The beginning of the king guards the Great Wall

From the Great Wall to the capital, it takes at least five days' journey at a fast pace.

Anyway, the Queen's order did not imply urging, so Jiang Ming and the others rode horses and walked leisurely along the official road.

The right is to visit the mountains and rivers, and pay a visit to Wu Zetian by the way.

After staying in the desert in the clouds for a long time, there is nothing but sand in my eyes.

Suddenly came to the beautiful and rich Heluo area, and saw the green mountains and green waters.

Jiang Mingdun was pleasing to the eye, but he always felt as if he had missed something.

After a long time, he slapped his thigh suddenly, thinking: "I forgot to write poetry!"

No wonder there is always something wrong, it turns out that there is nowhere to put the soul of pretentiousness.

"Cough cough" Jiang Ming coughed dryly, looked at Li Bai: "Brother Li Bai, look at this beautiful scenery, is it worth writing a poem for us?"

"It's worth it, of course it's worth it!"

Li Bai's eyes lit up.

He had long wanted to ask Jiang Ming about the skills of writing poems, and now Jiang Ming offered to ask him, so he naturally would not refuse.

Jiang Ming looked at Cheng Yaojin again: "What about General Cheng?"

Seeing Jiang Ming looking over, Cheng Yaojin trembled as if being scalded by something: "My fellow, this general is not interested in poetry, so you guys come and I'll just be a bystander."

Got it, this rough guy doesn't know anything about literature.

Jiang Ming slandered, and looked at Li Bai with a smile: "Brother Bai, please go first."

Li Bai didn't refuse when he heard the words, nodded his head in thought for a moment, and read out a poem intermittently.

Very ordinary, not at all the heroic spirit of the previous poetry fairy.

Shixian also evolved from ordinary poets. . .

Jiang Ming felt slightly disappointed.

Suddenly, the corner of his mouth twitched.

Hey, Shixian hasn't become a fairy yet, so am I going to become a fairy?

The No. [-] Poet Immortal in the Tang Dynasty——Jiang Ming Jiang Daxian.

Sounds pretty good too.

"Brother Jiang Ming, it's your turn."

Li Bai was quite satisfied with his poem just now, and it was another quatrain enough to cause a sensation in Chang'an Restaurant.

But he didn't know that in front of Jiang Ming, a descendant who had read a lot of poetry and books.

This poem is weak.

"It's time for me to go on stage and play tricks, right, it's time to perform!"

Jiang Ming took a step forward, sometimes looking at the distant mountains and rivers, sometimes lowering his head and frowning in deep thought.

At first glance, he really looks like a big literati.

In fact, he was just recalling the poems he had memorized in his previous life.

After a while, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

Just you!

"Cough cough."

After clearing his throat, Jiang Ming spoke slowly.

Li Bai, Cheng Yaojin and the two pricked up their ears and listened carefully.

"Looking horizontally, it looks like mountains and peaks. The distance and height are different. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I just live in this mountain."

After Jiang Ming finished reading the poem, Li Bai was stunned.

After a long time, he clapped his hands excitedly.

"It's so wet, so wet!"

"I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but because I am in this mountain, it's wonderful, wonderful!"

"The first two sentences are tangible, and the last two sentences are meaningful. They are truly ancient quatrains!"

Not only Li Bai, but even the illiterate Cheng Yaojin can feel the extremely compelling style of this poem.

He also really wanted to praise Jiang Ming by throwing out two nice words like Li Bai did.

NaiHe thought for a long time and only had words like "fuck" and "beautiful".

He simply followed behind Li Bai and nodded vigorously, saying: "I think so too!"

Jiang Ming looked pleased: "The two of you are overwhelmed."

Although he didn't write the poem, he has a big face.

As long as I have a thick skin, I can openly use other people's poems to pretend to be my own.

Li Bai arched his hands: "Brother Jiang Ming's literary talents are amazing, and Bai lost his heart."

Fortunately, I still feel that I have quite a literary talent, and I am not even a fart in front of Brother Jiang Ming.

Thinking of the little pride just now, Li Bai couldn't help but blush with embarrassment.

. . .

At sunset, the three of them were still on the official road.

A small town suddenly appeared in front of it, with cooking smoke rising up.

"General Cheng, it's almost nightfall, why don't we rest in the small town ahead."

Jiang Ming looked at the sky and suggested.

"Okay, exactly what I want."

Cheng Yaojin nodded, and rode his horse towards the town first.