Datang broom star

Qiu Lin said with a smile: "There are prostitutes in the army and camp who are good at sword dancers, so you can call them here."

Jiang Xie nodded.

Everyone toasted loudly, and a camp prostitute was brought in later.

The camp prostitute looks quite ordinary, but looks awe-inspiring.

"It can be used as a sword dance." Jiang Xie said lightly: "If it is good, the old man promises you."

Jiang Xie seemed to be in a good mood, and Qiu Lin just smiled.

The camp prostitute fell down and said in a trembling voice, "Thank you, Duhu."

Then someone brought a long sword, and the camp prostitute held the sword in her hand, and there was a chilling aura between her brows, and she slowly looked around at the people present.

Good momentum!

Jia Pingan couldn't help clapping his hands and nodding.

The long sword danced slowly at the beginning, and the curve of the woman's body merged with the long sword and other weapons. It was soft and sharp, and people couldn't help but pay attention.

The long sword danced gradually faster and faster.

The sword's light was so sharp that the blood of those who watched it burst into flames.

The faces of all the generals were reddish, and they breathed, but they couldn't find a place to vent.

Jiang Xie clapped the table and said, "Sword dance is good, can there be poetry to help it?"

Everyone was silent.

Tang Xu looked at Jia Ping'an.

This place is far away from Chang'an, and many people don't know that a famous young poet has appeared in recent years.

Qiu Lin was thinking hard, trying to get ahead.

Several civil servants are also debating...

Jia Ping'an raised his head to drink, and suddenly chanted, "Dark clouds overwhelm the city, and the light of armor opens to the golden scales of Japan."

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Chapter 437 Who is Jia Baoyu?great merit

The sword light was originally airtight, but it suddenly changed and became suppressed, as if there was a powerful enemy in front of him, forcing the prostitute to retreat step by step.

Qiu Lin took a look at Jia Pingan, and the half poem that had just been brewed suddenly became tasteless.

Look at those generals, all of them are flushed... Two lines of poems mobilized their emotions, you bastard!

Chang'an's letter only mentioned some of Jia Ping'an's situation. Of course, most of them are negative. As for the advantages...

——This kid is cunning!

But as soon as these two lines came out, Qiu Lin couldn't help feeling awe-inspiring.

The enemy army was pressing down like a black cloud, with great momentum, as if they were about to knock down the city wall, while the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty stood at the top of the city, their armor gleaming under the sunlight.

What's next?

"The sound of horns fills the sky in the autumn scenery, stuffed with swallow fat and night purple."

Trumpets sound through the autumn sky...

As soon as the sword light turned, the figure turned in it, majestic.

"The half-rolled red flag is facing Yishui, and the frost is heavy and the sound of cold can't be heard."

Jian Guang suddenly slowed down, as if the long sword weighed a thousand catties.

"Report to the king on the golden platform, and lead the jade dragon to die for the king."

The sword light was suddenly sharp, and the camp prostitute gave a sharp shout and jumped up high.While the skirt was flying, a sword stabbed out in the air, which coincided with Jia Ping'an's last sentence.

The camp prostitute fell to the ground, held the long sword upside down and knelt down to Jia Pingan, "Dare to ask the nobleman's name."

"Jia Pingan."

The prostitute stood up, "I have been in Mobei for several years, and I have never heard of such a passionate frontier poem. Your lord must be very human!"

"Hahahaha!"

Tang Xu couldn't help laughing out loud.

The laughter seemed a little abrupt.

Everyone who was immersed in this poem woke up.

"Nice poem!"

Jiang Xie praised: "After listening to this poem, the old man just wants to lead the army to fight all the way to the end of the sky, and kill those thieves for His Majesty and Tang Dynasty!"

Several civil officials looked at each other in blank dismay, cupped their hands and said: "As soon as this poem comes out, we have nothing to write."

The camp prostitute knelt down, "I just want to return home!"

Jiang Xie looked at her, "Forget it, since the old man has agreed to you, come here."

Someone came in, and Jiang Xie ordered: "I will do everything for her, and then when someone goes to Chang'an for business, take her back."

"Thank you, Duhu."

The camp prostitute raised her head, turned around immediately, and kowtowed to Jia Pingan, "I never thought that I would be able to return home one day, thank you Jia Lang."

"Without Uncle Wuyang's poems, her sword dance would not be able to move people."

The camp prostitute resigned.

A civil servant suddenly covered his forehead, "Last time I heard that someone in Chang'an wrote a poem... that poem... Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain..."

Tang Xu chanted: "The lonely city looks at the Yumen Pass in the distance. The yellow sand wears gold armor in all battles. If you don't break Loulan, you will never return it."

Jia Pingan nodded slightly, "It's just a clumsy work."

The civil official got up and said excitedly: "That's the person from the caravan chanting. I wanted to ask, but the caravan was eager and went straight away, so I was worried. I saw a real person today. Uncle Wuyang, I respect you." You drink."