Chapter 12 Talent is compelling

Above the pit, there were five people standing.

The five soldiers looked excitedly at His Royal Highness Tianzhao in front of them, ready to move, but suppressed something.

Li Tianzhao looked at the five people, their physiques were strong, their bodies were a little dirty, their faces were excited, and their eyes finally fixed on the trouser legs of the five people. The shoes of the five were wet and they stepped on the ground, and the water droplets up and down were sucked up by the dry ground.

Huang Shi was puzzled, what did they dig up?

Wu Qi was curious, but he didn't say anything, in his heart, His Highness is the sky, and whatever His Highness says is what it is.

Chen Guangzi looks like a loyal minister.

All the people looked at the five soldiers with curiosity.

What the hell is going on?

What exactly did you dig up?

These people really are, can't they just say it?

I'm dying!

The five soldiers looked at His Highness, and their expressions of respect were even more respectful than they were for the Lord of the City. In their hearts, His Highness Tianzhao has long been deified, and he is a god and a man, and he is omnipotent. No matter what kind of problem is in the hands of His Highness Tianzhao, it can be easily solved.

"What did you dig up?"

Huang Shi still couldn't hold back and asked the five people.

These five little bunnies are pretending to be mysterious in front of him, what a thing!

The five of them showed excitement on their faces, and in the face of the city lord's inquiry, they looked at His Highness Tianzhao, as if His Highness Tianzhao didn't nod, and they didn't dare to say anything.

"Eh, the old man has been in charge of Huanglong County for decades, you five little rabbit cubs dare to do this, it seems that the prestige of these old men has dropped a little!"

Huang Shi held his silver beard and said gently.

The faces of the five people tightened, although the city lord said that he was amiable on weekdays, but no one had heard of his prestige when he was young, and the more calm he was, the bigger the fire would be, and he hurriedly looked at His Royal Highness Tianzhao pleadingly.

Li Tianzhao shook his head, this old little man!

"Tell me, what did you dig up?"

When the five of them heard this, their eyebrows fluttered, and the whole person seemed to be crazy, and they were happy, looked at each other, and shouted in unison:

"We've dug into the water!"

What the?

Got water?

Dig into the water!

Got water?

Both the people and the soldiers were amazed. Is this true or false? Can water be dug out of the soil? What kind of logic is this, isn't water from heaven and nourished by rivers?

Huang Shi was dumbfounded, a little incredulous.

Pulling away the five soldiers, he looked towards the pit.

At this time, the deep pit has long been filled by the current, although it is a little turbid, but it is indeed water, and judging from its rising trend, this water is still spreading upward, and there is a tendency to break out of the cage.

This!

It's really the water source, but where does it come from?

How can there be water underground?

Li Tianzhao secretly rejoiced that at the beginning, he only had the attitude of digging wells, and he only collected the water in the surrounding subsoil.

Who would have thought that there was an underground river down here.

In this way, a hole was dug by mistake, and according to this flow rate, it was dozens of times faster than the well.

This is not!

In just a few moments, the water in the pit had already spread.

Huang Shi's eyes were shocked, it was so fast.

"What are you waiting for, don't come to fetch water yet!"

"Line up, what else do you want!"

When everyone heard this, they dared to hesitate, and those with pots and barrels lined up in a long queue here, in an orderly manner, and there was no rush to crowd because of the rain, and those who did not bring water utensils hurriedly rushed to their homes.

This made Li Tianzhao a little surprised.

Looking at Huang Shi, this old man has some means.

Murky water gushed out, and in a few moments it began to become crystal clear.

"Your Highness!"

"This is the first splash of water gushing out of the pit!"

Two soldiers knelt on one knee in front of them, each holding a scoop of a gourd full of clear springs and glowing yellow. The clear water ripples in the scoop, like the music of life.

With a smile, Huang Shi arched his hand and said, "Your Highness, please!"

Li Tianzhao took the gourd scoop.

