Zhang Zhuo pointed to the rice paper on the table: "Write it down."

Chen Ji picked up his brush and wrote on the rice paper: "When I was drunk, I looked at the sword with a lamp, and dreamed of blowing the horns and camps. I divided my subordinates with 800 miles, and I heard the sound of fifty strings, and I lit the soldiers on the battlefield."

In just thirty-one words, the drunken passion of a general on the battlefield vividly writes.

A literati was surprised and suspicious and said, "Is this the first time to break the stage? It's in line with the prince's mood when he led the army. I'm afraid that an ordinary young man can't write it."

"When you are drunk, you are watching the sword with a lamp, you are dreaming of returning to the horn-blowing camp... What a drunk, you are watching the sword with a lamp, you are dreaming of returning to the horn-blowing camp!"

"This young man's name is extremely ugly, and he is unruly. No matter how he looks, he doesn't seem to be able to write poetry."

Chen Ji remained silent and did not respond.

The next moment, someone urged among the guests: "Hurry, what is the content of the couplet behind this breaking period?"

Chen Ji continued to write: "Put down the affairs of the king and win the reputation of his life and death, but it happened in vain."

Zhang Zhuo sighed: "What a 'poor and vain'. This poem, at first glance, was the ambition of leading the army, but at first glance, it was the pain and regret of waking up from the dream. This is a poem written by the prince to express his feelings to His Majesty. I am afraid that I want to tell the hard work of leading the army to quell the chaos back then, and hope to arouse His Majesty's mercy."

General Wang said in a deep voice: "How do you know that this was not written by Chen Ji himself?"

Zhang Zhuo sneered: "General Wang is a martial artist. I'm afraid he doesn't know how high the level of this poem is, and he can't appreciate the vicissitudes of this poem. It can't be written by a young man."

A literati on the side also echoed: "The literary talent of this poem is beyond my reach. General Wang should not be suspicious anymore. It must be that the prince is moved by his heart before he can write it."

"The pattern and mind of this poem must be written by the prince."

General Wang was confused.

He looked at the poems and then at the old traces, but he could only bear it and not post it.

If he said "No, the content of the blood book is clearly a matter of robbing the prison by a thousand-year army", Chen Ji would ask him how he learned it, and he would not explain it clearly, because he had said that he had never seen the blood book.

Now General Wang can only recognize the content of this blood book!

"No, right," General Wang said angrily, and he looked at Chen Ji: "Have you ever written poetry? What if he had a very high level of poetry, but could write such poetry?"

Chen Ji lowered his eyes: "Reported to General Wang never wrote a poem, and he knew nothing about it."

Many literati also looked at each other: "If this apprentice in the clinic named Chen Ji had this literary talent that would have been famous in the poetry world for a long time, but I have never heard of him."

Zhang Zhuo laughed happily and said, "I know this Chen story. The third young master of the Chen family heard that he was sent to Taiping Medical Center by Lord Chen because he was abusing gambling and did not like studying. Everyone has probably heard of his reputation. If he had such literary talent, could Lord Chen hide him? He would have sent him to the imperial examinations long ago, at least he would be a student."

Someone's eyes lit up: "I have really heard of this. In this way, he would definitely not have written the Breaking Age."

Chen Wenzong took a step forward and bowed, "I hope General Wang will not frame my brother again."

"Wait," someone whispered.

Chen Ji frowned and looked at: "What's wrong?"

But the man asked, "Why is there a missing chapter in this poem about the breaking period?"

Chen Ji whispered: "Forgot."

The literati was anxious: "How can you forget such an important poem?"
Chapter completed!