"The minions obey."

Wei An came back to his senses and immediately ordered the little eunuch to serve the wine.

"Your Highness, wine."

"Good!"

Guo Tianyi picked up the delicate wine jug, raised his head and drank it.

"Huh." Princess Utina sneered, "What, is His Royal Highness the King of Han using alcohol to delay time?" Or did you forget about other plagiarized poems? ”

"Your Royal Highness the Princess, King Han is plagiarism, it is unprecedented for him to remember a few songs..."Liu Yiheng echoed, "The old man doesn't believe it..."

Before the words fell, Guo Tianyi laughed and said, "Shameless old dog, you said that this king obtained your poetry collection, well, you tell this king, how many plum blossom-themed poems are in your poetry collection?" ”

"Two... Three..., three songs! ”

"The old man wrote hundreds of poems in his life, and he also wrote a lot of plum blossom themes, and there are three poems in that poetry collection!"

As soon as Liu Yiheng gritted his teeth, he brazenly said it.

After all, ordinary people's poetry collections have all kinds of themes.

Naturally, he didn't dare to say that it was all about plum blossoms.

If all of them are about plum blossoms, then if Guo Tianyi says poems on other themes, won't he be exposed?

"Hahaha."

"Old Pitch."

"Listen up."

"This king still composes a poem with the theme of plum blossoms, called Ruihe Immortal Fumei!"

"The frost of geese is cold. The moon is light, and the tender ice is still thin. The brook is combing. ”

"If you want to make powder with fragrance, it's hard to learn glamorous makeup. Jade muscles are thin. Heavier, dragon silk lining. ”、

Leaning on the east wind, smiling, looking forward to the shame of thousands of flowers. Lonesome. ”

"Where is the home mountain, the garden after the snow, the waterside pavilion. Yaochi Old Testament. The scales are more dependent on who to trust. ”

"The pink butterfly is only solved, looking for peaches and willows, and blooming all over the south branches. But sad, snub the dusk, a few words. ”

"Good wine!" Guo Tianyi continued to grunt and drink into his throat, and said wildly, "This king will compose another poem, called Baimei!" ”

"In the ice and snow forest, different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust."

"Suddenly, the fragrance of the night is scattered."

"And that's not all!" Guo Tianyi continued, "This king has given another poem, and the name Xueyue is the most appropriate!" ”

"The snow moon is the most suitable, and the plum and snow are clear. When I saw snow in the south of the Yangtze River in the last year, the plum blossoms were haired at the end of the month. ”

"This year's early bloom is still the same as the years. The cold and lonely light is bright, and only a little snow is owed. ”

"Hahaha~"

Guo Tianyi took a poem step by step, a word at a time, and spoke a chapter while drinking.

This time he quoted Xin Qiji's words, the poems of the Yuan Dynasty poet Wang Mian, and the poems of the Song Dynasty poet Zhang Xiaoxiang.

The 5,000-year-old culture of ancient China is in his mind.

Is it understandable to ordinary people?

"This, this..."

"Hiss~"

"Hiss~"

"Hiss~"

In the court, both the Wu State Mission and the civil and military generals of Dafeng gasped.

Everyone was stunned.

Even Emperor Fengjing, who was seriously ill, was red-faced, as if he was several years younger.

Great talent, great talent!

Guo Tianyi made three songs in a row, and even Utina was unable to rectify it by this operation.

These poems, to put it bluntly, she had never heard them.

But all of them are everyone's work.

Can't fault the slightest.

She even had a sense of fear in her heart, is Guo Tianyi in front of her still human?

"Liu Yiheng, didn't you say that there are only three plum blossom-themed poems in your poetry collection?" Guo Tianyi pointed at Liu Yiheng domineeringly, "This king has made three poems with the title of Mei, do you have anything to say?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Dafeng's civilian officials and military generals were all excited.

It's so cool.

The speed of His Royal Highness King Han's slap in the face was simply beyond their imagination.

What readers admire most is a reader who is stronger than himself.

There is no doubt that Guo Tianyi is such a person.

"You....!" Liu Yiheng's old face turned red, he felt that the scene was already uncontrollable, and said cheekily, "These poems are indeed not written by the old man, but the old man always has a sense of familiarity, it must have been plagiarized from someone else, King Han..."

"What Shixian said is good, I seem to have heard it somewhere."

"Yes, it's definitely plagiarism..."

"King Han is shameless, too shameless..."

The Wu envoys were unwilling to admit defeat, and they coaxed one after another, interpreting the backbite to the fullest.

