined to die. It may be heavier than a mountain or lighter than a feather!"

"Even if His Highness the Sixth Prince dies in battle, his death can inspire my military spirit in Shuobei!"

"If the death of His Highness the Sixth Prince can make you reflect and inspire the passion of my great man, then even if he dies, he will have a well-deserved death!"

At this moment, Yunzheng was like a master speaker.

Every sentence is sonorous and powerful, and every sentence is deafening and enlightening.

If it weren't for his drunken appearance, others would probably have to worship him.

Even if he was talking "drunkly", many people at the scene still felt excited.

Yes!

Humans are inherently mortal!

It may be heavier than a mountain, or it may be lighter than a feather!

"Young Master Liu's words are like a revelation to Xiaosheng!"

At this time, a talented man who looked a little downcast bowed to everyone, "I am just waking up from a dream, and I have no face to waste my time here. Everyone, say goodbye!"

After that, the talented man left directly.

"Your Majesty is wise! What a magnificent Sixth Prince!"

Another person stood up and said, "After listening to Mr. Liu's words, I also have the desire to kill the enemy and serve the country. I will join the army tomorrow! Although Mr. Liu's remarks are drunken words, I have benefited a lot. Thank you Mr. Liu!"

After saying that, the man bowed deeply to Yun Zheng and left in stride.

What the fuck?

Are you so enlightened?

Do you really have the potential to be a master speaker?

As these two people left, more and more people left the scene.

The originally lively poetry gathering suddenly became deserted.

Seeing that there was no one at the scene, Gao He and Zhou Mi quickly stepped forward to support Yun Zheng and said to Zhang Xu, "Mr. Zhang, my young master is drunk. We have to send him back to rest. I'm sorry."

With that said, the two of them helped Yun Zheng walk downstairs.

"Together, together!"

Zhang Xu came to his senses and quickly followed.

As soon as they came downstairs, Miaoyin came up and said, "Master Liu, stay here. The prize for this poetry meeting..."

"My young master is going back to rest."

Gao He waved his hand, "If you want to give me a lottery gift, just give it to Mr. Zhang."

"no, I'm fine!"

Zhang Xu shook his head repeatedly, "Wait for six... Mr. Liu will wake up from his drunkenness tomorrow. It won't be too late to come back and get the lottery prize!"

Since he said so, Gao He didn't say much and followed Zhou Mi to help Yun Zheng leave.

Yunzheng was supported by two people, laughing drunkenly while singing loudly.

"When compiling the records of strong men, no selfish considerations are allowed."

"Sacrificing one's life to go to the country's disaster, seeing death as a sudden return home!"

"Haha, it's like seeing death suddenly..."

"How joyful is life, how painful is death. Joy and sorrow all return to dust..."

Yunzheng seemed to be really drunk and kept chattering.

Listening to Yunzheng's drunken words, those who were still at the scene couldn't help but moan in agony.

What's more, I almost wanted to jump up and greet Yunzheng's eighteenth generation ancestor.

You go and go!

Even after leaving, he recited poems!

Three songs are not enough, why should we come up with a fourth song?

Do you still want the rest of us to live?

Under the gaze of those who wanted to kill people, the figures of several people gradually disappeared.

……

In the room, Yunzheng was no longer drunk at all.

Ye Zi was also called to the room by him.

"You wrote all these poems?"

After listening to Yunzheng's story, Ye Zi couldn't help being shocked and looked at Yunzheng in disbelief.

In less than two sticks of incense, he composed four poems in a row?

Moreover, every poem is a masterpiece.

This talent is so shocking.

"I didn't do it."

Yunzheng shook his head and smiled, "You did it, I just copied your poem."

"How is it possible? When will I do it..."

Ye Zi spoke subconsciously, but only halfway through his words, he suddenly woke up.

These poems were clearly written by him!

But in order to continue to make people think that he was a good-for-nothing, he put it in his own name!

"Okay, you can do it!"

Ye Zi laughed angrily at Yun Zheng, "If someone asks me, a pseudo-talented girl, to compose poetry, if I can't compose it, I don't see how you can tell others!"

Ok!

She has not written a single poem, yet she has become a talented woman.

He is clearly going to put himself on the fire!

"Don't worry, I've already thought about it for you."

Yun Zheng blinked, "Otherwise, why do you think I asked you to come here?"

"What do you mean?"

Ye Zi looked at him confused.

"Don't you understand?"

Yun Zheng chuckled and said: "I will write a dozen poems for you to keep for later use!"

"How much... how much?"

Ye Zi was shocked and looked at Yunzheng stupidly.

A dozen poems?

Are you sure he's not drunk?

Yun Zheng replied: "If you feel that a dozen songs are not enough, I can write more for you, but it is too much at once and I'm afraid you won't remember it."

"..."

Ye Zi suffocated slightly.

A dozen songs are not enough?

More?

OMG!

Is he really not drunk?

Ye Zi was stunned for a long time, and then said in a dumbfounded voice: "Then write ten poems first. You did too many at once. I'm really afraid that I won't be able to remember them..."

"it is good!"

Yunzheng readily agreed, took his quill, and started writing.

Under Ye Zi's gaze, Yunzheng quickly started writing.

One song, two songs...

One poem after another appeared.

There were barely any pauses.

Ye Zi looked at Yun Zheng stupidly, his eyes turning from shock to numbness, and then, a strange light flashed in Ye Zi's eyes.

It is extremely difficult for ordinary people to compose a poem.

He was just fine, just singing one song after another.

And they are all poems about joining the army at the frontier.

He didn't know whether Yunzheng had written these poems long ago or whether he wrote them temporarily.

But no matter what the situation is, it is enough to prove the talent of the Sixth Highness.

Such a talented person, such a kindhearted person, but he has endured it for many years just to go to Shuobei!

If this son successfully goes to Shuobei, he will definitely stir up trouble in the world!

Before long, more than ten poems had been written.

There are quatrains and verses.

This shouldn't be difficult.

He randomly changed the poems of the big brother in his mind, and they became the poems of the Qian Dynasty.

"Take it and write it down!"

Yunzheng handed the paper with more than ten poems written on it to Ye Zi, "If you are afraid that you won't remember it, you can excerpt it, but before dawn, this paper must be burned!"

Ye Zi took the piece of paper and read each poem carefully, nodding in admiration.

Any one of these more than ten poems will be regarded as a masterpiece.

There are poems that make people passionate, and there are also things that make people feel desolate.

Ye Zi put away the paper and looked at Yunzheng with admiration, "If His Highness doesn't go to Shuobei, he can become a great writer in the world!"

"Pull it down!"

Yun Zheng rolled his eyes at her, "I would rather be a centurion than a scholar!"

These days, having military power is king.

Everything else is bullshit!

Ye Zifang's heart suddenly trembled.

Got it!

It’s all said and done...