Sword guarding Chang'an

Chapter 37 Prince Shanyu of the Huns

Li Jianbai smiled wryly.

Facing the "eldest grandson's ruthless" difficulty, Li Jianbai looked at Li Yuqiong with a hint of pleading for help.

But who can think of it.

Li Yuqiong, not only did not help Li Jianbai, but added fuel to the fire.

"My sixth brother is unparalleled in poetry and poetry. He has read a lot of poetry and books. He is not weaker than Brother Seven Emperors. Why do you need to add to the fun? You can write lyrics by yourself!"

This sentence caused the audience to detonate.

If someone else said this, it's okay, maybe it's a respect, or a compliment!
But the person who said this was Li Yuqiong!

Li Jianbai was actually allowed to compose four poems and four gentlemen in one time at a time!

Four gentlemen: plum, orchid, chrysanthemum, and bamboo.

One person wrote four poems, each writing about plum, orchid, chrysanthemum, and bamboo!
This is no ordinary difficulty!
Li Jianbai's face was gloomy, looking at himself as the ninth younger sister, he cursed in his heart: Shameless, there is a trace of Tang Wangkeng'er demeanor!

"What's the matter? A few days ago, the sixth prince was still in the Red Flower Qin Tower, singing all night, what's the matter now?" The eldest grandson Youqing deliberately mocked Li Jianbai.

It seems to be saying that Li Jianbai is very coquettish and has a bad style!
How could Li Jianbai bear it?
Immediately laughed loudly and stood up, picked up a glass of wine, and said in a deep voice: "In that case, then I will make a fool of myself."

"The first song, Yongmei, everyone listen carefully."

"Beside the broken bridge outside the station, I am lonely and have no owner. It is already dusk alone, worrying about the wind and rain. I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I will be jealous.

As soon as it ended, the second song Li Jianbai opened his mouth and came.

"Several stems are the color of jade, and the green smoke is divided in the evening. The sound breaks the dream of the cold window, and the roots wear green moss patterns. Gradually the cage becomes the threshold day, and I want to get eight curtains of clouds. If you are not a guest in the mountains, no one loves this gentleman."

In one breath, he wrote two songs in a row.

Flowing clouds and flowing water are like endorsements, done in one go!
In fact, this is really Li Jianbai's memorization, but it's just poetry.

Although Li Jianbai is not proficient in five thousand Chinese poems, he can easily memorize a few poems about plum, orchid, chrysanthemum and bamboo.

"Okay, great poem..."

Immediately, the Seventh Prince Li Jiangong couldn't help applauding.

Obviously, at this moment, Li Jiangong felt admiration for his "sixth brother".

As early as when he was in Wenwu Hall, Li Jiangong discovered that his "sixth brother" was not simple. Now it seems that his poems are far superior to himself.

The ridiculous thing is that he is still the most outstanding student of Confucianism.

Hearing that Li Jianbai made two songs one after another, Changsun Youqing's face was slightly ugly. Obviously, he did not expect this villain to be so powerful, beyond his imagination.

"Go on." Changsun Youqing didn't believe this evil.

And Li Jianbai pursed his lips, drank a glass of strong wine, and said boldly: "Chrysanthemum: When autumn comes and September [-]th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom. The sky-scenting fragrance penetrates Chang'an, and the city is full of golden armor."

Although this song is written about chrysanthemums, it is full of murderous intent!
The audience was shocked!
Because Li Jianbai's poem is too stunning and chilling, and the word "Chang'an" appears in the poem.

Such a horrific and stunning poem, but directed at Chang'an, made everyone present tremble with fear.

Chrysanthemums are generally weathered, have tenacious vitality, and are high-spirited and bright.

However, Li Jianbai's poem is full of fear, as if a chrysanthemum blooms and a hundred flowers wither and end.

"Okay, good!" Li Jiangong tightly squeezed the wine glass in his hand, obviously shocked, such a poem, such an artistic conception, it is eternally excellent!
Even Youqing, the eldest grandson of the Humen General's daughter, couldn't help but flushed, a little touched, and her whole body went numb.

I really didn't expect that the sixth prince with all kinds of bad deeds would be so talented.

Li Yuqiong murmured to herself: "Young sister, my elder brother can do it, right? Didn't he disappoint you?"

When Changsun Youqing heard Li Yuqiong's words, he snorted, pretended to be dismissive, and said, "Hmph, reciting poems is right, but the head is just a useless scholar."

Li Yuqiong shook her head and smiled lightly, but said nothing more.

And Li Jianbai continued with the fourth song, Bamboo!

"Stay firm on the green hills and not let go, the roots are originally in the broken rocks. Thousands of blows are still strong, let the east, west, north, south wind wind."

The young man was as straight as a bamboo, with a momentum like a sword, piercing straight into the sky.

This demeanor made everyone present secretly sigh.

The audience was silent. Obviously, four songs in a row were completed in one go, flowing smoothly, without a trace of sloppiness.

The four gentlemen, plum, orchid, chrysanthemum, and bamboo, are perfectly displayed in Li Jianbai's excellent unparalleled poems, and everyone has to be convinced.

Four ancient quatrains were born in a row. At this moment, who dares to come forward to recite poems and compose Fu?
Under the four poems of Wushuang, no one dares to compete for the edge, and it is nothing more than self-sufficiency to step forward!
After finishing the four poems, Li Jianbai couldn't help feeling a heroic sigh in his heart, raised his wine glass high, and made a toast to everyone.

Everyone got up quickly.

Some people are still sighing, some are still in shock, some people agree with the politeness, and some people feel emotional, but this does not prevent Li Jianbai from becoming the protagonist of the Confucian Poetry Club.

At this moment, even the eldest grandson Youqing had no choice but to stand up. It was obvious that not only did he make things difficult for the villain, but he made the villain the leader of the crowd.

More than a dozen people drank the wine in their glasses together.

Dripping freely.

Li Yuqiong also enjoys the atmosphere at this moment, because this kind of communication among peers, learning from each other, drinking, and composing poems are all fun.

You can hear all kinds of strange people and strange things, some new things outside the palace, without the oppression and restraint inside the palace.

They are all of the same age, including the eldest grandson Youqing, the daughters of other marquises, celebrities and talents, Confucian children... and so on.

However, the happy time is always so short.

It doesn't matter if it is short, the most hateful thing is that when you are enjoying yourself, you are interrupted, which spoils your interest and messes up your mood.

boom!
A "bang" sound could be heard on the second floor. It seemed that someone was knocked to the ground, tables and chairs were overturned, and there were a few screams.

Soon.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs.

A group of people rushed to the Accord on the second floor.

who is it?Who is so short-sighted?Dare to spoil the poetry meeting held by the Seventh Prince Li Jiangong?

After eating the bear heart and leopard gall, still do not know the heights of the sky and the earth?The ignorant fearless?
Many people here are very puzzled.

"presumptuous!"

Li Jiangong was furious at the first moment, and the happy atmosphere was destroyed by others. Li Jiangong was very upset because of his drunkenness!

As the most outstanding student of Confucianism, Li Jiangong has always been gentle, refined, and polite. He never relied on his status as a prince to be superior, but treated others peacefully.

And now, it was obvious that someone was slapping Li Jiangong in the face!
Li Jianbai, who was sipping tea, also looked at the group of people who had just rushed to the second floor, and already guessed something in his heart.

Angry in my heart, I whispered: I haven't troubled them yet, but now this group of people actually came to trouble me, I really don't know what to do!

This group of people is none other than an envoy of the Xiongnu Mission!
The leader was Prince Shanyu of the Xiongnu Dynasty.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere on the second floor was strange.

(End of this chapter)