Chapter 23

The great eunuch Zhao Gaogen didn't dare to hesitate, and he immediately stepped forward to change Tang Yu's wine.

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In public, Tang Yu drank wine, he stared at the poet immortal Meng Xianzhi and said unruly: "What did you say just now?" I stole all these poems? Now I'm going to make three more songs, and I'm sorry, are you convinced? ”

"The old man is not convinced!" Meng Xianzhi's eyes widened, and they looked at each other.

"Not convinced? Good! Ok, good, good! ”

Tang Yu has a 5,000-year history of China, and he doesn't believe that he can't clean up Meng Xianzhi, a person who deceives the world and steals fame, today.

Holding the wine jug, Tang Yu kept drinking, his face turned red, and one poem after another poured out of Tang Yu's mouth:

"I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers fall! ”

Immediately afterwards, three more poems came out of Tang Yu's mouth, and the Great Chu Mission headed by Chu Ningyu was completely stunned.

That's right! They were all stunned!

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Even Meng Xianzhi, who was not convinced, opened his mouth wide in shock, like a hippopotamus, and he could almost stuff a big watermelon into it.

However, Tang Yu had no intention of stopping, he continued to open his mouth:

"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning..."

"Red beans are born in the south, and a few branches are sent in spring. May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely. ”

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear..."

In the Jinluan Palace, Tang Yu took a sip of wine and a poem, which directly shocked everyone.

Emperor Tang's eyes were shining, and he immediately shouted: "Come, come, come, copy all the poems written by the prince to me!" ”

"The moon is falling and the sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng is sad about the fishing fire..."

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground..."

A sip of wine and a poem, I don't know how long it has been, more than a dozen exquisite wine jugs have been sprinkled on the ground, and everyone has already been shocked and ignorant of what to do.

More than a dozen pots of fine wine were in his stomach, and Tang Yu's body swayed in the Jinluan Palace, covered in wine, so he was not arrogant.

The great eunuch Zhao Gao said excitedly: "Three hundred, Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has made three hundred!" ”

"What? Three hundred? ”

As soon as these words came out, I don't know how many people in the Jinluan Hall couldn't help but gasp and show surprise on their faces.

"Three hundred poems with your mouth open? This... How is this possible? ”

At this moment, not only the Third Prince Tang Shuheng and others, but even the people of the Great Chu Mission were shocked in their hearts.

Especially the poet immortal Meng Xianzhi, the collapse of his heart is like the Yellow River bursting its embankment.

At this moment, he finally understood why Tang Yu said just now, and his opening of his mouth was the true meaning of the entire Tang Dynasty.

As a poet immortal, he can say very responsibly that every poem made by Tang Yu is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, and three hundred poems have directly pushed the Tang Dynasty, which has the worst Chinese style in the Seven Kingdoms, to the peak.

Reciting 300 poems in one breath, Tang Yu looked at Meng Xianzhi frantically: "Although you are known as a poet immortal in the world, can you recite 300 poems in one mouth?" Convincing or not? Just ask, are you convinced? ”

"You... You..."

Targeted by Tang Yu again, Meng Xianzhi's chest continued to rise and fall.

Even if he is a poet immortal and has composed thousands of poems, there are only dozens of poems that can really become masterpieces, how can he be compared with Tang Yu.

Staring at the stammering Meng Xianzhi, Tang Yu snorted coldly: "What? Can't speak? Aren't you a poet? Didn't you say that my poetry was stolen from you? Why don't you say that these 300 poems of mine are all stolen? ”

""Man Jianghong" and "Breaking the Array" are obviously written by me, but you say that you made them, which is really famous! At this moment, I chant 300 poems, and your lies are self-defeating! ”

"Judging by your age, at least eighty or higher, right? A handful of old bones are about to sink into the ground, and you dare to sell your reputation and claim to be a poet immortal, I have never seen a brazen person like you! ”

"You..."

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Being forcibly insulted by Tang Yu and shameless, Meng Xianzhi couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of old blood anymore.