Chapter 345 There is nothing you can do without pretending to be coercive!
After Ximen Hao and Li Shiwen heard the title, they each began to think about it.
The cabin also became quiet. After all, Tang Taibai was the judge of the questions.
It seems that these two people may be able to make a quatrain tonight!
Not only that, people knew that Ximen Hao was the prince, but they didn't know Li Shiwen's identity, so they all wanted to guess from the poem.
After a moment, Li Shiwen's eyes lit up and he walked to the open space holding the wine glass.
"The luminous cup of grape wine, if you want to drink, play the pipa immediately. Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times."
"good!"
Tang Taibai was the first to applaud, then turned to the book boy and ordered:
"Write it down! Write it down!"
He was a little excited. Not only was this poem very appropriate and wonderful, but it also had a hint of flattery.
"Wonderful! It seems that this young master is a general." Someone guessed.
"Yes! Not only that, but there is also a domineering spirit that is not afraid of life and death. Not bad! Not bad! This person should be a general."
"..."
There was a constant stream of compliments, and Li Shimin also stroked his beard with a hint of pride.
Although this poem does not explain his true identity, he was also a man on the battlefield at that time, so it is very appropriate.
"Ximen Hao, is it okay? If not, forget it."
Murong Xin noticed Tang Taibai's respect for Li Shiwen and the slight aura on him, and felt that his identity was unusual.
Therefore, she didn't want her students to get into any more trouble.
"Hahaha! What a poem! It's a really good poem! Although it's a little familiar, it's really a good poem."
Ximen Hao also left the table while holding the wine glass.
Li Shiwen's poems are indeed somewhat familiar. I must have heard them in my previous life.
But so what if I’ve heard it? Aren’t my poems all other people’s?
"Ximen Hao, it's your turn."
Li Shiwen really wanted to hit his son-in-law, and at the same time he also wanted to see what the other party was capable of.
Ximen Hao suddenly straightened his face, lifted up his robe, and walked out with the wine glass in hand.
The others looked at each other in confusion at first, and then followed out one by one.
"Okay, I have to show off again!"
Ji Wubing knew very well that Ximen Hao didn't want anything. If the other party was like this, he had to show off, and it was a big deal!
"Ji Wubing, why are you pretending?" Murong Xin asked doubtfully.
"Ahem! Well, Teacher Murong, you'll know just by looking outside."
Ji Wubing couldn't explain it, but he estimated that Ximen Hao would express it perfectly for everyone.
Outside, Ximen Hao slowly walked to the bow of the ship, looked at the dozens of brightly lit flower boats in the distance, looked at the ripples of light emitting from the Bibo Lake at night, and began to build up his momentum.
Li Shiwen and others stood behind, looking at Ximen Hao's back one by one, wondering in their hearts, what kind of poem did the other party want to write? Is this necessary?
Suddenly, Ximen Hao raised his glass and bowed in the air, then poured the wine in the glass onto the gift.
"Mr. Cao, you are so cool. Use your poems to show off. Well, let your poems become famous in other worlds."
Ximen Hao first comforted himself, then his momentum changed and he sang loudly:
Drinking and singing, how is life?
Just like morning dew, it will be more painful every day when it goes away.
Generosity should be shown as generosity, and sorrow should be unforgettable.
How to relieve worries? Only Du Kang.
Qingqing Zijin, soothing my heart.
But for your sake, I still ponder it.
Yo yo, the deer roars, and the apples in the wild are eaten.
I have a guest who plays the drum, harp, and sheng.
It's as bright as the moon, when can I break it?
Worry comes from it and cannot be cut off.
The more unfamiliar you are, the more you cross the border, the more useless you are.
Qi Kuo talks about Yan, thinking about old kindness.
The moon and stars are sparse, and the magpies fly south.
Three twists and turns around the tree, where is the branch to lean on?
The mountains never get too high and the sea never gets too deep.
The Duke of Zhou vomits food, and the world returns to its heart!
Quiet, deathly quiet! Such short poems rarely appear.
No! Not just the poems, but also the momentum, especially the last sentence: The world returns to its center, everyone can hear Ximen Hao’s hidden ambition!
Tang Taibai was so shocked that he forgot to ask the book boy to record it.
Murong Xin was stunned, looking at the back of the girl in a daze, feeling the emotions in the poem.
Li Shiwen was shocked. He just played a song casually for fun, but he didn't expect that Ximen Hao would directly press himself against the deck and rub against him.
Especially the sentence "The world returns to its heart" made him, the emperor of the empire, feel a little frightened.
Everyone was shocked. After such a short time, the other party actually composed such a long poem. It was so terrifying!
"good!"
There was a sudden cheer from the flower boat opposite, and it was obvious that Ximen Hao's singing spread far away.
Ximen Hao smiled faintly and threw the wine glass into the lake.
Then he looked at the stunned people behind him and bowed:
"Everyone, it's late at night, I'll take my leave first."
After saying that, he walked towards the parking platform where the flower boat was built.
Just show off and leave, this is his famous saying.
What's more, there is Tang Emperor and Qinglian Sword Master here, and he doesn't want to be entangled for a while.
Ji Wubing, Murong Xin, and Bai Yi also reacted and hurriedly followed.
At this time, Li Shiwen and others were still silent in the song "Dan Ge Xing", unable to extricate themselves for a long time.
As a result, there was no cheers, and he didn't even notice that Ximen Hao had left.
On the shore of the Bibo Lake, Ximen Hao was still standing on the bow of the boat, with his hands behind his back, looking at the entertainment-seeking guests coming and going on the opposite shore, his heart still beating rapidly.
This time, the pretense was a little too big, after all, in front of the Tang Emperor and the top literati of the Tang Dynasty.
It is estimated that before long, what happened here will spread throughout the Tang Dynasty, and even his short song guild will spread throughout the Tianqing Continent.
I couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.
"Oh! You can't blame me for being a copycat!"
"Ximen Hao, what is Wenzhao Gong?"
Murong Xin suddenly appeared next to Ximen Hao. This man always had a psychedelic color to him.
Ximen Hao turned to look at Murong Xin, then glanced at the calm lake surface and said with a smile:
"Xin'er, why don't you visit Bibo Lake on this beautiful day?"
Murong Xin was stunned, is this a real offer?
"Come on, the ship is coming."
Ximen Hao saw a small boat going to pick up guests from the shore and suddenly hugged Murong Xin's waist and jumped on it.
Then he picked up the boatman's collar and threw it into his own boat, without even taking Mo Lin with him.
"Xiao Ji, Bai Yi, you go back to the shore first!"
"What are you doing?"
Murong Xin finally came to her senses. This domineering man would never discuss things with others.
Ximen Hao smiled faintly, sat on the boat, picked up the oars and started paddling gently.
"Xin'er, you will be my teacher again tomorrow. Why don't you cherish the good time between friends tonight? Come and sit down."
Murong Xin glanced at the small boat that was slowly swimming away, and then slowly sat down opposite Ximen Hao.
As she spoke, she was also full of curiosity about this Ximen Hao.
Sometimes Duirang is a bastard, but sometimes he is like an emperor. For example, just now.
Ji Wubing on the other boat looked at the two figures sitting opposite each other on the boat, couldn't help but shook his head and sighed:
"Why bother? At most they are just close friends."
Bai Yi was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he looked over there, with deep envy flashing in his eyes.