The First Happy King of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 581 Pretending to be a Pig and Eating a Tiger

If Li Muyun knew the true thoughts in Lu Dongzan's heart, he would definitely yell that he was wronged. On the restaurant that day, he indeed killed five of them, and the other one fell to his own death by jumping off the building. Relationship.

It's a pity that he doesn't have the ability to read minds, so he didn't know that others had counted the sixth person on his head. Under Lu Dongzan's step by step, he couldn't help being a little annoyed, and said with a grin: "Lu Dongzan, why are you here to make trouble?"

Of course Lu Dongzan came to make trouble, but he couldn't say it clearly. After hearing the words, he immediately pretended to be annoyed and said: "Where did the king of the county say this? I asked for a poem with good words, but I was met with bad words." , is it true that the county king is so unreasonable?"

"Where do you start? Hehe..." Li Muyun sneered, "When I write poetry, I can do it if I want to, and if I don't want to, I don't do it. You keep forcing me over and over again. Do you really think that I dare not kill you? "

Lu Dongzan, who was standing facing Li Muyun, shivered involuntarily under his cold eyes. Others might not be able to see that murderous gaze because of his position, but he was looking directly at those eyes, so naturally he could see them. Clearly.

Although he had always believed that Li Muyun would not have the guts to kill people during the celebration hosted by Li Er, but there was always a contingency, and since he still dared to call himself an old man in such an environment, it was obvious that this guy was a bastard. And Erhuo naturally doesn't care about the occasion.

Thinking of this, Lu Dongzan is also a little bit hard to get off, and he is a little unwilling to step back. It is too embarrassing to be trained like the third grandson after failing to provoke, so he walked to his position with a few dry laughs, and said at the same time: "Since the king of the county It's fine if you don't want to write poetry, why get so angry, that's all, that's all!"

Li Muyun never thought that Lu Dongzan would give up halfway. At first, he thought that if he could persevere a little longer, so that he could complete his pretense, but in the end, this guy actually retreated, but the poem he had prepared was lost. There is a place for it to be used.

And just when Li Muyun was a little frustrated and wanted to retreat, His Majesty Li Er said, "Muyun, the Prime Minister of Tubo is also very kind, why do you reject people thousands of miles away? For the last one, I will satisfy the Tubo Prime Minister’s wish, and let me feast my ears by the way.”

"Minister Zunzhi!" Li Muyun did not shirk this time. First, he was going to slap Lu Dongzan in the face. Second, the emperor's order is not so easy to refuse. It will be sad.

"En." Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Li Shimin stopped talking, nodded and sat back in his seat, looking at Li Muyun.

Some courtiers also looked at him expectantly, as if they were waiting for his shocking masterpiece.

Only Yu Zhining couldn't see happiness or anger, but from his eyes, Li Muyun more or less found a trace of worry, after all, he was his teacher, caring about him was not out of the ordinary.

Writing poems in front of so many people, there are all civil servants and military generals present, and some of them are people with literary skills. If Lao Yu's gangster does not hesitate to embarrass his apprentice on the spot, I am afraid that there will be no place for Lao Yu's face in the future. up.

But Li Muyun had already changed his appearance at this time, calmly glanced at everyone in the hall, then grabbed a wine jar from the table beside him, raised his head and took a big gulp: "Today It's today, since the emperor brother has already spoken, the only thing I can do is show my shame."

Li Er didn't say a word, although he was confident that Li Muyun was destined not to lose face, but before the poem was written, he felt somewhat uneasy.

As for the people present, there were all kinds of expressions. Among them, Lu Dongzan of Tubo had a more critical look in his eyes, as if he was waiting to see Li Muyun make a fool of himself.

After a while, Li Muyun cleared his throat with a cough, and then recited aloud: "Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance."

"Okay, great poem! These two lines alone are no less than the previous two "Exodus Songs." A certain literary leader only listened to half of it, and immediately praised loudly.

Yu Zhining also heaved a sigh of relief. After relaxing, he picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured himself a glass. After all, it was a formal occasion. Although he felt elated now, it was not suitable for him to show it.

Two impatient Lao Tzu who were sitting next to Yu Zhining interrupted suddenly at this time, and asked impatiently: "What are the last two sentences? Tell me quickly. If I write half of the poem again this time, I will not stay at your house at night."

"Hehe, the last two sentences..." Li Muyun glanced at Lu Dongzan again, walked a few steps towards him, and stood in front of his desk and said word by word: "The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and it won't break the logic." Some will never be paid back!"

The original text of this poem is that if you don't break Loulan, you will never return it, but right now there is no breakthrough between Loulan and Datang, so Li Muyun changed Loulan to Luoxie before crossing the border.

As for where the location is, those who understand geography immediately realized that it is the capital of Tubo.

In front of the Prime Minister of Tubo, it was somewhat embarrassing to shout about destroying his capital, but everyone present cheered Li Muyun's poems, and Li Er, Fang Xuanling and others even smiled with beards.

Only Lu Dongzan's face became very ugly. He never expected that Li Muyun could actually compose poems on the spot, and it was related to Tubo.

Looking at Li Muyun's bloodshot eyes from drinking too much wine, Lu Dongzan felt a little fear for no reason, as if he really saw the scene of heavy soldiers gathering outside the city.

But in the face of Li Muyun's threat, he couldn't say a word, because he asked for all of this. Before that, Li Muyun tried every means to evade it, but he was the one who kept pushing forward and insisted on making poems for fun.

Nowadays, other people's poems have been made. If you don't consider the meaning, this poem is indeed a good poem, but considering the scene described in the poem, Lu Dongzan only feels shuddering.

The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and it will not be returned until it is broken.

What kind of determination does this represent?Is it the will of the Tang emperor or the will of the soldiers?The battle in Songzhou was still going on. Tens of thousands of people besieged a city that was only defended by more than [-] people but could not take it for a long time. This shows the huge disparity between the military strength of Tubo and Datang.

"Li Muyun, what a boy, what a brave man, I will never pay you back if I say this to you. No matter what others say, I only recognize you as the number one poet of the Tang Dynasty!" Like face.

An old face is black with red, red with purple, obviously already drunk and can't tell the difference between east and west, north and south.

(End of this chapter)