Emperor System: Gain the power of Xiang Yu at the beginning

"Your Majesty, please write a question!"

Li Taibai was provoked by Luo Bei's arrogance that was three points more arrogant than him, and he raised his eyebrows and stared angrily.

"Today is my birthday banquet, you two each sing a birthday poem, that's enough!"

Luo Jingde was really afraid that his bastard son would go crazy after losing, and then demolish Chongming Palace for himself.

What to do!
"Father, those bragging and praising words, my son can't do it!"

Luo Bei stared at Li Taibai contemptuously, thinking that he must let you feel the greatness of the nine-year compulsory education!
Cao Mengran, who was about to stand up and object, was stunned, this useless prince is really arrogant.

The faces of the rest of the people were also dull, not to mention Luo Jingde, who just wanted to smooth things over, his face turned blue and white.

If he couldn't beat this bastard son himself, he would have come down to hold Luo Bei's neck and ask.

Who gave you the courage?

The third princess, Luo Yingying, always felt that the elder brother of the crown prince treated her better, and was careless in other aspects.

Unexpectedly, at the birthday banquet today, the Xiongnu Shanyu was frightened, and then he showed the attitude of treating the poets of the world like dung.

Very curious about what happened next.

"You! Your Majesty, hurry up and come up with the question!" Li Taibai was choked up in his Adam's apple when he was about to exchange greetings.

No, I can't help it.

I want to teach him to be a man!

"Okay! Today's birthday banquet, let's use 'wine' as the theme."

When Luo Jingde saw the two people facing each other, he didn't stop him anymore, and pointed at the golden cup in front of him.

Let this arrogant bastard son feel the baptism of Shixian!
"Wine?" Li Taibai's anger, which he couldn't hold back any longer, turned into wit in an instant, and after a moment of pondering, he opened his mouth.

"There are crazy people all over the world, and the romantic Chu Zhongxian. When Chongming met, he called me to be a heavenly man."

"Once upon a time, what was in the cup was turned into Panasonic dust. The golden tortoise changed the place for wine, but the memory was stained with tears."

Words flew out of his mouth, as if pulling everyone back ten years ago.

In the scene of the great Chu banquet, Li Taibai first entered the court hall to pay respects to Luo Jingde, and looking back at his miserable state today, he couldn't help sighing.

"Okay!" Cao Mengran shouted loudly, got up and knelt down to His Majesty, "I wish Your Majesty all over the world, peace in the world!"

Luo Jingde's eyes were full of tears, as if he had returned to the night of Wanchao's birthday celebration, General Li Ling came back after calming down the turmoil, and Cao Mengran introduced Li Taibai to see him.

Concubine Cao and Empress Zhen danced lightly in front of the hall, and the monarchs and ministers laughed and laughed happily.

pity!

Today, ten years later, things have changed and people have changed. Li Ling is seriously injured at home, and many vassal states are like wolves surrounding Dachu.

These devastated the entire Great Chu, and the ministers of the arms and legs became corpses.

Ugh!
"Get up!" Luo Jingde looked at the mighty Cao Mengran, feeling somewhat dispirited.

Madam Zhen, who was sitting upright, twitched her eyebrows, glanced at Li Taibai with burning eyes from the corner of her eye, and her mood returned to ten years ago.

This infatuated person knows what I want!
When he first entered the imperial court, he gave advice to the country with high spirits.

I even wrote some poems in private, confiding to me the meaning of my childhood childhood.

Bengong wants to train him to replace Cao Mengran as prime minister.

I never thought that after being rejected, I would become a drunkard with no purpose.

It's useless!

Pa——pa, the piercing applause brought many people in the hall back from their memories.

"Poetry Immortal will really praise the bravery of the past, but now things are different, I advise you to be more sober!"

Luo Bei's sarcastic tone also sounded.

"You..." Li Taibai, who withdrew his emotions, snorted coldly, "Could it be that the prince only uses his tongue?"

"Wrong, this king's song "Will Enter the Wine", just listen to it!"

Luo Bei flicked his sleeves, picked up the jar of wine from Cao Mengran's table, took a sip, and hugged it to his chest.

"If you don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, it will never return to the sea. If you don't see the mirror in the high hall, the sad white hair will turn into snow in the morning like blue silk in the evening."

"To be happy in life is to have fun, don't let the golden cup be empty to the moon. I am born to be useful, and I will come back after all the money is gone. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure, and you will have to drink three hundred cups..."

Hundreds of words dignified, ended in a drunken belch.

Needles can be heard all over the hall, and everyone is standing upright with vegetables, sipping cups, and muttering while sitting under the dining table.

"Okay! My brother is awesome!"

The crisp voice broke the silence, Luo Yingying danced excitedly, looked at Luo Jingde and said, "Father, I think this poet fairy has been appointed to the wrong person! My brother is the fairy who despises the world."

"Ahem! Yingying, sit down quickly, what's the matter?"

Luo Jingde couldn't help saying angrily when he saw the three princesses' lack of etiquette.

He is also shocked now.

Is this still his son?
Martial arts can play the tripod, and the literature can be astonishing.

Luo Jingde didn't care about Luo Yingying, who was sitting down pouting, raised her eyes to look at Li Taibai in the field, and couldn't help frowning, how could she be so frightened with just one poem?
How could he see the turbulent waves in Li Taibai's heart.

Li Taibai will be full of surprises and question marks in his head.

Without him, after listening to Luo Bei's poem, he felt very familiar.

It seems that this poem should be written by myself, and I feel that the emotion Luo Bei recites here hits his heart directly.

Could it be that Luo Bei was entangled with his previous life.

Alas, I was complacent for a while, and I don't know what to do?

"Your Majesty, the crown prince's poems are good, but he also despises my Dachu's court too much. If others listen to it, they will think how wronged my Dachu's prince has been!"

It was Prime Minister Cao Mengran who spoke!

What he said is heartbreaking!

It's obviously a poem about drinking, why is it getting the face of the court?
"Yes, although your Majesty is a good poem, you can't gain fame and fortune by stepping on my Da Chu's face!"

But all the ministers were like a bright mirror in their hearts, and they all stood up to cater to Prime Minister Cao's words, but their tone became more ruthless.

Luo Jingde was clicked by the officials, and he thought of something just now.

This bastard, arrogant and debauched, what is there to worry about?
Still worry forever!

Are you worried about how to kill me and become the emperor to rule the harem?

Thinking of this, looking at Luo Bei's insolent look, he couldn't help but think of the scene in the draft hall.

"Hmph!" Luo Jingde couldn't help snorting softly, "The prince is so worried, let's use 'sorrow' as the topic for the next game!"

Luo Bei was secretly complacent, feeling that he had already covered the entire court with one article, but within a few breaths, the wind direction changed.

How did I become a sinner.

Where is the focus of your group of people?
"When you draw a knife to cut off the water, the water will flow even more, and if you raise a glass, your sorrow will be relieved."

After the previous round of competition, Li Taibai became more curious and took the lead in reciting the famous lines he made when he was drunk.

"Wonderful!"

Cao Mengran held it up again, "Shixian compares this melancholy to the thousands of rivers, which are endless."

The other people also nodded secretly, feeling like a stroke of heaven.

Luo Bei pondered slightly, knowing that this poem would be very good in later generations.

Comparing melancholy to river water, if I use Li Yu's "Poppy", I can also answer.

However, I am afraid that I will be accused of plagiarism by the ministers again.

Wait, there it is!