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Chapter 193 Doubt
It was not the first time for Wang Yunshi to see Zhang Twelve's words, but she still had the same astonishing feeling as when she saw it for the first time.

Looking at the poem written by him, it is no longer stunning, but shock should be used to describe her mood at this time.

She had heard other poems written by him, and had the honor of being given one by him. These poems were all good enough, but none of them were as majestic as this one!
But thinking of his appearance and temperament and his usual appearance, he doesn't look like a person who can write such poems!It seems that I still know too little about him...

"Rhyme, read it!"

Just when she was distracted, Mrs. Wang's words pulled her back, and Wang Yunshi came to her senses. She smiled at everyone embarrassedly, and then said:
"The luminous cup of wine and grapes, if you want to drink the pipa, please remind me immediately.

Drunk on the battlefield, Lord Grim, how many people have fought in ancient times? "

As soon as this poem came out, the audience was silent.

Seeing everyone's astonished reaction as she did when she first saw the poem, Wang Yunshi smiled, and then continued to read:
"Looking at the sword while drunk, dreaming back to the company of blowing horns.

Eight hundred miles under the command of burning, fifty strings turned over the sound of the plug.

Soldiers on the battlefield in autumn.

The horse made Lu Fei swift, bow like a thunderbolt.

After the king's world affairs, he won the name after his life.

Poor thing happened in vain! "

As the saying goes, one wave is not flat, and another wave rises again.

When everyone was still immersed in the great shock brought to them by the first poem, the second poem bombarded them again.

At this time, everyone had the same thought, that is: no wonder he was named the Great General of Zhenyuan by the emperor, based on this poem, if he had not experienced fighting on the battlefield, how could he write it?
However, they were very puzzled: he is still so young!Just based on his appearance and his original style, he is just a handsome young man who is good at poetry, how can he have such a feeling?
Among this group of people, probably only Guo Jing really understands that Zhang Twelve is not just as gentle and elegant as he sees in front of him——

The "Four Eagles of Yushan" all died violently on the barren mountain, and the Xiliang cavalry who blocked them disappeared, and they must have been killed by him too—the young man in front of him probably has more lives in his hands than he, who has been on the battlefield for many years , it is not surprising that such a person writes such poems, right?

In addition to Guo Jing, there are three other people who can experience this feeling best, and that is Lu Fujing, Qin Yutong and Lin Zimo who have experienced the feeling of flying with Zhang Twelve. Of course, this flying is really flying, not that kind of flying. Fly……

But Qin Yutong left, so only Lu Fujing and Lin Zimo understood him, and their eyes became brighter when they looked at Zhang Twelve...

I don't know who took the lead in saying "Good Poetry", and then the others followed suit with thunderous applause.

But Zhou Zhiwei in the crowd felt complicated after hearing the poem and words:

Obviously you can rely on your appearance to make a living, but you rely on your talent...

It's all about talent, it's great to be a military officer, but you can write such good poems...

Let us scholars live...

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The banquet was pushed to the top by Zhang Twelve's poems, everyone's admiration for General Zhang was like a river, and then a new round of toasts came up...

Nima, if I knew this earlier, labor and capital would not write...

After another round, Zhang Twelve really couldn't hold it anymore, and lay down on the table...

Dimly, he felt himself being sent back into the room.

Lying on the bed, with a wet towel running across his face, he felt very comfortable, and wanted to open his eyes, but found that the eyelids were too heavy, and he couldn't open them no matter what...

Hey, I drank too much~
The night outside the house is quiet, but the house is lively and fragrant...

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After a while, Zhang Twelve lost all strength and fell into a deep sleep...

And this figure slowly sat up from him, looked at the sleeping person on the bed with warm eyes, with a calm face, dressed neatly, pushed the door and walked out...

…………

The aftereffect of a hangover is a headache.

Zhang Twelve has a deep understanding now. He doesn't know how long he slept. It took a long time for the outside sunlight to shine on him through the window before he got up from the bed covering his head...

Strange, it seemed like I had a beautiful dream yesterday...

But why is this dream so real?
(End of this chapter)