The Unstoppable Sixth Prince

Chapter 63: I Just Plagiarized Your Poem

The sound of Yun Zheng's furious shout echoed continuously in the Garden of Many Flowers, lingering for a long time.

The Son of Heaven guards the nation's gates?

The king dies for the sake of the state?

Everyone looked at each other in confusion.

They really haven't heard this before!

Who the hell said that?

Before everyone could regain their composure, Yun Zheng once again feigned drunkenness and shouted angrily, "In these troubled times, it is unwise for His Majesty to lead the campaign personally. The Sixth Prince's journey to the North is, in fact, a mission on behalf of his father!"

"His Highness the Sixth indeed lacks both literary and martial skills, but he is not afraid of death!"

"Every person must die, some heavier than mountains, some lighter than a feather!"

"Even if His Highness the Sixth dies on the battlefield, his death can inspire the morale of my Northern Army!"

"If the death of His Highness the Sixth can make you reflect, can ignite the blood of my Da Qian men, then even if he dies, he will have died for a worthy cause!"

At this moment, Yun Zheng was like a master orator.

Every word is powerful and resonant, each sentence strikes with clarity.

If it weren't for his drunken appearance, others would probably be bowing down in worship.

Even if this was "drunken talk," many people present still felt a surge of passion.

Yes!

Every person is destined to die!

Or heavier than mountains, or lighter than a feather!

"Master Liu's words are like a divine enlightenment to me!"

At this moment, a somewhat disheveled scholar bowed to the crowd, saying, "I feel as if I have just awakened from a dream, and I have no face to waste time here. Everyone, I take my leave!"

Having said that, the talented scholar left directly.

"Your Majesty is wise! Long live the Sixth Prince!"

Another person stepped forward, saying, "After listening to Young Master Liu's words, I too feel a desire to serve my country and fight against the enemy. Tomorrow, I shall take up arms! Although Young Master Liu's remarks may be the ramblings of a drunken man, they have greatly benefited me. Thank you, Young Master Liu!"

Having said that, the man deeply bowed to Yun Zheng and then strode away with great strides.

What the hell?

Is your awareness really that high?

Do I really have the potential to be a master orator?

As these two people left, more and more people began to depart from the scene.

The originally lively poetry gathering suddenly became desolate.

Seeing that there were hardly any people left at the scene, Gao He and Zhou Mi quickly stepped forward to support Yun Zheng, and then said to Zhang Xu, "Young Master Zhang, my young master is drunk, we need to take him back to rest, please excuse us."

As they spoke, the two of them supported Yun Zheng and walked downstairs.

"Together, together!"

Zhang Xu came back to his senses and hurried to catch up.

As they just came downstairs, Miaoyin approached, "Young Master Liu, wait a moment, the prize for this poetry meeting..."

"My son is going back to rest."

Gao He waved his hand, "If the young lady wants to give a gift, just give it to Young Master Zhang."

"There's no need, no need!"

Zhang Xu shook his head repeatedly, "Wait until Liu Gongzi wakes up from his drunkenness tomorrow, then it won't be too late to come and collect the winnings!"

Since he said so, Gao He said no more and followed Zhou Mi, supporting Yun Zheng as they left.

Yun Zheng was supported by two people, laughing heartily while drunkenly singing aloud.

"Famous heroes are not to be swayed by personal interests."

"To sacrifice oneself for the nation's plight, to face death as if returning home!"

"Ha ha, facing death as if returning home..."

"Life brings no joy, death brings no pain; joy and sorrow, all return to dust..."

Yun Zheng seemed to be truly drunk, chattering incessantly.

Listening to Yun Zheng's drunken ramblings, those still present couldn't help but groan in despair.

Even more so, I almost wanted to jump up and greet Yun Zheng's ancestors for eighteen generations.

Just go if you want to!

Left and still reciting poetry!

Is three not enough? Do we need a fourth?

Do you even want us to live, you bastard!

