"Huh? Do you know how to write this? Li Yuan's eyes suddenly widened, and he said, "Grandson, you are patriotic and patriotic, but where does the tragedy and battlefield fight come from?" You have not been on the battlefield, how can you write that Psalm? Say okay, I want the original poems in the handwriting of the wind body, you can't fool me, an old man! ”

"Don't worry, grandpa, I won't fool you! You say, what type do you want? I'll just write it for you! ”

Li Chengfeng said confidently.

Li Yuan nodded slightly, and said, "Okay, that old man, you want a sentimental poem of battlefield fighting, what kind of bullshit patriotic feelings do you want?" Lao Tzu is not the emperor again! Hmph......"

Li Yuan muttered a curse, and it could be seen that he still remembered the matter of Li Shimin's power and usurpation of power back then, and he was still haunted by it.

Li Chengfeng smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll give grandpa a song "Out of the Competition"!" ”

"Out of the race? How do you get out of 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 slightly, and then put down his pen.

The big characters that are as vigorous as a dragon are displayed on the rice paper.

"Out of the Race"

In the Qin period, the bright moon and the Han period, the Long March has not been returned.

But to make the dragon city fly, do not teach Hu Ma to Yin Mountain! ”

"But make the dragon city fly, don't teach Hu Ma to Yin Mountain!"

"Oh my God, Feng'er, this, is this really a psalm you wrote? Is this really your original psalm? ”

Li Yuan was stunned.

"Ding, surprise from Li Yuan, naughty value +129!"

When Li Chengfeng dropped the last handwriting, Li Yuan even shook his old hand and tore off his two beards?

Li Yuan was stunned, he never thought that Li Chengfeng, who was only six years old, would be able to bring such a profound poem at his fingertips?

Moreover, Li Yuan knew that with his own experience, Li Chengfeng would never be able to deceive himself.

His "Out of the Competition" is indeed an original poem, not plagiarized from someone else, otherwise, Li Yuan would not be so surprised.

After putting down the pen, Li Chengfeng wrote five big characters in the back: Fengti, Li Chengfeng!

Then he put the brush away.

Li Chengfeng handed this poem to Li Yuan and said, "Grandpa, do you like a song "Out of the Competition"?" ”

"I like it, I don't just like it, old man, I can't love it!"

Li Yuan trembled his hands and took the poem from Li Chengfeng's hand tremblingly, and his eyes flashed with a brilliant look.

"In the Qin period, the bright moon and the Han period, the Long March has not been returned.

But to make the dragon city fly, do not teach Hu Ma to Yin Mountain! ”

"Good poetry, good poetry! This 5,000 gold, the old man is worth it! Hmph, the old man wants to see, Wei Zheng's old men, do they dare to swagger in front of the old man? The old man took out this poem, it will definitely scare them to death! ”

"So, grandpa, 5,000 gold songs, it's worth it, right?"

Li Chengfeng looked at Li Yuan happily.

Li Yuan nodded heavily and said, "If you don't say that this handwriting is worth 2,000 gold, plus the artistic conception of this poem, it's worth spending 3,000 gold!" ”

"Feng'er, I want to do it again! 5000 gold song, let's give it another song to grandpa! Li Yuan said.

"Huh? Do you want more? ”

Li Lizhen and Wu Xu on the side were stunned.

They thought that 5,000 gold for a poem was already a sky-high price, but they didn't expect that Li Yuan would have another poem?

Li Yuan touched his beard and looked at Li Liqing, and said, "Changle, there are some things that you are too young to understand!" Money is such a thing, you can make it again if you don't have it, but the artistic conception and spiritual enjoyment, this kind of thing can't be bought just by spending money? And you don't understand the meaning of the Psalms! If only this psalm could be passed on! In the future world, let alone 5,000 gold, even if it is 10,000 gold or 20,000 gold, it may be more than that! ”

"What? Yes, that's amazing, huh? Wu Xu opened his mouth wide, and his expression was very surprised.

Li Yuan smiled: "Of course! So this wave, I don't lose! ”

Li Chengfeng also smiled, and it could be seen that Li Yuan was still very discerning!

Although Li Chengfeng's current poems can only be worth 5,000 gold, with the passage of history and the change of dynasty, these poems can definitely be sold at a super high price, and maybe in the future, they can be used to save their lives!

Li Yuan continued: "Feng'er, let's give grandpa another song, come to the one you are good at, grandpa will give another 5,000 gold, okay?" ”

Li Yuan looked at Li Chengfeng eagerly.

Li Chengfeng muttered and said, "Actually, I don't want to write, I want to seal the pen!" But, for my grandfather's sake, I'll write you another one! ”

"Haha, good, worthy of the grandson of the old man, good, not bad!" Li Yuan laughed heartily.

"But the price is good, two songs, for a total of 10,000 gold!"

"Well, it's okay, grandpa, I have money! But if you seal your pen grandson, grandpa and I may never see such a psalm again! ”

In fact, what Li Yuan is thinking about now is: stinky fart Wei Zheng, Du Ruhui, Fang Xuanling!

Let the three of you pretend to be in front of me? You guys have one song, right? Lao Tzu is now directly two poems per person, see if you can still be scared in front of me?

Thinking about it, Li Yuan laughed happily again.

"Feng'er, grandpa has no restrictions on the subject matter this time, you just need to take out your best poems to grandpa, and grandpa will be very satisfied!"

"Okay grandpa, don't worry, I will definitely satisfy you!"

Li Chengfeng waved his hand and said, "Gonggong Wu, bring rice paper!"

"Yes, Eighth Prince!"

……

Another piece of rice paper fluttered on the table.

Li Chengfeng frowned, then picked up the brush, stained it with ink, and put it down to write.

"Knight's Journey"

Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles.

Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name. - Wind body Li Chengfeng! ”

It's amazing, it's amazing!

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles?

If Li Yuan would say that he was in a groove at this moment, he must have said it ten thousand times in his heart?

You tell me that this is a six-year-old child who can write verses?

Ten steps to kill a person? Thousands of miles without staying?

Li Yuan felt a little frightened just by looking at these few lines of poetry.

Looking at this poem, it is like seeing a chivalrous man in the rivers and lakes, holding a long sword, killing a person in ten steps, killing thousands of miles all the way.

Bloodbath, a thousand miles away?

"Ding, the surprise from Li Yuan, naughty value +133!"

"Grandpa, are you satisfied?"

Li Chengfeng looked at the bewildered Li Yuan with a smile.

Li Yuan's eyes were confused, he nodded slightly, and said, "Satisfied, satisfied!" And the original style word poem? Grandpa, I'm very satisfied! ”