The rebellious grandson of Emperor Zhenguan of the Tang Dynasty: Please, Your Majesty, be called Cro

The moment the poem was uttered, the entire Hibiscus Garden seemed to be muted.

The clamor of insults, sarcasm, and agreement that had been raging just moments before suddenly ceased, and even the river breeze that was blowing through the forest seemed to freeze in mid-air.

Only the sound of Li Xiang swallowing the wine was clear and jarring.

The crowd that had gathered was initially deathly silent, a deathly silence.

Everyone froze in place, their faces contempt, anger, and disdain instantly replaced by a sudden, unexpected horror. Their pupils contracted, their lips parted slightly, but no sound came out.

The Cui family member who had just been standing with his arms crossed and shouting coldly instantly lost his lividity and turned ashen-white. His hands clenched involuntarily, his knuckles turned white, and he even forgot to regulate his breathing. He prided himself on having a minor reputation for poetry in Chang'an, and occasionally, courtesans in Pingkang Ward would sing his poems. He was usually very proud of this.

But at this moment, upon hearing these four lines of poetry, I felt a chill run from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head, and my whole body went cold.

"When my flower blooms, all other flowers wither..." Someone's lips trembled as they repeated the sentence in a low voice, unconsciously wanting to back away.

The peonies were in full bloom, their beauty overshadowing the rest of the garden. But the chrysanthemums in Huang Chao's poem were not the usual aloof and proud ones. Instead, they carried an overwhelming aura of dominance, a murderous spirit that said, "Those who obey me will prosper, and those who defy me will perish!"

The three words "Hundred Flowers Kill" are like knives!

Is the intention to kill all the peonies in the garden? Or... is the peony a metaphor for the scions of noble families filling the garden?

An ominous aura, so thick it seemed impossible to dispel, spread along the lines of the poem, enveloping the entire courtyard.

Li Xiang chuckled inwardly, thinking how arrogant these scions of powerful families were.

Still look down on Huang Chao? Do you even understand the significance of having trampled the bones of countless nobles on the streets?

It's definitely more fun to recite anti-Chinese poems! A real man pretending to be Boyi has to recite anti-Chinese poems!

Forget about "Shuidiao Getou" and "Qingyu'an," they're all weak in terms of impact compared to this one!

Are there any anti-poems that are captivating?

Those people who crossed over from under the red flag and ended up licking the emperor's boots, would they dare to recite rebellious poems?

"This poem..." Finally, someone slowly came to their senses and hesitated before speaking:

"Isn't this somewhat inappropriate?"

"...Seems a bit too arrogant? And it's not even September yet, which is rather inappropriate..." someone commented with a forced smile.

When my flowers bloom, all others wither; the whole city is adorned in golden armor… Everyone felt that this poem sounded somewhat strange.

...But if we really want to be serious, it could be said that it's just about praising chrysanthemums, and it seems... that it's not worth making a big deal out of it?

The key point is... they were the ones who summoned people to listen to this person recite poetry.

If this poem is a seditious poem... wouldn't that also implicate them?

This time, it was Li Xiang's turn to be stunned. What? He had actually brought out such a powerful weapon as anti-poems.

Why are you all so indifferent?

The script shouldn't be like this!

Seeing that the crowd was about to disperse, Li Xiang, in a fit of impatience, simply laughed three times, drawing the crowd's attention back to him.

"Hahaha, since you gentlemen are still not satisfied, then I, Zhang Xianzhong, will recite another poem!"

"...Zhang Xianzhong? Aren't you Huang Chao?" The scion of the Cui family was stunned.

Li Xiang completely ignored him, instead taking a swig of wine and loudly reciting: "Suddenly a madman sharpens his knife in the night, the imperial star sways and Mars rises high. From this day forward, the world will be turned upside down; why hesitate to use your hands to kill!"

This poem was much more straightforward, and everyone's expression changed drastically upon hearing it!

