"snort......"

Zangliu asked calmly: "What is the title of the poem?"

"Yongzhu, you go first!"

"Stand firmly on the green mountains and never let go. The roots are still in the broken rocks. They are still strong despite being struck hard by the winds from east to west, north and south."

Another eternal song!

This poem uses bamboo to chant the Qi Festival, which has a lofty and far-reaching realm.

Yangzhou Confucian scholars - defeated!

The fire that had just arisen in the hearts of the Confucian scholars in the two states was turned into a ladle of ice water and extinguished by this poem.

No one dares to jump out again!

Even the four major deans in Jiangnan dare not!

They looked at the "Three Hundred Poems of the Prince" in Zangliu's hands, their eyes burning, as if there was a treasure inside.

The poetic talent of King Huangzhou is simply shocking to the heavens and the gods!

At this time.

Zangliu smiled faintly, saluted in all directions and said, "Originally, I came to seek help on behalf of my prince."

"But the prince is right, men of letters look down upon each other. If I can't defeat you in terms of your own poetic talents that you are proud of... you will not listen carefully to what I have to say, the general."

"My prince said that if you want to listen to his poems, I have them here. Please listen."

Zangliu read loudly: "When I was drunk, I lit up the lamp and looked at the sword. I dreamed of blowing the trumpet company. Eight hundred miles away, my subordinates were burned, fifty strings were turned over the wall, and the soldiers were ordered in autumn on the battlefield."

As soon as this poem came out, a murderous spirit penetrated the hearts of all Confucian scholars like a sharp arrow.

Another song that will last forever.

"The luminous cup of grape wine will remind you immediately if you want to drink with the pipa. Lord Don't laugh while you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times?"

Another song that will last forever.

In front of these peerless masters throughout the ages, no one dared to write poems to compare with them.

shock!

The whole audience was shocked!

The eyes of the ten novelists were shining and they were recording crazily.

These poems will resound throughout the land of Kyushu.

finally.

Tang Qingzhu stood up and interrupted Zang Liu's recitation of the poem: "Stop reciting it!"

"The King of Huangzhou must be a poet in the mortal world!"

"The poems he wrote are truly amazing!"

"I also understand the deeper meaning of the King of Huangzhou asking his envoy to come here, in addition to recruiting talents!"

The corners of Zangliu's mouth twitched.

Now.

What he fears most is that Tang Qingzhu misunderstands his own prince's poems!

Tang Qingzhu really thought about it.

Zangliu just wants to scream!
Chapter completed!