At the moment is a burst of booze, clear water into the throat, cool and slightly cool, in this hot summer, but it is very thirst-quenching, like the ice spring of the Tianshan Mountains, the entrance is sweet, the aftertaste is infinite.

"Good! good!"

"This water is glycol, and the aftertaste is endless!"

Huang Shi laughed and confided three good words in a row, his face was wrinkled, and he was happy.

Li Tianzhao nodded, this water is not too good compared to the era he was in, this water is extremely clear, no preservatives, additives or anything, pure natural and pollution-free, no pigments, just like natural spring water.

If it is bottled and packaged in modern times, it is not much better than those brands of mineral water, or even surpasses, as long as the brand goes out, it will definitely sell well.

At that time, the national chain, the world co-brand, ranked among the national wealth list, and finally rose to become the richest man in the world, won Bai Fumei, became the CEO, went to the peak of life, and created his own mineral water empire.

Ay!

The corners of Li Tianzhao's mouth rippled with an excited smile.

Belch!

I want to float.

"Your Highness, in this situation, it is better for me to wait for a poem. "In this situation, Huang Shi is full of pride, life is happy in the world, the crisis in Huanglong County is difficult to solve, he is full of happiness, and he is a little self-free.

Li Tianzhao nodded, 3,000 Tang poems, 50,000 Song poems.

From ancient times to the present, literati and writers do not know how many things to do, so they casually copy a poem, so that you can know what talent is.

Huang Shi's armrest, his brows twisted slightly, his fingers were in the sky, and the poetry came with his hand, and he said quietly: "

The great river goes east, the waves are exhausted, and the characters are merry through the ages.

To the west of the base, humanity is, Zhou Lang Chibi of the Three Kingdoms.

The rocks pierced the air, the waves crashed on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.

The country is picturesque, and there are many heroes at one time.

Thinking about Gongjin back then, Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, and he was heroic.

Lupine scarf, talking and laughing, the canopy is gone.

The old country fugue, affectionate should laugh at me, born early.

Life is like a dream, and one is still in the moon. ”

Belch!

Belch?

Li Tianzhao was dumbfounded, his lips were pulled, he couldn't believe it, but there was an uproar in his heart, isn't this Nima the poem "Nian Nujiao Chibi Nostalgia" written by Su Shi? How did it become written by Huang Shi?

Is this a mess of in, okay?

"System, what's going on? Could it be that Huang Shi is Su Shi?"

The system thought for a moment, and then explained:

"The world is a multi-dimensional one, different latitudes, the world will have a lot of differences, different longitudes, the world will also be very different, Huang Shi is Huang Shi, Su Shi is Su Shi, hope the host don't talk nonsense!"

"It's the same as not saying!"

Li Tianzhao was speechless, forget it, it doesn't matter if he is Su Shi or Huang Shi.

"What does Your Highness think of this poem written by Wei Chen?" Huang Shi smiled, full of talent, as if he had returned to his youth.

Li Tianzhao glanced at Huang Shi, this little old man is not good, he has great ambitions, and he is sad that he is old and frail, doesn't he just want to hear a few nice words from himself?

You little Jiujiu, do you really think that His Highness doesn't know?

Then he said: "Huang Shi's talent makes His Royal Highness sigh, this poem is talented, and His Royal Highness is a little crazy."

In the eyes of His Royal Highness, Huang Shi's treasure sword is not old, and just like the rising sun, he can still contribute his own strength to my Great Zhou Dynasty.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns into ashes and tears begin to dry!

Isn't it beautiful that my loyalty should devote myself to state affairs, leave a useful body, serve the country, and be famous for eternity!"

Li Tianzhao looked at Huang Shi and said very casually, but it was the tip of Huang Shi's heart that was poked at the tip of the word.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns into ashes and tears begin to dry!

Serve the country and leave a name for eternity!

These words made Huang Shi's eyes tremble slightly.

