If I let you stay in Lingnan, how could you become the crown prince of the Tang Dynasty?

Chapter 92 Loulan will never be returned until he is broken

The musket in Li Shimin's hand suddenly spewed out a fire snake with a thunderous sound.

The bullet instantly penetrated the wooden board more than ten meters away!
boom!
The wooden board fell to the ground, with a big hole on it.

The ministers stood there in a daze, and it took them a long time to react.

Then, there was a wave of exclamations.

"Amazing!"

"Sure enough, the sound is like thunder and the force is like lightning!"

"What a scary artifact!"

At this time, a general bravely walked up to the wooden sign, picked it up and looked at it, then measured the thickness of the board with his fingers, and was immediately shocked:

"Your Majesty, this is truly a divine weapon!"

"This wooden board is nearly an inch thick. Even from such a long distance, a single shot can create a huge hole!"

"If the soldier is wearing leather armor or even iron armor, he will be able to penetrate it with one shot!"

"No wonder His Highness the Sixth Prince was able to defeat the Turkish Wolf Cavalry!"

Li Shimin smiled proudly:
"An'er's musket may be even more powerful than this!"

"As far as I know, An'er and his men are holding fire guns, which are about three times longer and half an inch thick. The fire bombs they fire are twice as big as the ones I have. When the two armies confront each other, not to mention leather armor, even iron armor can be shattered!"

When a group of ministers heard that the muskets in the hands of Li An's cavalry guards were even more powerful, they couldn't help but admire them.

Many ministers even bowed down to congratulate Li Shimin:

"Your Majesty, the Sixth Prince is so smart and brave. He has won such a great victory before even reaching Suzhou. This is truly a blessing for your Majesty and the Tang Dynasty!"

"The Tang Dynasty has six princes, they must be geniuses sent from heaven!"

"Your Majesty, the Sixth Prince is so wise and brave. Your Majesty should really reward him well when we return to Chang'an!"

"Even Duke Qiao and General Huang Junhan admire the Sixth Prince so much. It shows that His Highness is truly a student who has surpassed his teacher. His civil and military achievements are not inferior to Your Majesty!"

A group of ministers were shocked, but Li Shimin was in a happy mood, so they praised him generously and flattered him wildly, making Li Shimin very happy.

To praise his son, isn't that to praise him?
After all, only we, Old Li, have such good seeds and can give birth to such a good son!

At this time, even if the ministers flattered them profusely, Wei Zheng and others who always liked to pour cold water on others could not say anything.

After all, Li An’s contributions and abilities are as obvious as lice on a monk’s head!
Among all the ministers, only Changsun Wuji and a few others remained silent, and they could not be said to be in a happy mood.

The person they are protecting is the ninth prince Li Zhi, Changsun Wuji's nephew!
At this time, Li An had made great contributions and developed such a powerful firearm, which made him surpass Li Zhi again!
Li Shimin waited until they were satisfied with the photoshoot, then suddenly said:

"Everyone, I am going to publish a special edition of the Chang'an Daily to report on this great victory!"

"In addition to the news from the battlefield, I plan to ask you all to recite a poem and publish it in the newspaper to add luster to the achievements of the Tang Dynasty. What do you think?"

"This is a great thing!"

"I second the proposal!"

A group of ministers responded, but no one was willing to recite a poem on the spot.

There's nothing you can do. Poetry is not something you can just release whenever you want.
Besides, these ministers are good at the relationship between the ruler and his subjects, and the strategies for governing the country, and many of them do not have the talent for poetry.

Li Shimin saw that although the ministers agreed, no one dared to come up and recite a poem, so he frowned and looked at Cheng Zhijie standing beside him.

This most lucrative general of the Tang Dynasty, whose original name was Cheng Yaojin, was fearless except for reciting poems and composing couplets.

However, since none of the ministers dare to write poetry, let this lucky general throw some bricks to attract jade, even if it is just to entertain the ministers, so that everyone won't be nervous when they hear about writing poetry.

Cheng Zhijie laughed when he heard this:
"Your Majesty, everyone knows that I am a rough man. You asked me to kill people, but I am not as good as you. You asked me to write poetry... Hehe, you are asking Zhang Fei to embroider or asking an old rooster to lay eggs!"

Cheng Zhijie was always casual in his speech, and his words immediately caused laughter in the hall. Li Shimin also laughed and said:

"What are you afraid of? No one dares to write poetry, so you come out and do it. Even if you can't write well, it's okay! The generals of our Tang Dynasty are always brave in battle, so are you afraid of writing poetry?"

When Cheng Zhijie heard this, he smiled and said:
"Since your majesty has said so, then I, Old Cheng, will show off my ugliness!"

After saying that, he scratched his head and thought for a while, then cleared his throat:

"Your Highness the Prince fought against the Turks and won a great victory before reaching Suzhou. All 60,000 wolf riders were scattered, and they fled north on pigs with their butts sticking up!"

His poem was a bit weird, and the last sentence was obviously for rhyme, so it ended with a very vulgar butt-sticking-up posture.

A group of ministers couldn't help laughing after hearing this.

Several generals asked in confusion:

"General, don't the Turks have horses? Why do they ride on pigs?"

Cheng Zhijie chuckled:
"He who rides on a pig is a pig-claw!"

After hearing this, all the ministers burst into laughter again.

"Great! Although General Zhijie's poem is a little crude, it perfectly captures the Turkic people's desperate escape!"

"General Cheng wrote it well! It sounds so refreshing!"

With Cheng Zhijie's poem as an introduction, many ministers who had been a little reserved just now gained courage and stepped forward to Li Shimin and said:
"Your Majesty, I have obtained a poem and would like to recite it for your Majesty's appreciation!"

"The border troops urged their horses to fight, the Turks had already fled, the young men showed off their heroic skills, and the northern desert finally put down their swords!"

"Your Majesty, I have one too! Smoke rises in the desert, the Khan flees for his life, five hundred light cavalrymen chase him, the young man is so brave!"

"Your Majesty, I also have one..."

After a while, several ministers recited poems.

Although the poems written by these ministers were certainly much better than those written by Cheng Zhijie, Li Shimin just remained silent after listening to them, and occasionally shook his head and sighed.

When the ministers saw this, they knew that His Majesty was dissatisfied.

"Your Majesty, I am sorry for making you laugh at my lack of knowledge!"

Li Shimin smiled slightly and took out another piece of paper:
"In addition to the military newspaper, An'er also sent a poem!"

"After reading it, I thought it was wonderful, but then I thought that our Tang Dynasty is full of civil and military officials, and it is impossible that so many people cannot write better than him. So I asked you to write a poem to beat this guy. But..."

Speaking of this, Li Shimin couldn't help but sigh.

It’s not that I want to give Xiao Liuzi honor.

The truth is, none of you guys can fight against him!

He shook his head, holding the poem that Li An had sent with the army, and recited aloud:
"The long clouds from Qinghai darken the snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks towards Yumen Pass in the distance!"

After reading this, the ministers took a deep breath.

Good guy...

This opening sentence is so heroic and magnificent!

With just this one sentence, a sense of sadness and grandeur coming from the frontier seems to have already come to you!

Everyone seemed to see a young general in armor, sitting proudly on his horse, facing the cold wind and yellow sand blowing from the north.

Li Shimin paused, put down the poem, and looked outside the hall:
"I will wear my golden armor after a hundred battles in the yellow sand, and I will not return until I have conquered Loulan!"

(End of this chapter)