Saint Ancestor of All Demons

"Your Majesty, this poem of loyalty and courage by Prince Xiang Que can be said to be a rare and good poem with rhymes of plain and oblique. I think it is enough to frame this poem of loyalty and courage into a beautiful sentence and send it to the border officers."

One of the ministers laughed.

"That's right, among the poems just now, only the one by Crown Prince Xiang Que is the most outstanding. Crown Prince Xiang Que deserves to be the eldest son of Zhenyuan Palace, he is so talented."

Someone from the Lin family said with a smile.

Lin Lian felt proud when she heard people praising her son's writing.

Looking at Xiang Chen, he was even more disdainful. Even if he can practice now, he is still a reckless man who does not understand elegance and has no talent.

King Shang nodded and said: "This poem does not say anything about loyalty and courage. The first sentence expresses the suffering of the border soldiers, the second sentence praises the blood of the border soldiers, and the third sentence expresses loyalty."

"Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty." Xiang Que said respectfully, with an even brighter smile on his face.

The eldest prince smiled lightly and said: "Among the two sons of Prince Xiang's house, the eldest son Xiang Que is so talented. I think the second son Xiang Chen is also good at it. eldest son Xiang Chen, why don't you dedicate a song?"

As soon as the eldest prince said this, many people looked at Xiang Chen with amused eyes.

Lin Lian smiled and said: "The eldest prince praises certain people too much. Some people only do things that harm their brothers and are worse than beasts. They write poems? Haha, I'm afraid he doesn't have the ability or elegance to do so."

Anyone could hear the sarcasm and disdain in Lin Lian's words.

Xiang Que sneered and said, "Xiang Chen, can you write such a good poem?"

Countless people's eyes are focused on this young man who has become quite popular among the people recently.

The young man with white clothes and snowy hair said with a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "A poem that is worse than bullshit can be regarded as a source of pride by some people. Do you really think that there is no talented person in this world?"

"presumptuous!"

Lin Lian shouted angrily and said: "Xiang Chen, what are you talking about? What nonsense? This poem was greatly appreciated by the king. Are you saying that the king's vision is so bad?"

Xiang Chen's face was calm, he hugged Shang Wang with a fist, then looked at Lin Lian and said: "I didn't mean that, you are too praiseworthy for the bad poem written by your son."

Xiang Que said angrily: "Poetry, Xiang Chen, can you write such a good poem? You can still do it if you beat me to death, but if you talk about your literary talent, I will give you eight blocks."

"That's right, this Xiang Chen, is it so difficult to admit that others are good? If you don't write it yourself, you still say that the loyalty and courage written by others are inferior to shit, and you are a person with high ambitions and low hands."

"Xiang Chen, if you have the ability, write one yourself and let us take a look."

Many people in the eldest prince's camp sneered.

King Shang didn't speak, he just looked at Xiang Chen quietly without any expression.

Xiang Chen said: "Xiang Que, your little ink is worthy of being called literary talent. Today I will show you what literary talent is!"

Xiang Chen walked up the steps and recalled in his mind that time and space in his previous life, an extremely famous poem.

"General Yue Wumu, I'm sorry, I'll use your poem to suppress this dog first."

Xiang Chen secretly thought, and then opened his mouth and said: "This poem is sent to the soldiers at the border who protect their home and country. I want to say that in troubled times, you are fortunate to carry forward the burden!"

"The title of the poem is: River Red!"

Xiang Chen's eyes shined brightly, and his voice suddenly became sad and high-pitched, like thunder!

??"I am so angry that I lean on the railing and the rain stops!

Lift our sight, the sky and shouts, grand, vehement. "

The young man said something, took a step forward and approached Xiang Que, his voice filled with emotion.

"Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait to see your young man's head turn gray, and feel empty and sad."

The shame of Jingkang is still not over. When will the hatred of the ministers be destroyed? Drive a long car and cross the gap in Helan Mountain!

The unyielding, grief and anger in the poem can be felt by everyone at this moment. They can all feel the grief, anger and unyielding feeling in the heart of the general when his family and country are about to be destroyed!

Xiang Que's face turned pale, and at this moment, he was forced to retreat step by step under the pressure of Xiang Chen's momentum.

"The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and to laugh and drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty. Let's start from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky!"

The young man shouted loudly, and his voice resounded throughout the palace and soared into the sky. The boldness and ambition in the poem shocked everyone speechless.

At this moment, everyone fell silent, all looking at the young man, still recalling the poem, as if they were still immersed in its deep meaning.

"How is that possible?" Xiang Que's face turned pale. The aura and artistic conception of this poem completely defied the loyalty and courage of the poem that crushed him.

????"I was so angry that I leaned on the railing and the rain stopped.

Lift our sight, the sky and shouts, grand, vehement.

Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait to see the young man's head grow white, and it will be empty and sad.

The shame of Jingkang is still not over. When will the hatred of the ministers be destroyed? Driving a long car, crossing the gap in Helan Mountain.

The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and to drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty. Be from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, overturned Que"

At this moment, countless talented women in the palace looked at Xiang Chen with shock and admiration in their eyes.

In the Huangzhou Academy, Wu Ling was shocked in his heart. He murmured this poem to himself, looked at the lonely figure of the young man, then laughed loudly and said: "Okay, what a good person to clean up the old mountains and rivers and Chaotian Palace from scratch, what a good person to drive." A long car, crossing the gap in Helan Mountain. Good poetry, good literary talent, I have lived for so many years, and I have never seen such a heroic and heroic poem full of sorrow, anger, and ambition. Good poem, young man, you, what is your name? This poem Poetry, what else can you see?”

Xiang Chen looked at Wu Ling, clasped his fists and said: "Back to the seniors, my junior's name is Xiang Chen, this poem is called "The River is Red""

Wu Ling smiled and said: "What a song, Man Jiang Hong, a good poem. Xiang Chen, I will remember it, and I will remember you too. The artistic conception of this poem. The wording is much better than the one about Zhongdan just now." , it’s completely different from cloud and mud.”

"Compared with this Manjianghong, the song "Zhongdang" just now is not at the same level. It is so literary."

Xiang Chen smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment, senior."

Xiang Que turned pale when he heard this, and Wu Ling compared his poems to clay.

"How is it possible? Where did this little beast learn this poem? Where did he get such a good literary talent!" Lin Lian looked ugly and clenched her jade fingers.

At this moment, no one was speechless, because even people who don't understand literary talent can feel this poem, which is much better than Zhongdang.

"Xiang Que, how about it? Your loyalty and courage are worthy of being called literary talent?" Xiang Chen sneered.

Xiang Que said angrily: "Xiang Chen, you shameless person, this poem "Man Jiang Hong" was originally written by me before, and you, you stole my poem! I used to treat you as a brother, and my poetry and literature were all the same as yours. Sharing, I didn’t expect you to be so shameless, stealing my poem, shameless, everyone, I wrote this poem "Manjianghong" before, but he stole my poem!"

Xiang Chen hated the cold. He didn't know if the general would listen to this and whether he could hold the coffin in place.