Under the gaze of those who wished to harm, the figures of a few gradually disappeared.

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In the room, Yun Zheng no longer felt the slightest bit of intoxication.

Ye Zi was also called into the room by him.

"Did you write all these poems?"

After hearing Yun Zheng's account, Ye Zi couldn't help but be astonished, looking at Yun Zheng in disbelief.

In less than the time it takes to burn two incense sticks, he composed four poems?

Moreover, each poem is a masterpiece.

This talent is truly astonishing.

"It's not my doing."

Yun Zheng shook his head with a smile, "It was you who created it; I merely copied your poem."

"How is that possible? When did I ever..."

Ye Zi instinctively spoke, but halfway through her words, she suddenly came to a realization.

These poems are clearly all written by him!

But in order to continue making people believe he was a good-for-nothing, neither scholarly nor martial, he placed it under his own name!

"You really are something!"

Ye Zi couldn't help but laugh at Yun Zheng's anger, "If others ask me, this fake talented woman, to compose a poem and I can't do it, let's see how you explain it to them!"

Alright!

I haven't written a single poem, yet I've become a talented woman.

He is clearly setting himself on fire!

"Don't worry, I've already thought it through for you."

Yun Zheng blinked, "What do you think I called you here for?"

"What does it mean?"

Ye Zi looked at him in confusion.

"Don't you understand this at all?"

Yun Zheng chuckled lightly and said, "I'll write a dozen poems for you to keep on hand!"

"How... how much?"

Ye Zi was astonished, staring blankly at Yun Zheng.

A dozen poems?

He was sure he really wasn't drunk?

Yun Zheng replied, "If you think a dozen songs aren't enough, I can write a few more for you. But if I give you too many at once, I'm afraid you won't be able to remember them."

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Ye Ziwei paused slightly.

Is a dozen or so not enough?

More?

Heavens!

Is he really not drunk?

Ye Zi was stunned for a long time, then she couldn't help but laugh and cry as she said, "Then you write ten poems first. You've done too much all at once, and I'm really afraid I won't be able to remember them..."

"Good!"

Yun Zheng readily agreed, took out his goose feather quill, and began to write.

Under Ye Zi's gaze, Yun Zheng quickly began to write.

One song, two songs..

A poem follows another.

There was hardly any pause during this time.

Ye Zi stared blankly at Yun Zheng, her gaze shifting from initial shock to numbness, and later, a strange light flickered in her eyes.

For an ordinary person, composing a poem is already extremely difficult.

He was doing well, going from one song to another without pause.

Moreover, they are all poems about serving on the frontier.

He didn't know whether these poems had been written by Yun Zheng long ago or if he had composed them on the spot.

But in any case, it is enough to prove the talent of His Highness the Sixth.

Such talent, such disposition, yet enduring for many years, just to head north to Shuobei!

If this child successfully travels to the North, he will surely stir up the winds and clouds of this world!

Before long, more than ten poems had been completed.

There are quatrains, and there are regulated verses.

This was never difficult.

The poems of the big shot in his mind, with a few casual changes, became the poetry of the Great Qian Dynasty.

"Take it and write it down!"

Yun Zheng handed the paper with more than ten poems to Ye Zi, "If you're afraid you won't remember, you can copy them down, but before dawn, this paper must be burned!"

Ye Zi took the paper, savoring each poem carefully, nodding in admiration.

Any one of these more than ten poems, taken out at random, would be regarded as a fine masterpiece.

There are poems that stir the blood and others that evoke a deep sense of desolation.

Ye Zi put away the paper, looking at Yun Zheng with admiration, "If Your Highness does not go to Shuo Bei, you could still become a great literary master of this era!"

"Forget it!"

Yun Zheng looked at her and said, "Better to be a hundred warriors than to be a mere scholar!"

In this day and age, having military power is the true path to dominance.

Everything else is nonsense!

Ye Zifang's heart suddenly trembled.

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