Dressed as Prince Gou, the system forced me to be exposed

"I beep beep beep (silenced, not suitable for display)"

Ye Qinghan was hysterical inside and sent greetings to the entire system family.

But on the surface, he wore a confident smile and walked calmly towards the pen, ink, paper and inkstone not far away.

Whoa!

Ye Qinghan slapped it hard, and the rice paper spread on the table flew up automatically and lay horizontally on a wall.

He picked up the brush and dipped it on the inkstone.

(what!)

Ye Qinghan finally accepted his fate and stopped struggling.

Like an outsider, watching every move he makes.

At this moment, what he was most worried about was that this stupid system must not write anything out of the ordinary.

Otherwise, my life is in danger.

"Ding, it's detected that the host has a bad opinion of these people, so we are looking for another suitable person to praise them."

"Ding, the system has been found."

"Ding, start searching for related poems in the host's mind."

"Ding, the system has been found."

After several beeps, Ye Qinghan slowly raised his arm, and under everyone's gaze, he wrote the words "Broken Zhenzi·Zhiwei Guogong".

The dancing dragons and phoenixes are vigorous and powerful, with the beauty of flowing clouds and flowing water.

The whole audience was immediately shocked.

The jeers stopped suddenly, and the atmosphere became audible.

After a few breaths, whispers started to sound.

This font seems to have never been seen before, is it self-created?

I have to say that he has great attainments, and he is no less impressive than some great scholars.

Is this still the dandy prince we know?

Everyone found it unbelievable and couldn't help but put away a little contempt.

Prince Jiang Wugu's face didn't look good.

Originally, he wanted Ye Qinghan to make a fool of himself, but now, no matter what poems he writes later, this calligraphy alone is enough to win some recognition.

To Duke Wei?

Everyone turned to look at Duke Wei.

As the name suggests, this poem was written for him.

Qin Hanshan, the Duke of Wei, was one of the three great Dukes.In terms of military exploits, only Pingnan Wang Ye Zongheng can surpass him.

The two families are related by marriage, and Qin Hanshan's granddaughter Qin Zhi is one of Ye Qinghan's future concubines.

Yes, one.

The other one was Yang Zuishu, the daughter of Yang Hongyu, the chief minister of the dynasty.

One civilized and one military, two noble daughters, married to the same person, from this we can also see the power of Pingnan Palace.

Ye Qinghan understood immediately when he came over that these were the two umbrellas that the old prince had found for his grandson.

However, given the current situation of the palace and the prince's dandy style, it is unknown whether the two families are still willing to marry.

Ye Qinghan didn't care about this.

Only by being strong yourself is the right path.

Qin Hanshan has been drinking.

He was an old general who fought on the battlefield, and was originally not interested in these poems, songs, and the like.

But when he saw that Ye Qinghan was going to write lyrics for himself, he couldn't help but show a hint of curiosity.

How could he not understand this grandson-in-law?

If you can't write, you can't do martial arts.

I want to see what I can write.

After Ye Qinghan finished writing the title, he stood in front of the rice paper without moving, completely in a daze.

Everyone just thought he was formulating ideas.

for a long time.

Finally he raised his arm again.

'I read the sword when I was drunk, and I dreamed of blowing the trumpet company'

When the first sentence came out, Qin Hanshan immediately trembled, and the hand holding the wine glass couldn't help but tremble.

Not only him, but many meritorious veterans present also had blurry eyes, thinking of the past.

call!

Ye Qinghan himself breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the system wasn't messed with.

He was very familiar with this poem. It was one of Xin Qiji's masterpieces and he liked it very much in his previous life. It was a suitable tribute to Duke Wei.

"Eight hundred miles away, the soldiers under my command are burning, the sound of fifty-stringed strings rolling outside the Great Wall, and the troops on the battlefield being ordered in autumn."

Ye Qinghan wrote again and again, and the picture vividly appeared on the paper, completely pulling everyone's thoughts into the battlefield of armed and iron horses.

'The horse is so fast, the bow is like a thunderbolt'

Galloping vertically and horizontally, bending the bow and setting an arrow, and defending against the enemy for thousands of miles, how wonderful it is!

The faces of Qin Hanshan and other veterans all had smiles of reminiscence. Although the battlefield was cold and cruel, it would always be the paradise they dreamed of.

While everyone was pondering.

Ye Qinghan's temperament suddenly changed, from solemn to tragic, and he raised his hand to write the last sentence.

'Finish the king's affairs in the world and gain fame both before and after his life, but pity happens in vain'

Qin Hanshan's expression gradually solidified, as did everyone else's.

A sad atmosphere quickly filled the entire banquet.

I do not know how long it has been.

Gentle sobs sounded from the corner.

Then, spread.

Some people couldn't hold it back anymore and burst into tears.

And the crying, as if it was contagious, soon resounded throughout the palace.

Those old generals who were usually rough and bold were now as fragile as children.

Most of these people do not have much knowledge, let alone the ability to taste, but they can find deep resonance between the lines of this poem.

It is said to be a tribute to Duke Wei, but why is it not written about them?

Although some young soldiers, including the group of bandit suppressors behind the prince, are far from the age where "poor things happen in vain", they can still feel the same way.

Today for the princes is their tomorrow.

Therefore, there is a feeling of sadness in my heart.

On the contrary, those literati did not experience it personally. Although they were emotional, they did not lose their composure.

But they were not at all shocked by this poem.

This is definitely a masterpiece that has been handed down from generation to generation. How could it be written by a playboy like Ye Qinghan?

Just now, I was just immersed in the wonderful words and forgot about this.

Now that I think about it, I quickly question it.

Especially those who had just "poems" for the prince and other heroes who had suppressed the bandits, were shouting the most joyfully.

Compared with this song "Broken Array", those things they made are worthy of being called garbage, and I blush just thinking about it.

"Indeed, it is impossible for my cousin to write such words."

Jiang Chen spoke incoherently while eating.

Concubine Ye was so angry that she wanted to strangle him to death.

At this time, Xiaoba had returned control of his body to Ye Qinghan.

He listened to the questioning.

Not angry but happy.

"You are right."

Ye Qinghan returned to his seat and responded calmly: "I did not write this poem."

It is Xin Jiaxuan's masterpiece.He thought to himself.

really!

After everyone heard this, they showed relieved expressions.

What followed was anger.

Prince Jiang Wugu immediately jumped out to support the fire:

"Father, Prince Pingnan plagiarized other people's works and disrupted the celebration banquet. What crime should he be punished for?"

Before Emperor Chang could respond, Qin Hanshan next to him spoke first.

He lamented: "This poem should have been written by Brother Ye."

Prince Pingnan?

A figure suddenly appeared in everyone's mind.

It is indeed possible that King Pingnan was both civil and military, and his identity and experience perfectly fit the meaning of the words.

Emperor Chang showed a reminiscing expression. He had also been on the battlefield in the past, and had served as a robe with Ye Zongheng, Qin Hanshan and others.

Finish the affairs of the king and the world.

Misfortune happens in vain.

For a time, Emperor Chang had mixed feelings in his heart.

The clamoring voices disappeared, and Prince Jiang Wugou also looked stern.

For the sake of the old prince, no one is willing to argue with Ye Qinghan, a playboy.

But the look in his eyes became more and more contemptuous.

Relying on the ancestral influence, he has acted recklessly, and now he is still using the old prince's poems to gain limelight. It is simply hopeless.

Ye Qinghan was shocked by everyone's ability to brainstorm, but she was extremely happy inside.

Yes, that's it, feel free to despise me.

I thought I had been exposed by the system, but I didn't expect it to be safer, hehe!