Even Mr. Drunkard also offered words of comfort:
"Tie Xuan, although Gu Xiaoyou is very talented, he has too little experience. It would be inappropriate to write frontier poems."
"How about writing a landscape poem, which can also show your literary talent?"
Wang Tiexuan did not answer, but looked at Prince Jing.
After all, among everyone present, he was the only one who spoke.
Xiang Qingfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and his thoughts began to fly.
Da Qian built his country with bows and horses, and he was determined to make great achievements, so naturally he also wanted to go to the battlefield.
Therefore, I really want to appreciate Gu Beichuan's frontier fortress poems.
So he said: "Just give it a try. If it doesn't work, we won't force it."
Prince Jing has said this, what else can the others say?
In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Gu Beichuan.
They also wanted to see what kind of frontier poem this Huainan talented man could write in five steps!
Gu Beichuan nodded, but did not start composing a poem immediately. Instead, he asked:
"I heard that the northern part of Daqian and Dayan are separated from each other by a mountain range stretching for thousands of miles. The terrain is steep and the climate is extremely cold."
"The towering places are covered with snow all year round."
"Is this possible?"
Xiang Qingfeng nodded and said: "Not bad."
"This mountain range is called Yayu Mountain Range. In terms of steepness, it is probably among the top ten in the world!"
"I also heard that in order to resist the Yan bandits, His Majesty once built a grand pass south of the Yayu Mountains, called Yumen. Is this true?"
"Yes, I have two great powers."
"Bei Yumen and the Southern Emperor can defend the capital together, and only then can we protect the country and the country and be safe forever."
"Among them, Yumen Pass in the north is commanded by Uncle Zhenbei Wang. There are also 100,000 elite cadres at his disposal. Even if Dayan sends five or ten times its troops, I am afraid it will be difficult to capture it!"
When Xiang Qingfeng talked about this, his words were inevitably a little proud.
After all, the development of the three eastern kingdoms over the years is obvious to all, but Great Liang is still the same, tepid.
Dayan, on the other hand, is becoming increasingly lonely as the sun goes down.
On the contrary, it is Daqian. In the past ten years, due to Emperor Renxuan's forge ahead and proficiency in state affairs, the overall national strength has been on the rise!
Coupled with the assistance of Uncle Wang Shu of Zhenbei, who is good at conquering and fighting, he will be able to recharge his batteries for several years and send a large army across the Yayu Mountains to break through the Yan capital and regain the ancestral territory. He will no longer be a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water!
By then, I am afraid that my father will become the king of resurgence in the 300 years since the founding of Daqian, and he will also leave a mark in the history books!
And he, as his father's prince's heir, is so proud!
Even Xiang Zhirou on the side had raised eyebrows and a look of arrogance on her face.
"I also heard that five years ago, Dayan sent 100,000 cavalry and 200,000 troops to attack Yumen Pass!"
"Although the Jade Gate is one of the most important gates in the world, it is still on the verge of collapse under such a fierce attack."
"In the end, the King of Zhenbei led his army out of the city, went around to the enemy's rear, and charged out boldly when the situation was tense. With thousands of troops, he penetrated the Yanyan army's formation of ten thousand people. Was this a narrow victory?"
"Yes, after this battle, Uncle Wang of Zhenbei became famous, and his reputation is as high as that of the champion who consecrated Zen to worship heaven on Yayu Mountain!"
Speaking of this, Xiang Qingfeng already showed a look of yearning on his face.
It seemed as if he had once ridden the mountains and rivers with his horse and swept away the sun and the moon with his gun.
Follow the King of Zhenbei and sweep through the elites of Great Yan.
It's a pity that he was born into the royal family.
Even if he practices martial arts diligently every day and is familiar with the art of war.
Up to now, he has accomplished both riding and shooting, but he has never been on the battlefield.
After all, on the battlefield, if the prince is captured, the commanders of the three armies will inevitably have some constraints.
Xiang Zhirou on the side also nodded repeatedly when she heard this, her eyes full of pride.
It can be seen that the royal family's reverence for King Zhenbei.
"Gu has asked so many questions, but I wonder if there are any poems in mind?"
"If not, forget it."
"Beichuan has an inspiration and wants to express it quickly. Please correct me, Your Highness."
Hearing this, Xiang Qingfeng raised his eyebrows, became interested, and said, "Come quickly!"
Gu Beichuan nodded, cleared his throat, and said the first sentence:
"Dark clouds are pressing down on the city to destroy it, and the armor's light is shining towards the golden scales of the sun."
As soon as this first couplet came out, everyone trembled.
Especially Wang Tiexuan, who showed a look of surprise visible to the naked eye.
He was an expert at writing frontier poems, so he could tell just by listening to Gu Beichuan's level.
The enemy troops outside the city are rolling in, like black clouds sweeping across, trying to destroy the city wall.
The soldiers' armor shimmered with golden light in the sunlight.
Just these two sentences vividly describe the desolate and murderous atmosphere before the enemy attacked the city.
This... was really written by a boy who was no more than twenty years old? How can it be?
The tone has risen so high, I'd like to see how you pick it up later.
"The sound of the trumpet fills the autumn sky, and the night is purple when stuffed with swallow fat."
At this moment, Gu Beichuan's second poem came out.
The sound of the horn resounded through the autumn night, and the bloodstains of the soldiers solidified into dark purple in the cold night.
If the first couplet is written about the time when the enemy is about to attack the city and the two armies are confronting each other.
So what the couplet says is that after the siege of the city, the soldiers were wounded and bleeding, and they were devastated.
Caught it! He actually caught it! How can this be?
Wang Tiexuan stood stunned on the spot!
"A half-rolled red flag is near the Yishui River. The frost is heavy and the drums are cold but the sound cannot be heard."
The banner of reinforcements was already in sight, but the enemy launched an attack at this moment.
In the cold night, it was difficult to beat the war drums.
After listening to the neck couplet, everyone waited with bated breath, and a layer of haze lingered in their hearts.
It seems that he is worried about the soldiers in the poem, wondering whether they can wait for reinforcements.
At the same time, I am looking forward to the final couplet that has always been the climax!
"Report your favor on the golden stage, support the Jade Dragon and die for you!"
As soon as the last couplet came out and the poem was completed, the whole place fell into deathly silence.
This...is this really done by a junior who is no more than twenty years old? This is the doubt in everyone's mind.
If the first three couplets can only be regarded as stunning, then the last couplet can definitely be regarded as sublimating the entire poem!
The soldiers who were stationed at the pass and at the end of the road did not choose to wait for reinforcements, but took the initiative to fight out.
In order to repay the emperor's kindness, he put himself to death and lived again!
Really...
After Qin Xiuwen listened, he felt goosebumps all over his body.
Prince Jing was the first to stand up, applauding and praising loudly:
"Excellent work, excellent work! It is truly a first-rate masterpiece!"
"To get this poem today, this trip is not in vain!"
Isn't this poem written by Gu Beichuan about the battle between Zhenbei King and Yumen Pass five years ago?
"The writing is really soul-stirring, and it shows my great style!"
"After I return, I will recite it in front of the formation of the three armies. This will also help them march and fight in the future, and never forget the iron bones of being a cadre!"
When Xiang Zhirou heard this, her eyes also flickered, and Gu Beichuan's figure was reflected in her eyes like ripples of autumn water.
Wang Tiexuan bowed his hands, and there was even a hint of admiration in his tone:
"Brother Gu is a great talent, but Tie Xuan is not as good as him."
