Saint Ancestor of All Demons

"Did Xiang Que's son write this poem? Did Xiang Chen steal Xiang Que's poem?"

"Let me tell you, how could Xiang Chen write such a good poem? It turned out to be written by the former Master Xiang Que. How shameless that he stole the poem from Master Xiang Que."

"Xiang Chen, you are such a shameless person, you actually stole your elder brother's poems!"

When the people on the eldest prince's side heard this, they all angrily accused Xiang Chen.

Many of the ministers also looked at Xiang Chen with disdain. Xiang Chen actually stole his elder brother's poems.

"Yes, how can Xiang Chen write such good lines and poems?"

Lin Lian sneered and said, "I heard Que'er say this poem before, but I didn't expect that it would be stolen by Xiang Chen today."

Many people were shocked and confused, looking at Xiang Que's expression of grief and anger. Was it really written by Xiang Que? Xiang Chen stole the poem written by Xiang Que?

"Shameless guy, get out!"

In the eldest prince's camp, many powerful disciples shouted coldly.

"Hahahaha, what a shameless person."

Xiang Chen laughed loudly, looked at Xiang Que sarcastically, and said: "Xiang Que, you are not only wicked, you are also really shameless. As expected, a nest of snakes and rats are the same as your mother. I will steal your things." poetry?"

"That's right, you stole my poem. I wrote this poem in my study before. You've seen it." Xiang Que said angrily, with such grief and indignation on his face that he could be called an actor-level performance, killing all the lesser talents in an instant.

"I didn't expect you to be so shameless and steal my poems to use against me. It's all because I trusted you too much and shared everything with you."

Xiang Que said with a heartbroken expression, as if he had been stabbed in the back by someone close to him.

"Xiang Quede, can you please show some respect? You wrote this poem. Why didn't you recite it just now? When my brother was reciting the poem, why didn't you interrupt? Hehe, you didn't say it was written by you until you finished. , I really don’t want Bilian, do you think everyone is a fool?” Xia Houwu said angrily.

Xiang Que said angrily: "I didn't think of it for a moment. The poem "Zhongdao" I just wrote was just something I used on the spot. Who knew he would use the poem I wrote before to deal with me."

"Xiang Chen can never write such a good poem. Mr. Xiang Que is so talented in literature. He definitely stole Mr. Xiang Que's poems. Xiang Chen, you are so shameless, get out of here."

In Prince Xiang's Mansion, Xiang Que's people also shouted angrily.

"Shut up, everyone!"

Xiang Chen shouted coldly, looked at Xiang Que coldly, and said, "Xiang Que, since you said you can write such a good poem, you must have such a good literary talent. The king said that you can write two poems." First, then for the next one, please write a poem that surpasses Manjianghong."

"I, I..." Xiang Que was speechless after hearing this. How could he write such a transcendent poem like this for all eternity.

“This poem of mine is my pinnacle, and there is no one better than him.”

Xiang Que said angrily.

"Don't be a Bilian. This poem was not written by you, unless you believe in Yue. However, you are running out of words, and I haven't yet. With the following poem, see how I can abuse your so-called loyalty again!"

Xiang Chen sneered, then, he pondered slightly, walked towards Xiang Que step by step, and spoke loudly.

"Liangzhou Ci!"

??Grape wine luminous cup,

?????

??If you want to drink Pipa, urge me immediately.

?????????

??Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Lord Don’t laugh,

??How many people have fought in ancient times?"

After Xiang Chen recited it, he walked towards Xiang Que and said with a sarcastic smile, "How is it? This poem was written by you? How does it compare to your loyalty and courage?"

"me……"

Xiang Que's face was pale and speechless.

"Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times? Good poem, good poem, heroic and tragic!"

Wu Ling's eyes widened, another good sentence.

"What, you're speechless? I still have some here. I don't want Bilian's things. Listen, look at Jimen!

????"When I saw the visitors at Yantai, I was frightened. There was a loud noise of drums and drums in the camp of the Han generals.

