"Brother Bei, what do you mean?"

Du Fu frowned, and couldn't help but open his mouth in surprise, but it was obvious that Meng Haoran and Li Bai didn't know the reason, and shook their heads vigorously, indicating that they didn't know either. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

No one noticed that at this time, a little monk came down from Chang'an City, looking only four or five years old, with a childish expression, and a lilac robe draped over his body, which looked very cute.

He squeezed into the bustling crowd, looked at Beichen left and right, touched the six ring scars on his head, and pouted: "This kid is so bad, he actually scolded people in front of Emperor Tang......"

"Brother Bei, Zhang Liang still has an unclear ......"

Zhang Liang and Xu Renye, their eyes turned and they paid attention, remembered a way to hit the Tang Dynasty, took out the envelope sent by the Tang Emperor yesterday from their arms, and said lightly: "In your letter, the book is full of mountains and rain, and the black clouds are about to destroy the city, which shows that you are very stressed, right?" ”

The literati of the Tang Dynasty in the city were nervous, and on the eve of the battle, they issued a sentence with such an implication, isn't this to grow the opponent's ambition and destroy their own prestige? No need to fight, the momentum is three points shorter than the opponent!

Hearing Zhang Liang mention this issue, Beichen was not angry, but nodded with a smile: "That's right!" ”

"Isn't it nonsense to write war letters?"

"Don't mess around, you lost before you fight!"

Everyone is angry, a letter will greatly damage the morale of their side, how can this not be angry, at this time the civil and military officials also discussed, yesterday in the lobby, I heard Beichen say that the poetry is that Datang is not afraid of any challenge, they did not think about it, now think about it again and again, and suddenly found that something is wrong!

"Your Majesty, the minister has something unclear, I hope Your Majesty will solve your doubts!"

At this time, it was difficult for the prince next to Emperor Tang to remain calm, and he was one of the people who tried his best to stop the competition in Beichen Chang'an City yesterday, and he was still angry at the moment.

The only one in the field who could remain calm was Emperor Tang, so he waved his hand: "Prince Rong, if there is anything you don't understand, tell me about it!" ”

Taking a deep breath, Prince Rong's eyes flickered and looked at Beichen's back, and said in a deep voice: "This Beichen is obviously not sure of victory, why does Your Majesty agree to his request to set up this competition venue in Chang'an City?" ”

Hearing this, Emperor Tang suddenly smiled and said meaningfully: "It's not that there is no certainty of victory, but Beichen will inevitably lose, and the reason why he agreed to his request and did such an incomprehensible move ......"

Turning his head, Emperor Tang looked at the envoys of the Six Kingdoms: "It's because I want Beichen to splash blood on Chang'an City, and let Beichen spill blood outside Chang'an City in front of the envoys of the Six Kingdoms!" ”

His body was shocked, Rao is fighting all year round, and the iron-blooded Prince Rong also trembled in his heart, saying that since ancient times, kings have been ruthless, and today he has seen it......

Under the watchful eye of everyone, Beichen suddenly sneered, looked at Zhang Liang, who was proud of himself, and said unexpectedly: "Brother Zhang, could it be that you only wonder about these, is there nothing else?" ”

Zhang Liang was stunned for a moment, his eyes flickered, and after a while, he asked tentatively, "Are you talking about Bei Youchen?" Isn't that your name? ”

Hearing this, a smile appeared in the corner of Beichen's eyes, but on the surface, he was disappointed, and sighed: "I thought that Brother Zhang was also a scholar of literature, but I didn't expect that Brother Zhang's ideas were so superficial, it's really disappointing......"

His pupils constricted, Zhang Liang's face became gloomy, and he said with an unkind expression: "What do you mean by this?" ”

If it was a soft knife when he took out the envelope just now, then Beichen's words were hard knives, and he didn't shy away from it at all, which made Zhang Liang very unhappy.

When Beichen heard this, he looked at the crowd of people under the city, and laughed loudly: "There are no stars in the south and there is Chen in the north, and the world has been one since ancient times!" ”

Sneering, Beichen tore off his hypocritical mask and said contemptuously: "You can't even figure out the meaning of the three words, and you dare to come to Chang'an City to compete with me?" Who gave you the courage? ”

"There are no stars in the south and there are stars in the north, and the world has been one since ancient times, good! Wonderful! It's expensive! ”

Li Bai was the first to come back to his senses, and immediately clapped his hands excitedly, and the people around him heard it domineeringly, but they didn't know what it meant, so they could only look at Li Bai and the others for help.

After a little understanding, the Ministry of Rites Shangshu Zhen Yan opened his mouth to everyone: "This means that there are no stars in the south, and the stars in the north are bright, just like this world, the past and present can only be attributed to one door!" ”

"Good!"

At this time, even Emperor Tang's eyes showed a touch of amazement, no one could hear such explicit words, the south is Nanzhao, and the north is Datang, which means that the world will eventually return to Datang, and any repression is only temporary.

"The meaning is actually more than that, not only the land of the world belongs to the emperor's land, but the world learns literature, and it is also the work of one family, what I said is right, Brother Bei!"

It is said that Li Bai is a genius, and this is indeed the case, and another idea of Beichen was said in one bite, but Beichen did not refuse, and nodded quietly: "But there is this intention." ”

"Beichen, what you said about the world's learning and literature belongs to one door, does it belong to you or to me?" Gritting his teeth, Zhang Liang stared at Beichen with cold eyes and asked.

Beichen waved his hand and said innocently: "Of course, who made the poem?" ”

Prince Yi saw that Zhang Liang was about to suffer, so he hurriedly walked up, saluted Emperor Tang, and said very respectfully: "Your Majesty, I Nanzhao discussed with the six countries, how about three wins in five games in this competition?" ”

"Accurate!"

Tang Huang naturally didn't care about these trivial things, and with a wave of his hand, he was directly approved.

Turning around, Beichen looked at Zhang Liang, who had a bad face, and said with a smile: "How about we add some bets, I lost on Chang'an City, and the territory was stained with blood, if you lose, go back to Nanzhao, and you must not step into my Datang realm for half a step in this life!" ”

"Deal!"

Zhang Liang narrowed his eyes and promised that he had absolute confidence in himself and would crush Beichen in poetry, because Beichen had no chance of winning.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Liang said in a loud voice: "Gong covers three countries, and the name becomes eight formations." The river does not turn, and the hatred is lost. ”

Everyone outside Chang'an City frowned, this is a poem that misses Zhuge Kongming, but no matter how you listen to it, you feel that Zhang Liang is praising himself, and he is covering three points of the country, isn't it referring to Zhang Liang?

Isn't it the battle of the Southwest Frontier where Zhang Liang became famous?

Just when everyone was extremely nervous, Beichen strode forward and said loudly: "Leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered." Wildfires can't be burned, and the spring breeze blows and grows again! ”

"Oh......"

Everyone didn't expect that Beichen would come to such a poem, which is just the opposite of Zhang Liang's poem, just like the weeds on the plain, they will die once a year, and the flames will burn through, but when the spring breeze blows, he is still alive tenaciously!

Beichen was slightly better, Zhang Liang frowned, and spoke again: "Thirty-six years of ups and downs, seventy-two ups and downs, waiting for the heavy armor to be draped, a horse and a flat river swept the world!" ”

This time it was Beichen's turn to be surprised, this poem had an amazing meaning, and he had never heard of it at all, but under everyone's gaze, Beichen gritted his teeth and said: "Qin Shimingyue Han Shiguan, the Long March has not been returned." But to make the dragon city fly, do not teach Hu Ma to cross Yin Mountain! ”