As Yun Zheng's voice fell, the scene suddenly became quiet.
The grape wine is in the luminescent cup, and the pipa music is urging me to drink.
Don’t laugh at me lying drunk on the battlefield. How many men have ever returned from the battles throughout history?
Many people closed their eyes and savored the poem carefully.
Different from the heroic and generous poems of Meng Guangbai and Wang Xian, this poem is more of a free and unrestrained style, a kind of relief that takes life and death lightly.
The line "Don't laugh at me sleeping drunk on the battlefield, how many men have ever returned from the battles in history" made many people applaud.
"What a good poem! This is truly a good poem!"
"Free and unrestrained, wild and natural..."
"How many people have ever returned from a war? Yes, how many people have ever returned safely from a war?"
"In my opinion, this poem is too free and easy, but not heroic enough! Master Meng's line "One sword freezes nineteen states" is more domineering!"
...
...
"No, no! Mr. Meng's poems are indeed domineering, but the parallelism can only be considered barely neat! The poems written by this young master have excellent parallelism and full of artistic conception..."
For a moment, everyone started arguing.
Some people think that Meng Guangbai's poem is more domineering, but most people think that Yun Zheng's poem is better in terms of artistic conception and parallelism.
Listening to these discussions, Meng Guangbai couldn't help but get angry.
A drunkard's poem actually beats my own poem?
Where can he put his face?
Miaoyin rarely looked upstairs, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.
"What is your name, sir?"
Miaoyin leaned forward and asked.
Yun Zheng shook his head and said dazedly: "I am..."
Seeing that Yun Zheng was about to reveal his true identity, Zhang Xu quickly stepped forward to interrupt, "This is my friend, Miss Miaoyin, just call him Mr. Liu!"
Yun Zheng nodded secretly.
Well, this guy has a good eyesight!
"My humble self is Miaoyin, nice to meet you, Master Liu."
Miaoyin bowed slightly and said, "In my opinion, the poem that Master Zhang just recited was also written by Master Liu, right?"
"Yes... so what?"
Yun Zheng continued to pretend to be drunk.
If you want to pretend, just pretend to the end.
Next is your own performance!
We have to lead these idiots into the trap!
Miaoyin's eyes showed a hint of joy, and she said, "Mr. Zhang only read half of the poem just now. Could you please read the whole poem?"
"Since you want to hear it, I will read it to you!"
Yun Zheng supported Zhang Xu with one hand, pretending to be unsteady, and said loudly: "The chestnut horse has just been saddled with a white jade saddle, and the battle is over... The moonlight is cold. The iron drums on the city wall are still shaking, and the golden sword in the box... The blood has not dried yet."
"Iron drums on the city walls... Golden swords in the box..."
Miaoyin murmured to herself, savoring the poem over and over again.
Everyone followed suit and tasted it.
As soon as the last two lines come out, the artistic conception of the poem immediately emerges.
The scene of fighting on the battlefield instantly appeared before my eyes.
After a long while, Miaoyin bowed to Yun Zheng from a distance, "Mr. Liu has great literary talent, and I admire him very much! These two poems of yours are both excellent works!"
"A good work?"
Yun Zheng laughed at himself and said, "What's the point of writing poetry? I can write this kind of poetry at random, but what's the point? Can I use poetry and songs to repel the enemy?"
“Arrogant!”
Meng Guangbai snorted coldly, "You're still speaking off the cuff? Then why don't you sing another one, so we can see it for ourselves!"
Meng Guangbai completely ignored the fact that Yun Zheng was "drunk".
I just want to embarrass this arrogant drunkard.
Meng Guangbai's words were also recognized by most people.
"that is!"
"Although it is literary, it is too arrogant!"
"Do you really think you can look down on others just because you can write two poems?"
"He was drunk and just said a few big words, don't take it seriously..."
Everyone shook their heads.
How can you come up with such a poem off the cuff?
If it really came up casually, then wouldn't those of them who can't even write a poem be shit?
