"Huh? Do you know how to write these?" Li Yuan suddenly widened his eyes and said: "My grandson, you are patriotic, but how come you are so tragic and heroic about fighting on the battlefield? You have never been on the battlefield, how could you do this?

What about writing poems? Say yes, I want original poems written in Feng style, Feng'er, you can't fool me, an old man!"

"Don't worry, grandpa, I won't fool you! Just tell me what type you want! I'll just write it for you!"

Li Chengfeng said confidently.

Li Yuan nodded slightly and said: "Okay, then I want an emotional poem about fighting on the battlefield. What kind of bullshit patriotic sentiments do you want? I'm not the emperor! Hmph..."

Li Yuan murmured a curse to himself. It could be seen that he still kept in mind the incident of Li Shimin seeking power and usurping the throne.

Li Chengfeng smiled and said: "Okay, then I will sing "Out of the Game" for grandpa!"

"Going out of the competition? How to get out of the competition?"

Li Yuan opened his round eyes and looked at Li Chengfeng curiously. What kind of poem would he write?

Immediately afterwards, Li Chengfeng thought for a moment and then put down his pen.

Large characters as vigorous as dragons appeared on the rice paper.

""Go out"

The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty was at the Pass of the Han Dynasty, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned.

But let the flying generals of Dragon City be here and not teach Hu Ma how to cross the Yin Mountains!"

"As long as the flying generals of Dragon City are here, I won't teach Hu Ma to cross the Yin Mountains!"

"My God, Feng'er, this, is this really a poem you wrote? Is this really your original poem?"

Li Yuan was completely stunned.

"Ding, surprise from Li Yuan, naughty value 129!"

When Li Chengfeng wrote the last word, Li Yuan even shook his hand and tore off two of his beards?

Li Yuan was stunned. He never thought that Li Chengfeng, who was only six years old, could pick up such a profound poem at random?

Moreover, Li Yuan knew that with his experience, Li Chengfeng would never be able to deceive him.

His poem "Out of the Game" is indeed an original poem, not a plagiarism from others. Otherwise, Li Yuan would not be so surprised.

After putting down the pen, Li Chengfeng wrote five big characters at the back: Feng style, Li Chengfeng!

Then he put the brush away.

Li Chengfeng handed the poem to Li Yuan and said, "Grandpa, do you like the song "Out of the Game"?"

"I like it, more than just like it. I love you so much!"

With trembling hands, Li Yuan took the poem from Li Chengfeng's hand with trembling hands, and a strange look flashed across his eyes.

"The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty passed the Han Dynasty, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned.

But let the flying generals of Dragon City be here and not teach Hu Ma how to cross the Yin Mountains!"

"What a poem, what a poem! The 5,000 gold I spent was well worth it! Humph, I want to see if those old men Wei Zheng still dare to show off in front of me? If I take out this poem, I will definitely be able to

Scare them to death!"

"So, grandpa, is it worth 5,000 gold for a song?"

Li Chengfeng looked at Li Yuan happily.

Li Yuan nodded heavily and said: "Not to mention the handwriting, it is worth 2,000 gold. Adding the artistic conception of this poem, it is worth spending 3,000 gold!"

"Feng'er, I want to play another song! For 5,000 gold, let's play another song for grandpa!" Li Yuan said.

"Ah? You want more?"

Li Lizhi and Wu Xu on the side were both shocked.

They thought that 5,000 gold for a poem was already a sky-high price, but they didn't expect that Li Yuan would come up with another one?

Li Yuan stroked his beard and looked at Li Lizhi, saying: "Changle, you are too young to understand some things! Money can be earned again if it is gone, but artistic conception and spiritual enjoyment are not just a matter of light.

Can it be bought with money? And you don’t understand the meaning of the poem! If this poem can be passed down! In the future world, let alone 5,000 gold, even 10,000 gold, 20,000 gold, it may be more than

!”

"What? Yes, is it so powerful?" Wu Xu opened his mouth wide, looking very surprised.

Li Yuan smiled and said: "Of course! So I won't lose this time!"

Li Chengfeng also smiled. It can be seen that Li Yuan is still very discerning!

Although Li Chengfeng's current poems are only worth 5,000 gold, with the passage of history and the change of dynasties, these poems can definitely be sold at extremely high prices. Perhaps they can be used to save lives in the future!

Li Yuan continued: "Feng'er, let me play another song for grandpa, one that you are good at, and grandpa will pay 5,000 gold, okay?"

Li Yuan looked at Li Chengfeng eagerly for help.

Li Chengfeng muttered, "Actually, I don't want to write it, I want to close it! But, since you are my grandfather, I will write another one for you!"

"Haha, good, you are indeed my grandson, good, good, good!" Li Yuan laughed heartily.

"But we agreed on the price, two songs, totaling 10,000 gold!"

"Well, it doesn't matter. Grandpa, I have plenty of money! But if you stop writing, grandpa, I may never see such poems again!"

In fact, what Li Yuan is thinking about right now is: Wei Zheng, Du Ruhui, Fang Xuanling!

Let the three of you show off in front of me? You can sing one song each, right? I will just sing two songs per person now, let’s see if you can still show off in front of me?

After thinking about it, Li Yuan laughed happily again.

"Feng'er, Grandpa has no restrictions on subject matter this time. You only need to give Grandpa your best poem, and Grandpa will be very satisfied!"

"Okay Grandpa, don't worry, I will definitely satisfy you!"

Li Chengfeng waved his hand and said: "Eunuch Wu, bring the rice paper!"

"Yes, the Eighth Prince!"

…

Another piece of rice paper flopped on the table.

Li Chengfeng frowned, then picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and started writing.

""Xia Ke Xing"

Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang Xueming.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.

Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles.

When the matter is over, he brushes off his clothes and hides himself and his name. - Li Chengfeng of Feng style!"

Incredible, incredible!

Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles?

If Li Yuan could say shit at this moment, he must have said shit ten thousand times in his heart?

You tell me, this is a poem that a six-year-old child can write?

Kill one person in ten steps? Leave no trace in a thousand miles?

Li Yuan felt a little scared just looking at these lines of poetry.

The edge is sharp and majestic. Looking at this poem, it is like seeing a knight-errant, holding a long sword, killing a person in ten steps, and killing thousands of miles along the way.

Bloodbath, thousands of miles?

"Ding, surprise from Li Yuan, naughty value 133!"

"Grandpa, are you satisfied?"

Li Chengfeng smiled and looked at the confused Li Yuan.
Chapter completed!