The Great Tang: God-level Bear Child

"Huh? Well, do you know how to write these things?" Li Yuan suddenly widened his eyes and said, "Grandson, your patriotism is patriotism, but how can you be so tragic and fight on the battlefield? You have never been on the battlefield, how can you write?" 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 in the battlefield, what kind of bullshit 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 give Grandpa a song "Out of the Competition"!"

"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 +!"

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 in the back, 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 poems, good poems! This gold is worth the money! Hmph, 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, it will definitely scare me. kill them!"

"So, grandpa, Jin Yi, 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 a gold, but if you add the artistic conception of this poem, it will be worth the gold!"

"Feng'er, I want to play another song! Jin Yi, let's give Grandpa another song!" Li Yuan said.

"Ah? Do you want more?"

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

They thought that Jin's 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 if you lose it, but artistic conception and spiritual enjoyment are not just for nothing. Money can buy it? And you don’t understand the meaning of the poem! If this poem can be passed down! In the future world, let alone gold, even if it is gold, there may be more than gold!”

"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 gold, with the passage of history and the change of dynasty, these poems can definitely be sold at a super high price, and perhaps in the future, they can be used to save his life!

Li Yuan continued, "Feng'er, give Grandpa another song, one you are good at, and Grandpa will give you the money, 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 about now is Wei Zheng, Du Ruhui and 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 Li Chengfeng! "

Terrible, terrible!

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

If Li Yuan could say shit right now, he must have said shit 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 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 +!"

"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! Is it an original style poem? Grandpa, very satisfied!".