The Mad Prince of Tang Dynasty, Inheritance of the Sword Saint at the Beginning

Export is a quatrain!

Before Li Zhi thought about it carefully, Li Kuan continued.

"The sound of horns fills the sky in the autumn scenery, stuffed with swallow fat and night purple."

The sound was deafening, and the scene of the frontier fortress appeared in many people's minds. Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui, Changsun Wuji and others were all stunned, looking at Li Kuan in surprise and astonishment.

"The half-rolled red flag is facing Yishui, and the frost is heavy and the sound of cold can't be heard."

Hearing this, everyone knew that this poem would be passed down through the ages, and everyone was stunned.

The Xiao Sha at the frontier, the urgency of the army pressing down on the border, the stalemate between the two armies, all kinds of pictures are displayed in everyone's minds by these simple six lines of poems.

Everyone's heartstrings were also pulled up, worrying about the border soldiers.

Li Kuan walked behind Fang Xuanling, took out a large jar of wine, lifted the red cloth covering the wine, held the jar high, the wine poured into Li Kuan's mouth, wet his clothes, but showed a heroic spirit.

"Report to the king on the golden platform, and lead the jade dragon to die for the king."

After finishing the last sentence, Li Kuan is like a general fighting on the battlefield with the spirit of seeing death as his home. He reprimands Fang Qiu and serves the country loyally.

Fang Xuanling clapped his hands and applauded. This poem was supposed to describe the misery of the frontier, but the last sentence made people feel excited.

"It's a good sentence, "report your king's intentions on the golden platform, and carry the jade dragon to die for you." Ah, I can't wait to take up weapons and rush to the camp of the Western Turks to kill him without leaving any behind."

"This poem, take it, I take it! As a civil servant, I want to kill the enemy with a knife."

"Even the sages in the Tai Academy are afraid that this poem will be the last."

The voice of praise is endless, Li Kuan's face is not moving, but he is happy in his heart.

Li Zhi was shocked, Li Tai was shocked, Li Chengqian didn't care, the expressions of the three were different.

Li Kuan didn't put on any more pressure, and sat back in his seat.

The Baiguan set their sights on Li Zhi again. After all, he was someone Fang Xuanling admired, and he had some skills.

Li Zhi sighed, he wanted to show off, but unexpectedly, he lost.

Compared with Yang Yun, his poems are like clouds and mud.

There is no need to compare, and it is self-defeating to compare,

Li Zhi couldn't figure it out all the time, Li Kuan was illiterate before, and he was not good at martial arts. How can he still make such masterpieces without mentioning martial arts, which is outrageous.

I can't figure it out, but if you lose, you lose. Li Zhi thinks he is a gentleman, and he will lose if he loses.

"Second brother is so talented, I feel ashamed, so I give up."

After finishing speaking, Li Zhi also took a jar of fine wine and drank it vigorously, but no matter how much he drank, he couldn't get rid of Li Kuan's domineering spirit.

Li Tai also shook his head, indicating that he no longer writes poems.

Seeing this, Li Chengqian knew that he was no match for Li Kuan, his face was gloomy, and his anger and joy were overflowing.

Fang Xuanling stood up, toasted everyone with a toast and asked.

"His Royal Highness, this poem is so good, is there a title?"

Everyone's eyes were on Li Kuan again. A masterpiece handed down from generation to generation should naturally have a good name.

Li Kuan thought for a moment.

"Yanmen line."

Yanmen, a frontier land, is often warred, so it is not wrong to be called this name.

But Fang Xuanling was puzzled.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has never been out of Chang'an City, nor has he been to Yanmen, so how can he write such a poem?"

This is also everyone's doubts.

Li Kuan smiled lightly and uttered two words.

"immortal."

Speaking of this, the crowd no longer asked whether it was the work of the gods or whether the gods took Li Kuan to Yanmen, no one knew, and there was no need to know.

Fang Xuanling laughed.

"What a god, what a god, come on, let's drink, drink more!"

Everyone started a new round of drinking, Changsun Wuji, Du Ruhui, Fang Xuanling, Hou Junji and others almost fainted.

Li Kuan looked at the time, it was indeed getting late, and he was ready to strike at the right opportunity, first attack Li Chengqian, then Li Tai, and finally Li Zhi.

They're all drunk anyway, so it's not too much to play drunk.

Anyway, he was a lunatic in the first place, so beating up the prince when he was drunk, wouldn't be too much.

Just when Li Kuan saw the right opportunity, a figure suddenly approached him.

Taking a closer look, it was Li Zhi.

"Why is this guy looking for me?"

Before Li Kuan could think about it, Li Zhi spoke.