When Li Yuan heard this, how could he not know that Zhang Feng was unwilling.
Now that he was free, he studied the four arts. Even in his harem, there were many talented existences among those beauties. When he had nothing to do, Li Yuan would also recite a poem and study the four arts. But once he saw Zhang Feng's poem, he could not help but be infatuated.
Compared to his own poem, this was a real master!
At this time, he finally lured Zhang Feng to this topic. How could Li Yuan let him get off so easily?
"Little brother, aren't we drinking and chatting? It's fine, just treat it as drinking to relieve boredom. How about we each recite a poem to celebrate your good mood?! "
Zhang Feng was still unwilling.
But Li Yuan picked up a bowl of wine, stood up, raised both hands, and said with a solemn face, "Previously, the matter of my family, as well as the conflict between my son and I, were all thanks to little brother's help. Only then could it be resolved. For this, Old Man salutes you!"
How could Zhang Feng not see that this old fellow was clearly trying to get him drunk!
But the other party was already like this, if he still refused, then it was not a matter of whether he could drink or not, but that he did not know manners!
"Good! Old Man, I also salute you with a bowl! "
While speaking, Zhang Feng raised his neck and took a gulp.
"An old steed in the stable, with aspirations of a thousand miles. A martyr in his twilight years is full of ambition. The time of shrinking is not only in the heavens, but the blessing of nourishment can be eternal. So fortunate, to sing a song of aspiration!"
Li Yuan drank a bowl of wine and could not help but recite Cao Cao's Although the Tortoise Lives Long.
Although Li Yuan's bare chest was a little something, this made Zhang Feng feel a little emotional. Wasn't this the old man's current situation?
Involuntarily, Zhang Feng could not sit still anymore.
He stood up and recited, "The mountains in the south are beautiful, the snow floats in the clouds, the forest shows its color, the city adds to the cold!"
"Good!"
"Good poem, good poem!"
"Come come come, little brother Zhang Feng, Old Man salutes you with this poem!"
"Come!"
Zhang Feng was not good at drinking, but under Li Yuan's bowl of wine, he did not even know where to go.
"Come come come, Lao Li, I salute you, but this poem of yours is somewhat inappropriate! It's clearly summer now, you … no, give me another one! "
"Don't, brother, I drank too much, I can't drink, this poem, not in any season, but in the heart, when the heart is cold, it is winter, the warm sun, it is spring, but if there is a scorching sun in the heart, then it is true summer!"
Zhang Feng stuttered.
And Li Yuan also came up, hugging Zhang Feng's neck and said, "Then why don't you write a poem that suits the occasion? Could it be that he had run out of words? Do you want me to sing a song? "
How could Zhang Feng stand such provocation?
"Old man, you must be joking, although our Zhang Feng's alcohol tolerance is a bit poor, but I'm not bragging, in this poem, if I, Zhang Feng, dare to say that I am second, no one in the entire Tang Dynasty dares to say that they are first!"
"Oh?"
Li Shimin and Li Yuan looked at each other and smiled.
Zhang Feng saw this, but he did not buy it.
He stood up unsteadily, pointed at the two with a red face and said, "Hey! You still don't believe it! "
"Good, good, good, today, we will make an exception and let you see!"
"Let's talk about this Zhuge Liang … burp … let me think!"
"This is how it should be, the merits cover three parts of the country, the name of the Eight Front Formation, the stone does not turn in the river, the hatred of the loss swallows Wu!"
Li Yuan was shocked.
This is Zhuge Liang's Eight Front Formation?
This boy's poem is really …
Awesome!
But without waiting for the two to react, Zhang Feng directly hugged the wine jar and said with a big tongue, "Four more, listen carefully! These four poems encompass the four seasons. Old Master, please take a look at them for us! "
"The grass on the plains, withering and blooming with each year, the wildfire cannot burn it, the spring wind blows and it grows again, the fragrance from afar invades the ancient road, the green jade connects to the desolate city, and sends the prince's grandson away, the luxuriant parting!"
"It rains in the Qingming Festival, the pedestrians on the road are heartbroken, asking where the winery is, the shepherd boy points to the Apricot Blossom Village!"
"Midnight is still as hot as noon, opening the door, the moon is bright, the bamboo trees are dense, the insects are chirping, sometimes there is a slight chill, just the wind."
Zhang Feng seemed to be really drunk.
Poems came out of his mouth one by one, one after another. Even Li Yuan and Li Shimin were so shocked that they could not close their mouths.
"This Zhang Feng boy is really … talented!"
Li Yuan praised from the bottom of his heart.
Li Shimin was also stunned.
Hurriedly taking advantage of Zhang Feng's poem recitation, he hurried to the front of the tavern and waved his hand. Wei Shuyu hurriedly came forward from a hidden place.
"Quickly go and find someone with a good memory, someone who can write fast!"
"Yes!"
After a while, a short and fat man carrying a pole appeared in the small tavern. He did not do anything, just squatted at the corner of the door, took out a brush, ink, paper and inkstone from his bosom, and hurriedly started to record.
And the more he recorded, the more indescribably shocked he was.
Every poem that came out of this person's mouth, which one of them was not shocking?
But in his mouth, why did it sound like candy? Did it not cost money?
And what happened to the Emperor and the Retired Emperor?
This …
Could it be that a poet immortal had descended?
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