After hearing the title, Ximen Hao and Li Shiwen thought about it.

And the cabin also quieted down, after all, Tang Taibai's question was even more of a referee.

It seems that tonight, these two may make a quatrain!

Not only that, people know that Ximen Hao is the prince, but they don't know Li Shiwen's identity, and they all want to guess from the poem.

After a moment, Li Shiwen's eyes lit up, and he walked to the open space with a wine glass.

"Grape wine glow-in-the-dark cup, want to drink the pipa immediately urge, drunk and lying on the battlefield Jun Mo smiled, Gu Lai to fight a few people back. ”

"Good!"

Tang Taibai was the first to applaud, and then turned his head to the scholar and ordered:

"Write it down!"

His emotions were a little excited, not only the poem was very apt, but also very wonderful, and there was a hint of sycophancy.

"Wonderful! It seems that this boy is a general. Someone speculated.

"Yes! Not only that, but there is also a domineering spirit that is not afraid of life and death, not bad! Yes, this person should be a general. ”

“......”

For a while, there was an endless stream of praise, and Li Shimin was also a little proud with his beautiful hair.

Although this poem does not explain his true identity, he was also a person who fought on the battlefield back then, so it is also very appropriate.

"Ximen Hao, okay, okay? If it doesn't work, forget it. ”

Murong Xin looked at Tang Taibai's respect for Li Shiwen, as well as the faint momentum on the other party's body, and felt that the other party's identity was not ordinary.

So, she didn't want her students to get into any more trouble.

"Hahaha! Good poetry! Really good poetry! It's a little familiar, but it's really good poetry. ”

Ximen Hao also left the table with a wine glass.

Li Shiwen's poems are indeed somewhat familiar, and he must have heard them in his previous life.

But what if you have heard it? Aren't all your poems written by others?

"Ximen Hao, it's your turn. ”

Li Shiwen really wanted to hit his son-in-law, and at the same time wanted to see what the other party was capable of.

Ximen Hao's face suddenly turned straight, he lifted his robe, and walked out with a wine glass.

The others looked at each other in confusion, and then followed one by one.

"Gotta pretend to be forced again!"

Ji Wuxian simply understands Ximen Hao, don't want it, the other party is like this, that is to pretend to be forced, or big!

"Ji Wuxi, what is pretending?" Murong Xin asked suspiciously.

"Ahem, cough, that, Teacher Murong, just look outside. ”

Ji Wuxian can't explain it, but it is estimated that Ximen Hao will express it perfectly for everyone.

Outside, Ximen Hao slowly walked to the bow of the boat, looked at the more than a dozen brightly lit flower boats in the distance, and looked at the ripples of light emitting a trace of light at night on Bibo Lake, and began to brew the momentum on his body.

And Li Shiwen and the others stood behind, looking at Ximenhao's back one by one, wondering in their hearts, what kind of poems does the other party want to compose, is it necessary to do this?

Suddenly, Ximen Hao raised his glass and bowed to the air, and then sprinkled the wine in the cup to the congratulatory gift.

"Old man Cao, Sao Rui, pretend to be a force with your poems. Hmm~ Let your poems be famous in the other world. ”

Ximen Hao first comforted himself, and then his momentum changed, and he sang loudly:

When you sing about wine, what is your life?

For example, the morning dew is bitter in the past.

Be generous and unforgettable.

How can we solve our worries?

Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heart.

But for the sake of the king, he has been groaning so far.

Yo yo deer chirping, eating wild apples.

I have guests, drummers and shengs.

It's as clear as the moon, when can it be done?

Worries come from it, and they cannot be cut off.

The more strange it is, the more vain it exists.

Talking about the old kindness.

The moon stars are scarce, and the black magpie flies south.

Three turns around the tree, what branches can be followed?

The mountains are not tired of being high, and the sea is not tired of being deep.

Zhou Gong vomits and feeds, and the world returns to the heart!

Quiet, deathly quiet! Poetry of this kind of short sentence rarely appears.

Not only the poems, but also the momentum, especially the last sentence: The world is in the heart, everyone hears Ximenhao's hidden ambition!

Tang Taibai was stunned and forgot to let the scholar record.

Murong Xin was stunned, looking at the back stupidly, feeling the emotions in the poem.

Li Shiwen was shocked, he just wanted to have fun and came to a random song, but he didn't expect that Ximen Hao would directly press himself on the deck and rub it.

Especially the sentence that the world is in the heart, so that he, the emperor of the empire, actually felt a little frightened.

Everyone was stunned, what a moment of effort, the other party actually made such a long poem, it was terrifying!

"Good!"

There was a sudden cheer on the flower boat opposite, and it was obvious that Ximen Hao's chant spread far away.

Ximen Hao smiled faintly and threw the wine glass into the lake.

Then he looked at the stunned crowd behind him and bowed:

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's late at night, so I'm going to retire first. ”

After speaking, he walked towards the mooring platform built by the flower boat.

Leave after pretending, this is his famous saying.

What's more, there is also Emperor Tang here, as well as the Qinglian Sword Saint, he doesn't want to be entangled for a while.

Ji Wuxi, Murong Xin, and Bai Yi also reacted and hurriedly followed.

At this time, Li Shiwen and others were still silent in the song "Short Song Xing", unable to extricate themselves for a long time.

So much so that there was no applause, and he didn't even notice that Ximen Hao had drifted away.

On the shore of Bibo Lake, Ximen Hao was still standing on the bow of the boat, with his hands behind his back, looking at the pleasure seekers coming and going on the opposite shore, his heart was still beating rapidly.

This time the forced pretending is a bit big, after all, in front of the Tang Emperor and the top literati of the Tang Dynasty.

It is estimated that it will not be long before the things here will spread all over the Tang Dynasty, and even his short song will spread all over the Tianqing Continent.

I couldn't help but feel a little ashamed in my heart.

"Alas, be a copyist, you can't blame me!"

"Ximen Hao, what is a copyist?"

Murong Xin suddenly appeared next to Ximen Hao, this man always revealed a hint of psychedelic color.

Ximen Hao turned his head to look at Murong Xin, then glanced at the calm lake, and said with a smile:

"Xin'er, the beautiful scenery of a good day, why not visit Bibo Lake?"

Murong Xin was stunned, is this really an offer?

"Come on, the ship is coming. ”

Ximen Hao saw a boat rowing past to pick up guests on the shore, and suddenly hugged Murong Xin's small waist and jumped up.

Then he took the boatman's collar and threw it into his own boat, without even taking the demon with him.

"Xiao Ji, Bai Yi, you go back to the shore first!"

"You~ what do you do?"

Murong Xin finally came to his senses, this domineering man will never consult with others when he does things.

Ximen Hao smiled faintly, sat on the boat, picked up the sculls and paddled gently.

"Xin'er, tomorrow you will be my teacher again, why not cherish the good time between this friend tonight. Come, sit. ”

Murong Xin glanced at the small boat that was gradually swimming away, and then slowly sat opposite Ximen Hao.

Speaking, she was also full of curiosity about this Ximen Hao.

Sometimes he's a jerk, but sometimes he's like an emperor. Like, just now.

And Ji Wuxian on the other boat looked at the two figures sitting opposite each other on the boat, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh:

"Why bother? At most, it's just a close friend. ”

Bai Yi was stunned for a moment while listening, and then looked over there as well, with a deep envy flashing in his eyes.

Ximen Hao has gradually become his idol.