Chapter 106 The Emperor's Poem

Judging from Li Shi's little literary accomplishment left in his previous life, he has to admit that Long Aotian's poem is really well written.

Moreover, Long Aotian's self-confidence and momentum when composing the poem made Li Shi confirm that the poem was indeed written by himself and had nothing to do with the guard.

Li Shi had to admit that he was really wrong this time.

There really is no such thing as an absolute waste in the world!

Long Aotian, who seems to be as upright and stupid as a dumb, seems to be a completely different person when he writes poems.

If it is an ordinary person, maybe at this time they really have to succumb to Long Aotian's literary talent.

It's a pity, I bah. I, Li Shikai, died!

He is not like Long Aotian, who prepared for a long time back and forth, and at his fingertips is a poem that he has read in his previous life:

"The sun is shining brightly at the first sunrise, and thousands of mountains are like fire."

When they only heard the first two sentences, the guard and Wei Chengan were full of complacency and showed mocking smiles: "A young child can write a poem of this level, right? How dare a kid who laughs his teeth out like this? poetry?"

Wei Hong and the others also shook their heads one after another, it seems that there should be no suspense in this duel, Long Aotian is going to win.

"A round goes up to the sky in an instant, chasing away the stars and the waning moon."

As soon as these two finishing touches came out, the whole hall fell silent instantly!

The first two sentences simply describe the scene of the rising sun, which seems rough and simple.

But as soon as the last two sentences come out, the whole poem really comes alive!

A round of red sun is rising, and the dazzling light directly pushes back the stars and the remaining moonlight in the sky!

It announces to the whole world: This sky can only be dominated by my sun!

Just like Li Shi standing in the hall with his hands behind his back at this moment, he is the only one who shines brilliantly, and the rest are just pearls of rice to set off him.

Everyone seemed to see an emperor looking up at the sun from the poem, determined to wipe out the remaining forces in the world and dominate the country for thousands of miles!

This is the majestic and overbearing poem of the emperor!

All other poetry will bow its head before it, dimmed!

Wei Chengan and the guard opened their mouths, trying to say something, but found that they could not find any flaws in the poem, nor could they find any words to refute Li Shi.

The two aggrieved faces were extremely exciting, full of shock and anger, as if a big dye vat had been opened.

Yang Luokui's evaluation of Li Shi couldn't help but rise to another level.

This man is horrible! Is there anything else he can't do?

Yang Luokui reminded herself once again, don't offend Li Shi!

As for Wei Ziling, she was quite calm on the contrary. She had an inexplicable sense of admiration for Li Shi. It seemed that no matter how many shocking things Li Shi did, it was right for her.

The more Zhao Yurou looked at Li Shi, the happier she was, exactly like the eyes of a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law.

Wei Hong's eyes were already full of suspicion. He has been in the business world for many years, so he still has a good sense of people.

When Li Shi wrote his poems, he did not hide his ambitions. Instead, he substituted himself in the body of the eternal emperor Zhao Kuangyin, and he couldn't hide the aura of the superior who pointed the country.

In the past, Li Shi deliberately concealed his clumsiness, and Wei Hong had preconceived ideas, thinking that he was a porter, and he always looked down on Li Shi in his heart.

At this time, he looked at Li Shi carefully, but found that he was very energetic and tall, how could he have the heroic appearance that an ordinary porter should have?

In addition, this man named Li Min was so close to the rumored city lord's age, but Wei Hong slowly overlapped the two shadows in his heart, and horror and fear flashed in his eyes!

Long Aotian turned his head stupidly, and said to the guard: "Long San, the poems written by this man seem to be better than mine."