Yun Zheng's angry roar continued to echo in Qunfang Garden for a long time.
The emperor guards the national gate?
The king dies for the country?
Everyone looked at each other.
They have never heard of this!
Who the hell said that?
Before everyone could recover from the shock, Yun Zheng once again shouted in anger under the pretense of being drunk: "Now is a time of trouble, it is not appropriate for Your Majesty to lead the army in person. If the Sixth Prince goes to Shuobei, he will be fighting on behalf of his father!"
"The Sixth Prince is indeed not good at literature or martial arts, but he is not afraid of death!"
"Everyone has to die, some are heavier than a mountain, some are lighter than a feather!"
"Even if the Sixth Prince dies on the battlefield, his death can inspire the morale of our Shuobei army!"
...
...
"If the death of the Sixth Prince can make you reflect and inspire my passion as a man, then even if he dies, it will be a worthy death!"
At this moment, Yun Zheng was like a master of speech.
Every sentence is powerful and thought-provoking.
If he hadn't been so drunk, others would have bowed down to him.
Even though he was just talking drunkenly, many people at the scene still felt their blood boiling.
yes!
Everyone has to die!
Some are heavier than a mountain, some are lighter than a feather!
"Master Liu's words are like a revelation to me!"
At this time, a talented man who looked a little down and out bowed to everyone, "I feel like I have just woken up from a dream. I am ashamed to waste my time here. Everyone, goodbye!"
After saying this, the talented man left immediately.
"Your Majesty is wise! How great is the Sixth Prince!"
Another person stood up and said, "After listening to Master Liu's words, I also feel the desire to kill the enemy and serve the country. I will join the army tomorrow! Master Liu's words may have been drunken, but they have benefited me a lot. Thank you, Master Liu!"
After saying this, the man bowed deeply to Yun Zheng and left in big strides.
What the hell?
Is your awareness so high?
Do I really have the potential to be a great speaker?
As the two men left, more and more people left the scene.
The originally lively poetry reading suddenly became deserted.
Seeing that there were few people at the scene, Gao He and Zhou Mi also hurried forward to support Yun Zheng, and said to Zhang Xu: "Master Zhang, my son is drunk. We have to send him back to rest. Excuse me."
As they spoke, the two of them supported Yun Zheng and walked downstairs.
“Together, together!”
Zhang Xu came to his senses and hurried to catch up.
As soon as they went downstairs, Miaoyin came up to greet them, "Mr. Liu, please stay. The prize for this poetry gathering..."
"My son wants to go back and rest."
Gao He waved his hand and said, "If you want to give a prize, just give it to Master Zhang."
“No, no!”
Zhang Xu shook his head repeatedly, "Wait until Mr. Liu sobers up tomorrow, then it won't be too late to take the prize!"
Since he said so, Gao He didn't say much. He followed Zhou Mi and supported Yun Zheng to leave.
Yun Zheng was supported by two people, laughing drunkenly and singing loudly.
"You are registered as a warrior and are not allowed to be selfish."
"Sacrifice your life for the country, and regard death as returning home!"
"Haha, seeing death as returning home..."
"What joy is there in life, what pain is there in death, joy and sorrow, all return to dust..."
Yun Zheng seemed to be really drunk and kept chattering.
Listening to Yun Zheng's drunken words, the people who remained at the scene couldn't help but complain.
What's more, some people almost wanted to jump up and greet Yun Zheng's ancestors.
Just go if you want to!
Still reciting poetry after leaving!
Three songs aren’t enough, there needs to be a fourth one?
Do you fucking want us to live?
Under the gazes of those people who wanted to kill someone with a knife, the figures of several people gradually disappeared.
…
In the room, Yun Zheng was no longer drunk at all.
Ye Zi was also called into the room by him.
"Did you write all these poems?"
After listening to Yun Zheng's story, Ye Zi was shocked and looked at Yun Zheng in disbelief.
In less than two sticks of incense, he wrote four poems?
Moreover, every poem is a masterpiece.
This talent is truly shocking.
"It wasn't me."
Yun Zheng shook his head and smiled, "You wrote it, I just plagiarized your poem."
"How is that possible? When will I do it..."
Ye Zi spoke subconsciously, but she suddenly came to her senses halfway through her words.
These poems were clearly written by him!
But in order to continue to let people think that he was a good-for-nothing who was neither good at literature nor martial arts, he put it under his own name!
"Okay, you're really good!"
Ye Zi was so angry that she laughed at Yun Zheng. "If someone asks me, a fake talented girl, to write a poem, and I can't do it, I wonder how you will tell them!"
Okay!
She has never written a single poem, but she has become a talented woman.
He is clearly trying to put himself on the fire!
"Don't worry, I've already thought about it for you."
Yun Zheng blinked, "Why else do you think I called you here?"
"What's the meaning?"
Ye Zi looked at him in confusion.
"Don't you understand this?"
Yun Zheng chuckled and said, "I'll write a dozen poems for you to keep as a backup!"
"How much...how much?"
Ye Zi was shocked and looked at Yun Zheng stupidly.
A dozen poems?
Is he sure he's not drunk?
Yun Zheng replied: "If you think a dozen poems are not enough, I can write more for you, but there are too many at once, and I'm afraid you won't be able to remember them all."
“…”
Ye Zi choked slightly.
A dozen songs not enough?
More?
Oh my god!
Is he really not drunk?
Ye Zi was stunned for a long time, then she said with a smile: "Then you write ten poems first. You wrote too many at once, and I'm really afraid that I can't remember them..."
"good!"
Yun Zheng readily agreed, took out his quill pen, and began to write.
Under Ye Zi's gaze, Yun Zheng quickly began to write.
One song, two songs...
Poem after poem appeared.
There were hardly any pauses during this time.
Ye Zi looked at Yun Zheng stupidly, her eyes changed from shock at the beginning to numbness, and later, a strange light flashed in Ye Zi's eyes.
For ordinary people, it is extremely difficult to compose a poem.
He, on the other hand, just sang one song after another.
And they are all poems about military service at the frontier.
She didn't know whether Yun Zheng had written these poems long ago or whether he wrote them on the spur of the moment.
But no matter which situation it is, it is enough to prove the talent of the Sixth Prince.
With such talent and such a character, he endured for many years just to go to Shuobei!
If this boy succeeds in reaching Shuobei, he will definitely stir up the world!
Soon, more than ten poems were completed.
There are quatrains and regulated verses.
This is not difficult at all.
The poem of the boss in his mind was randomly changed and it became the poem of Da Ganchao.
"You take this and write it down!"
Yun Zheng handed Ye Zi a piece of paper with more than ten poems written on it. "If you are worried that you can't remember them, you can also copy them down, but this piece of paper must be burned before dawn!"
Ye Zi took the paper, read each poem carefully, and nodded in admiration.
Any one of these dozen poems would be regarded as a top-notch masterpiece.
There are poems that make your blood boil, and there are also poems that make you feel sad.
Ye Zi put away the paper and looked at Yun Zheng with admiration, "If Your Highness had not gone to Shuobei, you could have become a great writer in the world!"
"Forget it!"
Yun Zheng rolled his eyes at her and said, "I'd rather be a centurion than a scholar!"
These days, having military power is the way to go.
The rest is bullshit!
Ye Zi's heart suddenly trembled.
have to!
All the words are out of words...
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