The praise at the beginning made him a little happy, but later his heart trembled, Your Highness...... actually understood his mind, His Royal Highness actually understood the heart of the old minister, the old minister......

At this time, Huang Shi was already so moved that he burst into tears.

Looking at His Highness, his eyes were full of blood, struggle, infinite hope for the country, and the pursuit of his own value, just like His Highness said.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

The silk is not spit out until the spring silkworm is cocooned, and the wax oil like tears can only drip dry when the candle is burned to ashes.

This......

With this gentleman's heart, he is an old man, and he dies without regrets.

The corners of Li Tianzhao's mouth raised slightly, this old really thought that His Royal Highness's "Three Hundred Tang Poems" was white-backed, and His Royal Highness could bluff you into surrendering with a few words.

Looking at the two of them talking to each other, Wu Qi felt his scalp tingle. He is just a military general, and the most hated thing in this life is reading and memorizing.

Chen Guang admired in his heart, His Royal Highness is really a dragon, and he can be good at poetry and martial arts.

Huang Shi wiped his eyes.

"Your Highness smiled, people are old, they can't stand it, they can't stand it!"

Li Tianzhao shook his hand and said: "His Royal Highness understands Huang Shi's feelings!"

"Haha! The old minister's poem is finished, His Royal Highness ......" Huang Shi smiled at the corner of his mouth, his heart was like my heart, and he was much closer to His Royal Highness Tianzhao.

Li Tianzhao glanced at Huang Shi, this old little man still wants to make things difficult for His Royal Highness, today His Royal Highness will let me see the pride of my model and great man's poetry, and let you know what it means to be talented.

In fact, Li Tianzhao is a little wrong to blame Huang Shi, in Huang Shi's opinion, what His Royal Highness said was exactly what he wanted, especially the sentence "The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ashes and tears begin to dry" This is simply a quatrain for the ages, Huang Shi admires His Highness's talent in his heart.

After all, I still want to see the poems written by His Highness.

Li Tianzhao pretended to be deep, groped his chin, and narrated: "

In the cold autumn of independence, the Xiangjiang River went north, and the orange island was headed.

Look at the red mountains all over, the layers of forests are dyed, the rivers are clear, and hundreds of boats compete for the stream.

The eagle strikes the sky, the fish soars to the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frost compete freely.

Confused, ask the vast earth, who is the master of ups and downs?

Bring hundreds of couples to travel, reminiscing about the past eventful years.

Just a young classmate, in the prime of life, a scholarly spirit, scolding Fang Xuan.

Pointing to the country, inspiring words, the dung was ten thousand households.

Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the stream, the waves stop the flying boat?"

Li Tianzhao's voice is full of emotion, his appearance is solemn and serious, his feelings are full of feelings, and his passion is surging, this is the poetry written by that great man, especially the sentence "Ask the vast earth, who is the lord of ups and downs", talented, domineering, ask the sky, the quality of the earth.

When he recited such poems in the past, Li Tianzhao was in a surging mood, full of pride, which made people feel some endless emotion.

Listening to His Royal Highness's poems, Huang Shi was shocked.

Ask the vast earth, who is the lord of ups and downs

Pointing out the country, the dung was ten thousand households back then!

This kind of pride shook the tip of his heart, it turned out that the palace had already cherished the world, who was the lord of the world, only His Royal Highness was worthy of such a benevolent monarch, and he was qualified.

Only His Royal Highness can benefit the people.

Your heart is like my heart, and your heart is like an arrow.

"Old minister, swear to follow His Highness to the death and unify this dilapidated rivers and mountains!" Huang Shi arched his hand, and his eyes were hot. At this time, his heart was like an arrow, and the talent of His Royal Highness Tianzhao rushed through his heart.

A virtuous monarch is hard to find, and a confidant monarch is even harder to find.

His Royal Highness Tianzhao seems to be the Emperor of the Ages that he has been longing for.

For this reason, he is willing to spring silkworms to the end of the dead silk, and the wax torch will turn into ashes and tears will begin to dry.