It's not the first time Wang Yunshi has seen Zhang Twelve's words, but she still has the same feeling as when she saw it for the first time.

Looking at the poems he wrote again, it is no longer amazing, but should be used to describe her mood at this time.

She had heard other poems written by him, and she had the honor of being gifted by him with a poem, these poems were good enough, but none of them were as majestic as the current one!

But when I think of his appearance and temperament and his usual appearance, he doesn't look like a person who can write this kind of poem! It seems that I still know too little about him......

"Rhyme, read it!"

Just as she was distracted, Mrs. Wang's words dragged her back, and Wang Yunshi reacted, smiled embarrassedly at everyone, and then read:

"Grape wine glow-in-the-dark glass, if you want to drink the pipa, urge immediately.

Drunk and lying on the battlefield, how many people came back to fight in ancient times? ”

As soon as this poem came out, the audience was silent.

Seeing the same shocked reaction of everyone as she did when she first saw this poem, Wang Yunshi smiled, and then continued to read:

"Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp.

Eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings turned over the outside sound.

Autumn soldiers on the battlefield.

The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt.

But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death.

Poor white happens! ”

As the saying goes, a wave is not settled, and a wave is rising.

While the crowd was still immersed in the great shock that the first poem brought to them, the second poem exploded again.

At this time, everyone had the same thought, that is: no wonder he could be named the general of Zhenyuan by the Holy Emperor, just with this poem, if he had not experienced the battle on the battlefield, how could he write it?

However, they were puzzled: he was still so young! Based on his appearance and his original style, he is just a young man who works in poetry, how can he have this feeling?

Among this group of people, I am afraid that only Guo Jing really understands that Zhang Twelve is not just as gentle and elegant as he sees in front of him-

The "Four Eagles of Yushan" all died violently on the barren mountain, and the Xiliang cavalry who intercepted them disappeared, and they must have been killed by him - the young man in front of him is afraid that there are more lives in his hands than him, who has been fighting on the battlefield for many years, and it is not surprising that such a person writes this kind of poetry, right?

In addition to Guo Jing, there are three other people who can best understand this feeling, that is, Lu Fujing, Qin Yutong and Lin Zimo, who have had the general feeling of flying with Zhang Twelve - of course, this flight is really flying, not the kind of flying......

But Qin Yutong left, so only Lu Fujing and Lin Zimo were present who understood him, and their eyes brightened when they looked at Zhang Twelve......

I don't know who took the lead in saying "good poetry" first, and then the others shouted with thunderous applause.

And after hearing the poem and lyrics, Zhou Zhi in the crowd had mixed feelings:

Obviously, you can rely on your appearance to eat, but you rely on your talent......

It's just a matter of talent, it's good to be a military attaché, but you can write such good poetry......

Let's let us scholars live......

…………

The banquet was pushed to a climax by Zhang Twelve's poems, and everyone's admiration for General Zhang was gushing like a river, and then a new round of toasts came up......

Nima, if I knew this, I would not have written it......

After another round, Zhang Twelve really couldn't hold it anymore and lay directly on the table......

In the haze, he felt like he was being sent back to his room.

Lying on the bed, there was a wet towel running over his face, he felt very comfortable, and wanted to open his eyes, but found that his eyelids were too heavy to open them......

Hey, I've drunk too much~

In the haze, the clothes on his body were also taken off one by one, and after a while, he felt that his body was cold and swishing, but the little brother was very energetic - men understand the sequelae of drinking......

The wet towel came up and wiped it on him again, hesitated for a moment as it passed by his lower body, and then crossed over, and the little brother was very dissatisfied......

In the haze, a slender black shadow came to him, although he couldn't see it, but he could feel how hot the gaze projected on him was......

Suddenly, a pair of warm and tender little hands were on his face, Zhang Twelve reached out directly in the haze to grab it, and then with a little force, the black shadow fell into his arms with a "bang......

At this moment, Zhang Twelve felt as if there was a desolate force in his body, and instinctively hooked the head of the black shadow, and then kissed it......

Soft, moist – and fragrant......

Although he couldn't open his eyes, Zhang Twelve's sense of touch became sensitive......

The dark shadow was still struggling at first, but after a while, the whole person was captured by him, and it changed from struggle to obedience, and then from obedience to enthusiasm......

He was no longer satisfied with this, and his hand went straight down his neck, over the mountains, through the valleys, and then began to untie his clothes, but was stopped by the black shadows.

But now Zhang Twelve didn't care about this, pushed her away roughly, and then continued, back and forth a few times, she finally gave up resistance and let him be casual and thin......

Outside the house is quiet in the dead of night, and the house is alive and fragrant......

(A hundred little books that you know a certain color are omitted here.)

After a burst of passion, Zhang Twelve no longer had any strength and fell into a deep sleep......

And this figure slowly sat up from him, looked at the sleeping person on the bed with warm eyes, with a calm face, and then looked at the bright plum blossoms on the sheets, and blushed with shame......

As soon as she stood up, she almost fell to the ground with a "bang", and she only felt so painful......

She wanted to cut off the sheet with plum blossoms and take it away, but he turned over and pressed it directly, refusing to move again, so she could only give up, dress up, push the door and walk out......

…………

The sequelae of a hangover is a headache.

Zhang Twelve now has a deep understanding, I don't know how long he slept, the sun outside has been shining on him through the window for a long time, he covered his head and got up from the bed......

It's strange, it seems like I had a spring dream yesterday......

But how can this dream be so real?

He lifted the quilt and looked inside, and was shocked: not a dream?

At this moment, he is lying naked on the bed, and his clothes are neatly placed next to him, although Zhang Twelve is the first brother, but whether his body has changed, he is still very clear!

Am I being forced?

Covering his face, Zhang Twelve was full of grief and anger, how did this mix, my first time!

Lifted the quilt, quickly got dressed, and began to fold the quilt simply, and then he found a bright red plum blossom on the sheets!

This is......

Zhang Twelve already had an answer, and slapped his head again: What did this Nima do?