Chapter 413

When Li Yuan heard the speech, he didn't know that Zhang Feng didn't want to.

He is now free. He has studied piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Even in his harem, there are many talented beauties. When he has nothing to do, Li Yuan will recite a poem and study piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. But when he sees Zhang Feng's poetry, he can't help falling in love with it.

Compared with their own poems, this is the real everyone!

At this time, it was not easy to lead Zhang Feng to this topic. Where would li Yuan let him get off easily?

"Little brother, don't you think it's drinking and chatting? It's all right. It's just drinking to relieve boredom. Let's each write a poem to wish Yaxing well!?"

Zhang Feng still quit.

But Li Yuan picked up a bowl of wine, got up, raised his hands, looked dignified and said, "the things in my family and the contradictions I saw with my son were all resolved with the help of my little brother. For this reason, I give you a bowl!"

Zhang Feng can't see it. The old guy has made it clear that he wants to irrigate himself!

But people are like this. If he refuses, it's not whether he can drink, but he doesn't know manners!

"Good! Old man, I'll give you a bowl, too!"

While talking, Zhang Feng raised his neck and was stuffy.

"An old hero lies in the Carpinus, and his ambition is thousands of miles. The martyrs are full of ambition in their twilight years. When they shrink, they can enjoy eternal happiness not only in heaven, but also in singing!"

After drinking a bowl of wine, Li Yuan couldn't help singing Cao Cao's article that the tortoise is long-lived.

Although it is said that Li Yuan's open breast and dew about this matter is something, it makes Zhang Feng feel a little. Isn't this the old man's current situation?

Zhang Feng couldn't help but sit still.

He got up and sang, "the Yinling mountains in the south are beautiful, the snow is floating in the clouds, the forest shows its color, and the cold is added to the city!"

"Good!"

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

"Come on, little brother Zhang Feng, I give you a bowl for this poem!"

"Come!"

Zhang Feng was very good at drinking, but he didn't know where the door was under Li Yuan's bowl of wine.

"Come on, Lao Li, I'll give you a bowl, but your poem is a little out of place! It's summer now, you... No, another one!"

"Farewell, brother. I'm drunk and can't drink any more. This poem, it's not in any season. It's in my heart. It's cold in my heart. That's winter. The warm sun in my heart shines at the beginning. That's spring, but if there's a strong sun in my heart, that's the real summer!"

Zhang Feng said with a big tongue.

Li Yuan also came up, put his tongue around Zhang Feng's neck and said, "then why don't you have a poem for the occasion? Is it because the words are poor? Do you want me to have one?"

Where can Zhang Feng stand such a fierce general?

"Old man, you're kidding. Although Zhang Feng's drinking capacity is a little poor, I don't boast about Niubi. In this poem, Zhang Feng dares to be the second. No one dares to be the first in the whole Tang Dynasty!"

"Oh?"

Li Shimin and Li Yuan looked at each other and smiled.

Zhang Feng saw this, but he didn't buy it.

Askew stood up, blushed and pointed to two people: "Hey! You don't believe it!"

"Well, today, let's make an exception and let you palm your hand!"

"Let's talk about Zhuge Liang... Burp... Let me think!"

"This is how it should be. It covers three parts of the country. It is called the eight array map. The rivers and stones don't turn. It sends hate and swallows Wu!"

Li Yuan was shocked.

Is this Zhuge Liang's eight array diagram?

This boy's poem is really

Awesome!

But before they could react, Zhang Feng held the wine jar with his tongue wide and said, "listen carefully! These four poems are included in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Sir, just give us a hand!"

"In one year, withers and thrives once each other, the lush grass on the plains is not enough, and the spring breeze is blowing again." the distant fragrant invaded the ancient road, and the fine jade was connected to the deserted city, and sent Wang Sun to the city.

"During the Qingming Festival, it rains one after another. Pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Ask where the restaurant is. The shepherd boy points to Xinghua village in the distance!"

"It's still hot in the afternoon at midnight. When the door is opened, it stands in the moonlight. There are deep bamboos and dense insects. Sometimes it's slightly cool, but it's just the wind."

Zhang Feng seems to be really drunk.

The continuous poems came out of his mouth one by one, and even the mouths of Li Yuan and Li Shimin couldn't close.

"This Feng boy is really... Talent!"

Li Yuan gave a heartfelt exclamation.

And Li Shimin was stunned.

Taking advantage of Zhang Feng's poetry recitation, he hurried to the front of the tavern and waved. Wei Shuyu hurried forward from the hidden place.

"Go find someone who has a good memory and writes fast!"

"Yes!"

A moment later, a pudgy man with a burden appeared in the tavern. He didn't see what he did. He squatted in the corner of the door, took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone from his arms, and hurriedly recorded it.

And the more he recorded, the more stunned he was.

Every poem in this population, which is not shocking?

But it's in his mouth. Why is it like sugar beans? Don't you want money?

And what happened to the emperor and the supreme emperor?

This

Is poetry immortal coming down to earth?