The Unstoppable Sixth Prince

Chapter 62: The Son of Heaven Guards the National Gate

As Yun Zheng's voice fell, the scene suddenly fell into silence.

Grape wine in a luminous cup, eager to drink as the pipa urges from the horse.

Drunk and lying on the battlefield, do not laugh, how many have returned from wars since ancient times?

Many people closed their eyes, savoring this matter carefully.

Unlike the bold and generous poetry of Meng Guangbai and Wang Xian, this poem embodies a more carefree and unrestrained spirit, a sense of detachment that views life and death with indifference.

"Do not laugh at the one who lies drunk on the battlefield; how many have returned from ancient wars?"

"Such a good poem! This is truly a great poem!"

"Free-spirited and unrestrained, wild and natural..."

"Since ancient times, how many have returned from battle? Indeed, since ancient times, how many have been able to return safely?"

"In my opinion, this poem is more carefree than grand! The line from Master Meng, 'A single sword, frost chilling nineteen provinces,' is far more imposing!"

"Not at all, not at all! As for Young Master Meng, while his presence is imposing, his parallelism can only be considered somewhat forced! The poetry composed by this young master has excellent parallelism and is full of meaning..."

In an instant, everyone began to argue.

Some believe that Meng Guangbai's poetry is more imposing, but the vast majority feel that Yun Zheng's poetry, in terms of both artistic conception and parallelism, is superior.

Hearing these discussions, Meng Guangbai couldn't help but feel furious.

A drunkard's poem actually won over his own poem?

Where is he supposed to put his face now!

Miao Yin looked up at the building, a hint of astonishment flashing in her eyes.

"How should I address this young master?"

Miao Yin bowed and inquired.

Yun Zheng shook his head, a bit dazed, and said, "I am...".

Seeing that Yun Zheng was about to reveal his true identity, Zhang Xu quickly stepped forward to interrupt, "This is my friend, Miss Miaoyin can just call him Young Master Liu!"

Yun Zheng nodded quietly to himself.

Hmm, this guy has a good eye!

"Little girl Miaoyin, I have met Young Master Liu."

Miao Yin slightly bowed and said, "In my humble opinion, the poem that Young Master Zhang just recited was also composed by Young Master Liu, wasn't it?"

"Yes... and so what?"

Yun Zheng continued to pretend to be drunk.

If you're going to pretend, then just go all the way.

Next comes my own performance!

We have to drag this bunch of fools into the pit!

Miao Yin's eyes revealed a hint of joy, and she said, "The poem just now, Young Master Zhang only recited half of it. Could I ask you to recite the whole poem?"

"Since you want to listen, I shall recite it for you!"

Yun Zheng supported Zhang Xu with one hand, feigning unsteadiness, and exclaimed loudly, "The chestnut horse is newly saddled with a white jade saddle, after the battle on the sandy field... The moonlight is cold. The sound of the iron drum on the city wall still reverberates, the golden sword in the scabbard... the blood is not yet dry."

"On the city walls, iron drums... In the box, a golden sword..."

Miao Yin murmured to herself, savoring this poem repeatedly.

Everyone followed suit and savored it.

As soon as these last two lines were spoken, the essence of the poem instantly emerged.

The scene of battling on the battlefield instantly flashed before my eyes.

After a long while, Miao Yin bowed to Yun Zheng from a distance and said, "Young Master Liu, your literary talent is remarkable, and I am truly in awe! These two poems of yours are both exceptional works!"

"Is it a masterpiece?"

Yun Zheng self-mockingly laughed and said, "What use is poetry? I can come up with such verses off the top of my head, but what good does it do? Can poetry and songs drive away the enemy?"

"Arrogant!"

Meng Guangbai snorted coldly, "You still dare to come casually? Then why don't you recite another poem, so I can have my eyes opened!"

Meng Guangbai completely ignored the fact that Yun Zheng was "drunk."

I just want to make this arrogant drunk look foolish.

Meng Guangbai's words were also recognized by the majority.

"Exactly!"

"Though talented, he is too arrogant!"

"Do you really think that just by writing two poems, you can look down on everyone?"

"Others get drunk and say a few boastful words, but it shouldn't be taken seriously..."

Everyone shook their heads.

Such poetry comes so easily?

If it could be said so casually, then wouldn't those who can't even compose a single poem be nothing but nonsense?