?????Thousands of miles of cold light produces snow, and the dawn on three sides stirs up dangerous signals.

?????The beacon fire on the battlefield is connected with the moon, and the clouds and mountains on the seaside embrace Jicheng,

?????Although the young man is not a pen official, he still wants to take a long tassel in terms of merit! "

Xiang Chen sneered and said: "How does this poem looking at Jimen compare to your loyalty and courage? Or was it written by you?"

"I, I, you, you, you..." Xiang Que was forced back by Xiang Chen's aura, his face turned pale.

And everyone is still immersed in the beauty of the words and sentences of Xiang Chen's newly recited poem.

Many talented ladies in the palace, looking at the young man in white clothes and white hair, their beautiful eyes were already shining, and they were shocked by the artistic conception of the poems he recited, and captured their hearts.

"I am me, you are you, listen again, it will break the news!

When I was drunk, I read the sword by burning the lamp, and I dreamed of blowing the trumpet company.

Eight hundred miles away, the troops under his command are burning, the sound of fifty-stringed strings turning outside the Great Wall, and the troops on the battlefield being ordered in autumn.

??????The horse is flying fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt. Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation during and after death.

Misfortune happens in vain! "

"I still have a lot of poems that will overwhelm your loyalty and courage. If I listen to this song again, I will be a year old!"

Map of Zeguo's country entering the war,

How can the living people care about woodcutting Su?

Don't talk about the matter of enfeoffment.

One general succeeds and ten thousand bones wither.

After Xiang Chen finished speaking, the whole place was silent, and Xiang Que was so oppressed by his aura that he sat down on the ground, his face pale.

"Don't talk about the matter of making a marquis. One general can make thousands of bones dry! A good general can make thousands of bones dry. It's not just about the battlefield, but also about martial arts. The birth of a strong man must be accompanied by the blood of many people, and It’s an eternal song!

Wu Ling was shocked and looked at the young man's expression of excitement.

A person with such literary talent must also be a person with great talent and wisdom.

"Haha, good, what a great man. One general can accomplish everything. I like this poem. Someone, please write it down and put it in my study. What a good sentence. What a good sentence. Second Young Master Xiang, what a talent!"

A general in the court laughed out loud and liked this poem very much.

"It is indeed a good poem. One sentence of "One general's success and ten thousand bones withered" tells how sad it is for our generals to reach this day. Mr. Xiang Chen, good poem. Thank you, Mr. Xiang Chen, for writing such a good poem to commend us generals. "

The eyes of many generals looking at Xiang Chen also became extremely soft.

"These poems have an artistic conception and context that overwhelms loyalty and courage. It seems that Xiang Que lied before, and Man Jianghong was definitely not written by him. He has such literary talent, why should he be chanting loyalty and courage?"

"Yes, compared with these poems, loyalty and courage are nothing. There is no way that such a good poem as Man Jianghong could have been written by him."

The ministers discussed that at this moment, almost no one believed that the previous Man Jiang Hong was also written by Xiang Que.

Xiang Que was so angry that he was shaking all over, his face was as white as paper as he looked around at the people talking about him, despising him, and ridiculing him. His heart felt like a knife being twisted, and his dignity was being pressed to the ground by a few of Xiang Chen's poems, rubbed and trampled hard.

"How did this little beast get such a good literary talent?" Lin Lian was so angry that her nails dug into her palms.

King Shang sat quietly above, his eyes flashing, looking at Xiang Chen's arrogant figure. At this moment, he seemed to overlap with King Xiang!

There was a rare cold edge in his calm eyes, which was murderous intent!

"Xiang Que, don't be so shameless in your future life. How much ink do you have in your belly? Why don't you count? You will shamelessly smear this little trick. Wu, you are no match for me. Wen, you are even less worthy of being with me." Enemy! Hahahahaha... laugh up at the sky and go out, we are not Penghao people!"

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