This man is obviously drunk and talking nonsense!
"The long clouds from Qinghai darken the snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks far into the distance at the northern pass."
"A hundred battles in the yellow sand will wear out your golden armor, and you will never return until you defeat the bandits."
At this moment, Yun Zheng's "drunk" voice sounded again.
boom!
Hearing Yun Zheng's voice, the scene suddenly fell silent.
Everyone stared at Yun Zheng in a daze, hardly able to believe their ears.
Especially the sentence "Through a hundred battles in the yellow sand, I will wear out my golden armor, and I will not return until the bandits are defeated" 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?
Moreover, he was drunk!
Each one of them is a masterpiece.
"Awesome! So awesome!"
"The champion tonight must be this Young Master Liu!"
"Once these three poems were published, all other poems became dim and dull..."
"Alas, after all, we are just too ignorant and inexperienced..."
For a moment, everyone was filled with emotion.
Meng Guangbai's face turned the color of liver.
I asked him to sing another song, and he really did?
Moreover, it is a masterpiece with great momentum!
How the hell can you compare this?
Miaoyin's eyes sparkled as she looked at Yun Zheng with burning eyes, "Mr. Liu is a man of great talent. I admire him wholeheartedly!"
"What a talent! It's nothing but whining without any reason!"
Yun Zheng continued to pretend to be drunk, and angrily shouted: "You are just dreaming of the battlefield while reciting poems here! A true passionate man should join the army and fight the enemy to the end!"
"The Sixth Prince is a prince, yet he is willing to go to Shuobei to die. What about you?"
"You are all here reciting poems and couplets, but who of you really wants to go to the battlefield?"
Hearing Yun Zheng's angry rebuke, the scene suddenly fell silent.
Many people lowered their heads and began to reflect.
Miaoyin's cheeks under the veil were also burning hot.
Only Zhang Xu looked at Yun Zheng with admiration on his face, thinking in his heart that the Sixth Prince was really shameless, flattering himself without blushing at all.
And what he said was very eye-opening!
sharp!
It seems that I need to learn how to be thick-skinned from the Sixth Prince!
"Do you think that the Sixth Prince really wants to go to the battlefield?"
Just as everyone was blushing secretly, a discordant voice rang out.
Yun Zheng looked up, who else could it be but Meng Guangbai?
"Do you think that His Highness the Sixth Prince is just joking?"
Yun Zheng's eyes were blurred, and he shouted loudly: "The current emperor has issued an imperial decree on this matter! The Sixth Prince will go to Shuobei after the wedding! Do you think the imperial decree is a joke?"
Yun Zheng looked drunk on the surface, but he was actually very excited.
Come come come!
Come and debate with me now!
I'm just going to take advantage of this favorable situation to make this news spread completely!
Meng Guangbai didn't know what Yun Zheng was thinking, nor did he recognize the Sixth Prince in front of him. He just said with disdain, "Your Majesty can order the Sixth Prince to go to Shuobei, and he can also order him not to go! Not long ago, the Sixth Prince fought three times with Beihuan State Master, and the Beihuan State Master was so angry that he vomited blood. How could Your 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 that possible!"
"That's right! What's more, he's the Sixth Prince who is not good at either civil or military affairs!"
"If you ask me, even if we let the Sixth Prince go to Shuobei, he will just go there to gain some military merits and come back..."
"Yes, yes, maybe it's just for show..."
"Brother, don't say that..."
Everyone was whispering and talking.
No one at the scene believed that Emperor Wen would really send the Sixth Prince to Shuobei.
Yun Zheng laughed secretly in his heart, but the expression on his face suddenly turned ugly.
"Bullshit! The current emperor is wise and brave. Five years ago, he personally led an expedition to Beihuan! Could it be that the emperor is just going there for show?" Yun Zheng supported Zhang Xu and glared at everyone from above.
"Have you ever heard that the emperor guards the country's gates and the king dies for the country!"
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