This person is clearly drunk, babbling nonsense!

"Qinghai's long clouds darken the snow-capped mountains, a lonely city gazes towards the northern pass."

"Through a hundred battles in the yellow sands, I wear my golden armor; I will not return until the bandits are defeated."

At that moment, Yun Zheng's "drunken" voice rang out once more.

Boom!

Listening to Yun Zheng's voice, the scene suddenly fell into silence.

Everyone stared blankly at Yun Zheng, hardly daring to believe their ears.

Especially that line, "In the yellow sands, a hundred battles wear golden armor; I will not return until the bandits are defeated," stirs the blood.

The third one is done!

This is his third poem!

In such a short time, this person actually composed three poems?

And it was while being drunk!

Each piece is a masterpiece.

"Impressive! Truly impressive!"

"Tonight's champion can only be this young Master Liu!"

"Once these three poems were released, all other poetry faded into obscurity..."

"Sigh, after all, we are the ones with shallow knowledge and limited skills..."

In that moment, everyone couldn't help but express their feelings.

Meng Guangbai's face turned an even deeper shade of liver red.

Did he really come back for another song when I asked him to?

Moreover, it is still a magnificent work full of grandeur!

How the hell can this be compared?

Miao Yin's eyes sparkled, her gaze burning as she looked at Yun Zheng, "Young Master Liu is exceptionally talented; I am in complete admiration!"

"The great talent of nonsense is nothing more than moaning without illness!"

Yun Zheng continued to pretend to be drunk, furiously scolding, "You all here reciting poetry and composing verses are merely dreaming of the battlefield! A true hot-blooded man should take up arms and fight the enemy to the bitter end!"

"The Sixth Prince is a royal, yet he is willing to go to the northern frontier to face death. What about you?"

"You all recite poetry here, but who among you has truly thought about going to the battlefield?"

Hearing Yun Zheng's furious reprimand, the scene fell into complete silence.

Many people lowered their heads and began to reflect.

The cheeks beneath the veil of Miao Yin were also burning hot.

Only Zhang Xu looked at Yun Zheng with admiration, secretly thinking that the Sixth Prince really had no shame, slapping gold on his own face without the slightest hint of embarrassment.

Still speaking so loudly and forcefully!

Awesome!

It seems I still need to learn a thing or two about thick skin from His Highness the Sixth!

"Do you really think that His Highness the Sixth wants to go to the battlefield?"

Just as everyone was secretly blushing, a discordant voice rang out.

Yun Zheng looked up and saw that it was none other than Meng Guangbai

"Do you really think His Highness the Sixth is just joking?"

Yun Zheng's eyes were hazy as he shouted with conviction, "This matter has been decreed by the current Emperor! The Sixth Prince is to head to the North after his wedding! Do you think the imperial decree is a joke?"

On the surface, Yun Zheng appeared to be drunk, but inside, he was filled with excitement.

Come, come, come!

Hurry up and come debate with me!

The old man is just taking advantage of this favorable wind to let the matter spread completely!

Meng Guangbai did not know what Yun Zheng was thinking, nor did he recognize the sixth prince before him. He merely said with a face full of disdain, "The Emperor can issue an edict for the sixth prince to go to Shobei, and naturally, he can also issue an edict for him not to go! Not long ago, the sixth prince fought three times against the North Huan's master, making the North Huan's master so furious that he spat blood. How could the Emperor bear to send the sixth prince to Shobei?"

Listening to Meng Guangbai's words, many people nodded in agreement.

"The prince on the battlefield? How is that possible!"

"Exactly! Moreover, it's that sixth prince who is lacking in both literary and martial skills!"

"I say, even if His Highness the Sixth goes to the North, it's just to casually pick up some military achievements and come back..."

"Right, it might just be for show..."

"Brother, you can't just say that recklessly..."

People were whispering to each other, discussing in hushed tones.

No one at the scene believed that Emperor Wen would really send the Sixth Prince to Shuo Bei.

Yun Zheng secretly laughed in his heart, but the expression on his face suddenly turned unpleasant.

"Fart! His Majesty the Emperor is wise and mighty, and five years ago he personally led the campaign against the Northern Huan! Could it be that His Majesty was just putting on a show?" Yun Zheng supported Zhang Xu, glaring down at the crowd with anger.

"Have you ever heard, the Son of Heaven guards the nation's gates, while the king dies for the state!"