All the luck and perfunctory attitude I had just had vanished in an instant!

"I, Hong Xiuquan, will compose another poem!" Li Xiang downed another mouthful of wine, and as the alcohol took effect, he became even more unrestrained.

Li Xiang continued reciting: "Holding the power of life and death over heaven and earth, I slay evil and uphold righteousness, relieving the people's suffering. My eyes see beyond the northwest mountains and rivers, my voice resounds in the southeast, reaching the edge of the sun and moon!"

"Spreading its claws, it seems to encounter a narrow path through the clouds; leaping forward, it fears not the deviation of the Han journey. Wind and thunder stir up three thousand waves; the image of the flying dragon is destined for the heavens!"

Some people had already realized what was happening. An older member of a prominent family swayed and had to rely on the younger members beside him to keep his balance.

The old man's cloudy eyes were fixed on Li Xiang's retreating figure. His lips trembled, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out, "This...this poem...is a seditious poem! It's all seditious! It's utterly rebellious!"

"This person...this person is a traitor!!"

A word to awaken the dreamer.

The crowd erupted instantly, but the previous mockery and insults were replaced by panic and fear!

"My God! How dare he write such a poem?"

"Who is this person?! How dare they! This is treason!"

"He...he's coming! Don't come any closer!!"

"Quick...run! This madman is a traitor!"

A group of scions of noble families shouted and retreated, as if Li Xiang were some extremely terrifying evil star or plague.

Some were tripped by those around them, others were trampled by their companions behind them. Among the scions of powerful and influential families, not a single one dared to step forward in the face of the incredibly arrogant Li Xiang!

They were as frightened as stray dogs!

Li Xiang laughed heartily, "That's more like it!"

This kind of scene is worthy of the special stage I chose for trash-talking!

He was still drinking and reciting poetry. With each step he took forward, the young noblemen would retreat in panic, fearing that this murderous, madman-like rebel would take their lives.

"Come, come, let Zhu Yuanzhang recite a poem for you! The sky is my tent, the earth my felt blanket, the sun, moon, and stars keep me company as I sleep. At night, I dare not stretch my legs out, lest I trample the mountains and rivers, the state and its people!"

Everyone was stunned. They had never seen someone who could recite poetry like this, and even change his name so casually!

Madness, and bizarreness!

"Hahaha, let me continue with another poem for you: 'Having slaughtered a million soldiers in Jiangnan, the blood on my sword is still fresh!'"

"One more song! If I were the Green Emperor in the future, I would make the peach blossoms bloom all at once!"

"Hahaha, again! The land is shrouded in mist and rain, ten years of honing my sword to slay the dynasty!"

"...Again!"

"...Again!"

"Again!"

In just a few breaths, more than ten shocking and unconventional anti-poems had been produced!

Li Xiang walked with a calm and unhurried pace, moving forward slowly step by step.

He tilted the wine pot at an angle, and the wine dripped intermittently from the spout, splashing onto the bluestone ground and creating tiny water droplets. This only made him appear more mad and unrestrained, exuding a murderous aura!

This also made the sons of the aristocratic families even more panicked!

Li Xiang was like the eye of a storm; wherever he passed, the crowds would retreat in panic, leaving several feet of open space around him.

Moreover, this gale was growing stronger and stronger, scattering what should have been an elegant and refined late spring gathering into pieces!

"Huang Chao, Zhang Xianzhong, Li Zicheng, Zhu Yuanzhang... Who exactly are you? Does anyone recognize this madman?" This was the Cui family scion, who was already numb, asking loudly to show that he had no connection with this person and did not know him!

"He...he said he had met Kong Gong and Yu Gong!" someone suddenly thought.

Others realized what was happening and exclaimed, "Kong Yu and his comrade are currently accompanying King Wei at the Linjiang Water Pavilion... Quickly, go and report to King Wei!"

"Quickly! Go find the guards in the garden! Rebels have infiltrated the garden!"