Before they came, they discussed how to deal with Guo Tianyi in this way, but unexpectedly, Guo Tianyi turned into a poem, like a monster.

In the literary world, no one has ever seen such a thing?

"Heh~"

Guo Tianyi glanced at everyone with contempt, and Lang Lang's voice rang out:

"The ramp is beautiful, and it is fragrant from time to time."

"Su'e is only with the moon, and the young girl does not spare the frost."

"Give away the empty hand, and the injury is suitable for breaking the intestines."

"For whom to become an early show, don't wait for the New Year."

"Shameless King Han, the old man has also heard of this poem..."Liu Yiheng was shocked to the extreme, and still bit back, not wanting to admit it at all.

"Listen, you old horseman."

"The wind and rain are mossy, and the residual fragrance of the desert smells quietly."

“......。”

"This year, I am in the most hurry with flowers, and I seem to have hatred when I meet, and I am sad."

“......。”

"Without a cold bone, how can you get the fragrance of plum blossoms."

"Jiang Han's wild goose shadow plum blossoms are thin, there is no dust in all directions, snow flies and clouds, and the night window is like day."

“......。”

"Hanmei is the most hateful, often used as last year's flower."

“......。”

"Gollum~"

Guo Tianyi is still drinking.

Poetry and songs still echo in the Jinluan Palace.

"I don't know if the water splashes first, and it is suspected that it has not been sold after the winter snow."

“......。”

"The jade bone is sad and misty, and the ice posture has its own fairy wind."

“......。”

"The jade bone is sad and misty, and the ice posture has its own fairy wind."

“.......。”

Astound!

The entire Jinluan Palace.

Except for Guo Tianyi's loud voice, everyone was almost petrified.

"Quick, hurry up and record it, don't miss any of Yi'er's poems." Emperor Feng Jing smiled from ear to ear, and even he was fascinated by such beautiful verses.

"Your Majesty, I'm remembering."

Wei An wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, he had already called thirty little eunuchs.

For fear of missing any of His Royal Highness the Han Dynasty's poems and songs.

The Wu delegation was dumbfounded.

Including Liu Yiheng, his eyes were about to pop out.

Such a strange scene scared them to death.

No one can remember how many.

After a long stick of incense, Guo Tianyi's voice never stopped.

Except for drinking, every poem has no pause.

All of them are masterpieces.

"Your Majesty, five hundred..."

"His Royal Highness the King of Han has already chanted 500 poems with the theme of Mei..."

Wei An was so frightened that he almost lost his soul, and the thirty little eunuchs were piled up with bamboo slips in front of them, and they were all about to become small mountain bags.

"Five... Five hundred? ”

"Oh my God..."

"His Royal Highness the King of Han, the old minister is willing to serve you as my great poet immortal..."

"Your Highness is really a god, and Wenqu Xing is reincarnated..."

"Your Highness, the old minister has submitted, I can hear so many masterpieces in this life, and the old minister is in vain..."

"Yes, our Highness will be the Great Feng Shixian in the future!"

The Dafeng officials were all shocked, but more of them affirmed Guo Tianyi's talent.

It's amazing that ordinary people can write a few great songs in their lifetime.

Who would have thought that Guo Tianyi would sing 500 poems with a stick of incense?

is so talented, enough to shock the earth, can be called a poet immortal in the world?

"Oh?"

"Five hundred?"

"Hiccup~"

Guo Tianyi hiccuped and said indifferently, "This king has just finished warming up, and he hasn't finished his fun yet, so where is this?" ”

What?

His Royal Highness the King of Han has just finished warming up?

Oh, my God...

Everyone was dumbfounded, trembling and speechless.

It's horrible.

Is this still human?

Guo Tianyi ignored everyone's shock, looked at Liu Yiheng, who had been petrified, and said, "Old horseman, are these also plagiarized by this king?" You have only written more than 100 poems in your lifetime, and this king has 500 poems in half an hour, can you be convinced? ”

"A dog with a broken spine."

"Do you dare to get an axe in front of this king, and bark wildly?" Guo Tianyi stared at Liu Yiheng and said, "This king has never seen you so famous, shameless, and an old dog with a false reputation!" ”

Listening to Guo Tianyi's insults, coupled with the impact of Guo Tianyi's improvisational poems of 500 poems, Liu Yiheng only felt a lot of colic in his chest, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out.

He is dignified Wu Guo Shixian, and he is like a clown in front of Guo Tianyi.

He made a lot of calculations and thought of many possibilities, but he didn't expect that Guo Tianyi's mind was the cultural inheritance of the entire Chinese 5,000 years...