Chapter 212： : 10 steps kill 1 person, 0 miles do not stay

"Huh? Well, do you know how to write these?" Li Yuan's eyes widened suddenly, and he said, "Grandson, your patriotism is patriotism, but where is the tragedy and fighting on the battlefield? You have never been on the battlefield, how could you What about writing poems? Say yes, I want original poems written in style, Feng’er, you can’t fool me, old man!”

"Don't worry, Grandpa, I won't fool you! Tell me, what type do you want! I'll just write it for you!"

Li Chengfeng said confidently.

Li Yuan nodded slightly, and said, "Okay, old man, I want an emotional poem about fighting on the battlefield, what kind of **** patriotic feelings do I want? I'm not the emperor anymore! Hmph..."

Li Yuan cursed to himself, it was obvious that he still remembered Li Shimin's attempt to usurp the throne in his heart, and was brooding about it.

Li Chengfeng smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll sing "Out of the Competition" for grandpa!"

"Playing? How to play the game?"

Li Yuan opened his round eyes and looked at Li Chengfeng curiously. What kind of poem would he write?

Immediately afterwards, Li Chengfeng thought about it for a while, then picked up his pen and wrote it down.

Big characters as vigorous as dragons were displayed on the rice paper.

""Out of the Race"

The bright moon in Qin Dynasty and the pass in Han Dynasty, the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned.

But let the flying generals of Dragon City stay, don't teach Huma Du Yinshan! "

"But let the flying generals of Dragon City stay, and don't teach Huma Duyin Mountain!"

"My God, Feng'er, is this really your poem? Is this really your original poem?"

Li Yuan was stunned.

"Ding, surprise from Li Yuan, naughty value +129!"

When Li Chengfeng wrote the last handwriting, Li Yuan even shook his hand and tore off his two beards?

Li Yuan was dumbfounded. He never thought that Li Chengfeng, who was only six years old, could write such a profound poem at his fingertips?

Moreover, Li Yuan knew that with his own experience, Li Chengfeng would never be able to fool him.

His "Out of the Competition" is indeed an original poem, not plagiarized by others, otherwise, Li Yuan wouldn't be so surprised.

After writing, Li Chengfeng wrote five large characters on the back: Fengti, Li Chengfeng!

Then put away the brush.

Li Chengfeng handed the poem to Li Yuan, and said, "Grandpa, do you like the poem "Out of the Competition"?"

"I like it, it's not just like it, old man, I can't love it enough!"

With trembling hands, Li Yuan took the poem from Li Chengfeng's hand tremblingly, and a brilliant look flashed across his eyes.

"In the Qin Dynasty, the moon was bright and the Han Dynasty was at the Pass, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned.

But let the flying generals of Dragon City stay, don't teach Huma Du Yinshan! "

"Good poem, good poem! The 5,000 gold is worth it! Humph, I want to see, do those old men like Wei Zheng dare to show off in front of me? If I take out this poem, I will definitely be able to do it." scare them to death!"

"So, grandpa, 5,000 gold a song, is it worth it?"

Li Chengfeng looked at Li Yuan cheerfully.

Li Yuan nodded heavily, and said: "If you don't mention the handwriting, it will be worth 2,000 gold. Adding the artistic conception of this poem, it will be worth spending 3,000 gold!"

"Feng'er, I want to play another song! 5000 gold, one more song for grandpa!" Li Yuan said.

"Ah? Do you want more?"

Li Lizhi and Wu Xu on the side were both stunned.

They thought that 5,000 gold for a poem was already a sky-high price, but they didn't expect that Li Yuan would come up with another one?

Li Yuan stroked his beard and looked at Li Lizhi, and said, "Changle, there are some things you are too young to understand! You can earn money when you lose it, but artistic conception and spiritual enjoyment are not just things. Can you buy it with money? And you don’t understand the meaning of the poem! If this poem can be passed down! In the future world, let alone 5000 gold, even if it is 10000 gold, 20000 gold, it may be more than !"

"What? Yes, so powerful?" Wu Xu opened his mouth wide, looking very surprised.

Li Yuan smiled and said: "Of course! So this wave, I don't lose!"

Li Chengfeng also laughed, it can be seen that Li Yuan still has a good eye!

Although Li Chengfeng's current poems are only worth 5,000 gold, with the passage of history and the change of dynasties, these poems can definitely be sold at super high prices, and perhaps in the future, they can be used to save lives!

Li Yuan continued: "Feng'er, please give grandpa another song, one you are good at, and grandpa will give you another 5000 gold, okay?"

Li Yuan looked at Li Chengfeng longingly for talents.

Li Chengfeng murmured, and said: "Actually, I don't want to write it, I want to close the pen! But, for the sake of you being my grandfather, I will write another one for you!"

"Haha, yes, as expected of the old man's grandson, yes, yes, yes!" Li Yuan laughed heartily.

"However, we have agreed on the price, two songs, a total of 10,000 gold!"

"Well, it's okay, grandpa, I have plenty of money! But if you close your pen, grandson, grandpa and I may never see such poems again!"

In fact, what Li Yuan is thinking now is: Wei Zheng, Du Ruhui, Fang Xuanling!

Let the three of you act aggressively in front of me? Each of you has one song, right? I'm going to sing two songs for one person now, let's see if you can still play in front of me?

After thinking about it, Li Yuan smiled happily again.

"Feng'er, Grandpa has no restrictions on themes this time. You only need to present your best poems to Grandpa, and Grandpa will be very satisfied!"

"Okay grandpa, don't worry, you will definitely be satisfied!"

Li Chengfeng waved his hand and said, "Eunuch Wu, bring the rice paper!"

"Yes, Eighth Prince!"

…

Another piece of rice paper was thrown on the table Li Chengfeng frowned, then picked up the brush, stained it with ink, and wrote.

""Xia Ke Xing"

Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu hook is bright with frost and snow.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like shooting stars.

Killing a person in ten steps will never stop a thousand miles away.

Hello. —Style body Lee Seung-fung! "

Terrible, terrible!

Killing a person in ten steps, not staying behind for a thousand miles?

If Li Yuan could say **** right now, he must have said **** 10,000 times in his heart?

You tell me, this is a six-year-old kid who can write verses?

Killing one person in ten steps? Never leave a thousand miles?

Just looking at these few poems, Li Yuan felt a little terrified.

The sharpness is unmistakable, and it is extremely majestic. Looking at this poem, it is like seeing a knight-errant in the rivers and lakes, holding a long sword, killing a person in ten steps, and killing a thousand miles along the way.

Bloodbath, thousands of miles away?

"Ding, surprise from Li Yuan, naughty value +133!"

"Grandpa, are you satisfied?"

Li Chengfeng smiled and looked at the bewildered Li Yuan.

Li Yuan's eyes were blurred, he nodded slightly, and said, "Satisfied, satisfied! It's another original style poem? Grandpa, I'm very satisfied!"