At the venue of the poetry gathering, Lu Bei instantly became the focus of attention.
"Hehe, since he has finished writing, I will do it.”
Lu Bei, who was in the limelight, smiled coldly. He grabbed the brush and began to write on the paper.
"Hmph, let's see what you can write.”
Zhangsun Chong glared at Lu Bei with his fierce triangular eyes.
His attainments in poetry had long been unrivaled in Chang 'an.
Lu Bei was the top scorer, but in his eyes, he was worthless.
After all, from what he knew, the attainment of poetry required a large amount of money to cultivate.
The Lu family had long been ruined. Lu Bei himself had joined the army. In his eyes, it was a symbol that he could not survive in the literary world.
That was why he dared to bet with Lu Bei.
However, Lu Bei's confident look made his eyelids twitch.
"I can't write it, I can't write it, I can't write it…"
Zhangsun Chong roared and cursed in his heart.
Shua!
Lu Bei casually wrote the last stroke of the poem.
The handwriting he inherited from his original body, coupled with the smell of blood from the three days of fighting in Fan Yang, made his handwriting strong and filled with killing intent.
It looked like a dragon and phoenix dance, and it gave off a sense of oppression as if it was breaking through the back of a paper.
Zhangsun Chong was a little scared.
Especially when Lu Bei looked like he did not take him seriously at all, it made him feel even more uneasy.
The palace maid walked over respectfully and solemnly picked up Lu Bei's poem.
Crash!
Lu Bei waved his fan in a suave and handsome manner, indicating that he could start.
"Drunk, I light a lamp and watch the sword.
Eight hundred miles under the command of the army, fifty strings to turn the sound of the Great Wall, the battlefield in autumn to recruit soldiers.
The horse was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt.
After the king's world affairs, win the name of life and death, don't wait for it to happen in vain.”
The palace maid's voice rang out in the hall.
A dense intent came rushing over.
The words were elegant and unruly, making those who heard it feel a burst of joy in their hearts!
She could also deeply feel the deep foundation of writing behind Lu Bei's poems!
"Good, what a good ending for the king of the world, what a good ending for not waiting for it to happen in vain!”
"Delightful, so satisfying that I've already forgotten what poetry is. Hahaha!”
The old teacher, Xue Shou, raised his head to the sky and laughed loudly, standing up.
"Old Master actually praised me!”
Everyone present was in an uproar.
Looking around, everyone was shocked!
Zhangsun Chong felt like he was struck by lightning, his head buzzing and turning numb.
Even without the teacher's comment, he knew that he had lost the moment he heard the first sentence.
That bullsh * t taste of red lips, that bullsh * t fresh clothes and angry horses, it turned out that once the king's affairs were settled, it could contain all the artistic conception of a youth's ambition!
The Great Tang revered martial arts, and the country's ambition was to rule the world!
He had lost!
Cold sweat, along with his pride and dignity, flowed down his face.
"What is the name of this poem? It could be said that he was strong and fierce, and it was rare in the world!”
Old Master Xue Shou asked with interest.
"Hehe, I'm sorry to make a fool of myself in front of Scholar Xue. The poem is called 'Poem of Determination.' Our Great Tang is like a young man who has just risen from the sun.”
"Our army will eventually defeat the enemy, end the world's affairs, and win the reputation of our ancestors!”
Lu Bei said with a smile.
"Hiss…"
Old Master Xue Shou and all the Chang 'an talents present gasped.
It turned out that Lu Bei's poem had such a meaning.
"Good, determined not to forget the country, showing the true colors of the young talents of the Great Tang. Lu Bei, you are very good!”
Old Master Xue Shou called out a few times in a row. Then, his expression suddenly became serious. He bowed to Lu Bei!
"Uh, why is Scholar Xue so polite?”
Lu Bei was stunned for a moment, then he bowed back generously.
"Lu Bei, before I met you, I always thought that the younger generation of scholars in the Great Tang were useless.”
"This old man has also been depressed for quite some time. Your poem has awakened this old man's expectations for the younger generation.”
With that, the old man bowed deeply again.
"Chang 'an Marquis, you are truly a role model for our generation. Please accept Li Ke's bow!”
Li Ke, who had been standing at the side without any sense of existence, saw his idol Lu Bei's poem that shocked the Grand Secretary. He immediately came out happily and bowed.
"Please accept our bow!"
The young men and women present were all ambitious people with dreams. However, they were once lost in the purple drunkenness of Chang 'an.
Now, Lu Bei's "Poem of Determination" had enlightened them and finally woke them up.
Otherwise, what was the difference between them and Zhangsun Chong, whose mind was filled with red lips that never touched his body?
Just as the old man had said, only when one was proud and did not forget the country could one show the true qualities of the young talents of the Tang Empire!
Instantly, everyone in the venue, including Li Nongyue and Princess Chang Le, stood up with a serious expression.
They bowed to Lu Bei at the same time!
"Everyone, let's encourage each other. In the future, you will definitely be like me and win fame!”
Lu Bei smiled. His eyes suddenly turned cold as he shouted coldly,"Zhangsun Chong, where are you going?"
Everyone looked up and saw Zhangsun Chong's frozen figure at the door. They immediately looked at him with disdain.
"Don't wait for the white-haired Marquis of Chang 'an to taste Zhangsun Chong's red lips. Hmph, you, Zhangsun Chong, are really the shame of Chang' an!”
The old master's angry shout and comment had thrown Zhangsun Chong's future into hell!
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