"What a heroic man who has to be dressed in heavy armor and sweep the world with a horse and a flat river!"

"Another good one, but make the dragon city fly, don't teach Hu Ma the determination and perseverance of Yin Mountain!"

Du Fu looked emotional, at this time, who would dare to say that Beichen did not have the strength to fight? In the-for-tat fighting poems, Beichen was on the defensive side, and the result was not only a drop of water, but a sharp contrast!

"So tough?"

Prince Yi of Nanzhao Kingdom's face sank, who Zhang Liang is, whether it is strategy or talent, it is amazing ancient and modern, except for a few literati of the older generation, there is no opponent among his peers. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Squinting his eyes at Beichen, Prince Yi said in a deep voice: "Who is this Beichen?" ”

"My lord, we haven't found out about Beichen's past, only a few pieces of information, the first is that this person is a Qingtian who is like a god who has decided the case, and the second is that this person won the first place in the Luoyang Poetry Conference."

A civil official in the rear frowned, they had already sent someone to check Beichen's identity and history, but apart from these news, nothing else was found.

"Prince, these two poems Brother Zhang are at a disadvantage, the situation is not good!"

Some people are also worried, they are all scholars, and they make judgments when they open their mouths, which is not to say that Beichen's poems are better, but that they are born to restrain each other, and use the inexhaustible weeds burned by wildfires to compare the heroes of the three countries!

followed by another sentence, but made Longcheng Feijiang, not teaching Hu Ma to Yin Mountain, which directly shattered Zhang Liang's dream of sweeping the world with Ma Pingchuan.

Zhang Liang's eyes were also a little heavy, he didn't expect that even so, he would still be killed, he looked at Beichen with fear, and didn't dare to speak casually.

"Brother Zhang, these two poems ......"

Some people in the Six Kingdoms opened their mouths worriedly, but Zhang Liang was not surprised, but said calmly: "I lost these two poems, but now it is Brother Beichen's turn to come first, and I will ...... later."

"Haha, see it, Brother Zhang Liang must have deliberately released the water, so that it is challenging." There was a bearded man with a hearty laugh and an expression that I knew.

"Let two chase three? Are you sure I want to come first? ”

Beichen's face was playful, the other party thought that he was not sure of winning, and Beichen was the same, since he knew that Zhang Liang was not the last traverser, Zhang Liang's end was doomed.

The corners of his mouth rose, Beichen remembered a poem, and improvised it: "The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands......"

Speaking of this, Beichen paused, changed his words, stared at the envoys of the six countries and smiled deeply: "Don't dare to speak loudly, for fear of shocking the people in the sky!" ”

"The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and your hand can be in the stars. Don't dare to raise your voice, for fear of frightening the people in the sky......"

Someone muttered, and then looked at the envoys of the Six Kingdoms with strange eyes, how could the person who was neutral on the top of the dangerous building in Beichen's poetry feel like he was talking about the envoys of the Six Kingdoms?

And the jaw of the poem directly pointed out that he didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear of shocking the heavens, this is right, when he came to my Datang realm, he should have such an attitude.

“……”

In an instant, the faces of the envoys of the six countries, including Zhang Liang, darkened, as the so-called pun intended, this poem first indicated the position of the six countries, and the building was in danger!

Later, he elaborated on his ambitions, but his jaw turned sharply, directly pointing out the thoughts of the villains of the Six Kingdoms, showing the lofty posture of Datang.

"Riding a horse to watch the flowers and see the world, playing monkeys to play and walk the world, the annual stone lantern day, smiling and watching the flowers on the back of a camel!"

The corners of Zhang Liang's mouth trembled slightly, his face was still not good-looking, since he heard Beichen's poetry, how could Zhang Liang not understand, if he lost, not to mention defeat, he could obviously make a judgment.

"What do you mean? Horseback riding? Playing with monkeys? And the camel on the back of the smiling flowers......"

At this moment, Meng Ge Lao frowned, these words were too profound, especially the stone lantern day in the chin of the poem......

The stone lantern day in the Tang Dynasty is a kind of legend, according to legend, if there is a stone lamp spontaneous combustion among the people, there must be a Wenxing to the world, the legend originated in the Tang Taizong period, it is said that when Zheng Guogong Wei Zheng was born, there was a stone lamp burning, which shocked the world.

Since then, such legends have been circulating in Datang.

What does Zhang Liang mean by this? What happened to Stone Lantern Day? ”

"Smiling at the flowers on the back of a camel? This is a laugh and a flower, and it is clearly a joke! ”

Beichen looked surprised, and gradually heard some information from the voice next to him, he suddenly sneered and did not speak.

"Whether you're laughing at flowers or laughing at jokes, you've already lost......"

Beichen didn't care, but Du Fu threw off his robe, Du Fu was not angry with the hypocrite who could still say satirical poetry if he lost, but what people didn't expect was that Zhang Liang was very calm: "I lost ......"

"Lost?"

At this time, the people under Chang'an City were already confused, didn't they agree to win three out of five games? How can a talent already win or lose three poems?

There was no shortage of wise men in the crowd, and there was a pale-haired old Xiucai who shook his body and said in surprise: "There is another possibility, that is, Beichen's three poems are all better than Zhang Liang!" ”

"What?"

"This!"

This news was like a gust of wind blowing through the crowd, countless people widened their mouths in shock, and after hearing Zhang Liang's prestige, they thought that Beichen would definitely lose, even if they saw the power of Beichen's poetry, these people didn't think that Beichen would win.

But the ending is always full of surprises and surprises!

A grassroots inspirational poem: Wildfires can't be burned, and the spring breeze blows and grows!

Another resolute and determined side poem: But make the dragon city fly, don't teach Hu Ma to do Yin Mountain!

The last beautiful satirical poem: Don't dare to speak loudly, for fear of frightening the heavens......"

Three battles and three victories, Beichen crushed Zhang Liang with absolute strength, although it could not convince Zhang Liang's conscience, but it made Zhang Liang personally say the words "I lost".

For Zhang Liang, the world's "banner" figure, these three words weigh a thousand pounds, just like someone in the 21st century who said that I lost, and the American president said these three words, of course, the content is different.

"Three to zero!"

Someone among the envoys of the six countries opened his mouth with a dull face, he was scared stupid, is it really as Beichen said, the world has been one since ancient times, so what should the status of the six countries be?

Although this kind of result is very ruthless, the envoys of the six countries have no face to stay, and under the attention of the people of the Tang Dynasty, their faces are hot, and they can't wait to find a ground to get into.

At this time, a little monk suddenly squeezed in around the battle, he stared at the battlefield, his eyes rolled wildly, and said with a regretful face: "It turned out to be three to zero, I didn't expect such a ......."

"Little monk, what nonsense are you talking about?"

The envoy of Nanzhao was suddenly furious, his eyes widened, and he stared viciously at the little monk who was no more than four or five years old in a purple robe.

The little monk smiled whimsily: "What a cow, after all, it's three to zero, and I can do it!" ”

As soon as these words came out, Beichen's pupils in the field constricted, and he suddenly looked back.