The order was passed on continuously, and finally reached Jiang Li's hands.

"Over!" Jiang Li's face was embarrassed, she picked up the wine cup and drank it all.

Wind and snow moon or something, the most annoying.

Everyone was surprised, this is only the first round of poetry can't be written?

He Xinyu said with a smile: "A child who has just enlightened can chant a few limericks, but Miss Jiang doesn't even know this?" ”

Passerby A covered his mouth and chuckled: "Maybe I'm afraid to make a joke." ”

Passerby B: "Xinyu, people say that your brain is broken, why are you bothered?" ”

This made the guests chuckle.

Jiang Li looked at them silently.

The second round of orders came to Jiang Li again.

Bai Yiyi looked at Ni Xiaoye: "Everyone has made so many good sentences, Miss Jiang is familiar with it, this time there should be a good work, right?" ”

Jiang Li got up and saluted slightly: "White girl, you talented and beautiful women are so literary today, which one of them is not more than ten years of hard work." Jiang Li lost her memory, she just learned from everyone, but with a cup of tea, let me compose poems, Jiang Li was really embarrassed and couldn't do it. ”

Bai Yiyi bit her lower lip: This Jiang Li, pretending to be so aggrieved!

In the third round, Jiang Li took the order and shook his head: "The folk girl is stupid." "Another drink.

After three rounds of drinking, five rounds of orders, Jiang Li drank again and again, and his face flushed, which was even more delicate and lovely.

Song Ze shook his head, got up and handed the official card to the second princess: "Xia Guan still has important business, so I will leave tonight." ”

The second princess took it and nodded: "Lord Song is busy with state affairs, you can go first." ”

The wine order continued, and after another round, the order was passed to Jiang Li.

He Xinyu smiled contemptuously: "The Niu Sect will turn three times, Miss Jiang has listened to so many poems, can she make up a sentence?" Why can't you still get out, it's not like you have no memory. ”

Passerby A knocked melon seeds: "Miss Jiang used to be the daughter of an official eunuch, why is there no ink on her chest now." ”

The family in the matter also showed an unswarfed face: "His father was born as a military general, so maybe he is a family teacher." ”

Whispering around:

"The generals are rough people, and they don't read, so it's good to be able to write their own names."

"Yes, father, who doesn't know a word, do you expect to teach a daughter who can compose poetry?"

"Her father is illiterate, how did he get into the army?"

"Who knows what path you have taken."

"Therefore, if you are illiterate, how can you be reasonable, and it is not strange to be a criminal minister."

……

Jiang Li stood up, looked at the order sign, and said slowly:

"The cold moon shines on the bones,

Lonely souls are sparsely populated.

Outside the snow ridge,

The wind blew through the horses.

Everyone's wind and snow are very beautiful, Jiang Li listened to it for a long time, but still couldn't make it, only made this one.

The daughter of the people is the gate, and her father is newly mourned. Today, everyone sings about wine, sings about the palace and collects feathers, and they are happy. ”

Speaking of this, his voice was choked, and his eyes were misty with tears: "They are all buried in the wilderness according to the bones of the war every year......" After the words were finished, I couldn't cry.

Raised his hand and raised the order sign, staggered, and walked to the group of women who had just chewed the root of their tongues:

"My father joined the army at the age of fifteen, captured the king of Nanmiao at the age of eighteen, and the rebellion of Pingtutuo at the age of twenty.

At the age of twenty-three, he guarded the forest longitudinal pass in southern Xinjiang, and the frontier was stable for ten years, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment.

At the age of thirty-four, he led 100,000 troops, set foot on Nanyi Island, and drove the Nanyi people to Nanling Hill.

That's it, dare to ask who in your family can match? ”

Pointing with his hand: "And you, saying that my father is illiterate, you saw it with your own eyes?" Then let me tell you, my father is not only literate, but also very good at poetry, and has a posthumous poem:

Drunk and looking 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!

Who in your family could have made a better come? ”

Jiang Li stared at a group of people and waited: "Although my father is a criminal minister, he died on the battlefield and was loyal to the country, Jiang Li is proud of his father!" ”

The hall was silent, and the applause was like a drum.

"Good!"

"Such a heart-wrenching masterpiece, we are ashamed."

"Father Jiang is really a martial artist, and he is unique!"

"Loyal to the country, Father Jiang is respectable and lamentable!"

"Die on the battlefield, although defeated, you are still glorious!"

Many of today's visitors are young talents, and there are also generals in the army, and the crowd is angry for a while.

The siege of Tatar is still vivid, and the generosity and compassion at this time are like a bell knocking on the soul.

Some people even shed tears on the spot, some of them had relatives and friends who died in the war, and some of them had grief and indignation.