If Li Muyun knew what Lu Dongzan was thinking, he would have shouted that he was wronged. That day, he did kill five of them in the restaurant, and the other one jumped off the building and fell to death, which had nothing to do with him.

It’s a pity that he does not have the ability to read minds, so he didn’t know that others had already counted the sixth person on his head. Under Lu Dongzan’s step-by-step approach, he couldn’t help but feel a little angry and grinned and said, “Lu Dongzan, you are not here to cause trouble, right?”

Of course, Lu Dongzan was here to cause trouble, but he couldn't say it clearly. After hearing this, he immediately pretended to be angry and embarrassed and said, "Where did the prince start with this? He asked for poetry with kind words, but was rude to each other. Is the prince so unreasonable in his daily life?"

"Where do you start? Hehe..." Li Muyun sneered: "I do what I want to do when I want to do, and don't do what I don't want to do. You force me again and again. Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

Lu Dongzan, who stood up in front of Li Muyun, couldn't help but shudder in his cold eyes. Others might not be able to see the murderous gaze because of their location, but he was facing those eyes, so he could see clearly.

Although he always believed that Li Muyun should not have the courage to kill someone at the celebration hosted by Li Er, there was always a situation where things happened. He still dared to claim to be a shameless person in such an environment. Obviously, this guy is just a second-hand man, and the second-hand man naturally doesn't care about any occasion.

Thinking of this, Lu Dongzan was a little embarrassed to get rid of the tiger, so he stepped back and was a little unwilling to accept it. Instead of provoking, he was scolded like his third grandson. It was too embarrassing, so he laughed and walked towards his position, and said, "Since the prince doesn't want to write poetry, then forget it, why bother to get angry like this? It's all!"

Li Muyun never thought that Lu Dongzan would give up halfway. He originally thought that if he could hold on for a while, he would be more perfect in his pretending, but this guy actually retreated, but it left the poem he had prepared without a place to use.

Just when Li Muyun was a little discouraged and wanted to retreat, the high-ranking His Majesty Li Er said, "Muyun, the Prime Minister of Tubo is also a good intention. Why should you keep others from thousands of miles away? According to me, you can make one song to satisfy the wishes of the Prime Minister of Tubo, and also give me a lot of blessings."

"I obey the order!" Li Muyun did not refuse this time. First, he was ready to slap Lu Dongzan in the face, and second, the emperor's orders were not so easy to refuse. If he was unhappy, he would be afraid that his life would be sad in the future.

"Yes." Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Li Shimin stopped talking, nodded and sat back in the seat, looking at Li Muyun.

Some court officials also looked at him with anticipation, as if waiting for his astonishing work.

Only Yu Zhining could not see the joy and anger, but from his eyes, Li Muyun found some concern. After all, he was his teacher, so it was not a special thing to care about him.

With so many people writing poems, there are all civil and military officials present, and there are also people with literary skills. If Lao Yu's disciple is ugly on the spot, I am afraid that Lao Yu's face will be left without a place in the future.

But Li Muyun had already changed into another look at the hall with a calm look, then grabbed a wine jar from the table beside him, raised his head and sipped a lot, and said, "It's today. Since the emperor's brother has already spoken, then he can only show his ugly words."

Li Er didn't say anything. Although he was confident that Li Muyun would not lose his embarrassment, he felt a little nervous before the poem was written.

As for everyone present, they all have all kinds of expressions. Among them, the picky look in Tubo's Lu Dongzan's eyes was even stronger, which was very much like waiting to see Li Muyun look ugly.

After a while, Li Muyun coughed and cleared his throat, then recited loudly: "The long clouds in Qinghai are dark in the snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass from afar."

"Okay, a good poem! These two sentences alone are no less than the previous two songs "Going to the Frontier"." A literary leader only listened halfway and immediately exclaimed loudly.

Yu Zhining also breathed a sigh of relief. When he relaxed, he picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured himself a glass. After all, it was on a formal occasion. Although he felt proud now, it was not suitable for him to show it.

There were two impatients sitting beside Zhining. I suddenly stumbled at this time and couldn't wait to ask: "What are the last two sentences? Tell me quickly. If I write half of the poem this time, I will see that I won't stay at your house at night."

"Haha, the last two sentences..." Li Muyun looked at Lu Dongzan again, walked a few steps towards him, stood at his table and said word by word: "The yellow sand battles are worn with golden armor, and I will never return it if I don't break the logic!"

The original text of this poem is that it will never return until Loulan is destroyed, but now there is nothing to do with Loulan and the Tang Dynasty, so Li Muyun changed Loulan to logic before crossing the border.

As for where the logic is, those who understand geography immediately react, it is the capital of Tubo.

In front of the Tubo Prime Minister, he yelled to destroy the capital, which was somewhat embarrassing, but everyone present was happy with Li Muyun's poems. Li Er, Fang Xuanling and others were even smiling.

Only Lu Dongzan's face turned very ugly. He never expected that Li Muyun could really write poetry on the spot, and it was related to Tubo.

Looking at Li Muyun's bloodshot eyes because he had drunk too much wine, Lu Dongzan felt a little scared for no reason, as if he had really seen the scene of heavy troops gathering outside the city.

However, in the face of such threats as Li Muyun, he couldn't say a word, because all this was his own fault. Li Muyun had tried every means to refuse, and he had been pushing forward step by step, so he must make poetry to entertain him.

Nowadays, people have made poems. If they don’t consider the meaning, this poem is indeed a good poem, but considering the scene mentioned in the poem, Lu Dongzan only feels chilling.

Yellow sand is wearing golden armor for hundreds of battles, and I will never return if I don’t break the logic.

What kind of determination does this represent? Is it the will of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty or the will of the soldiers? The battle in Songzhou continues, and tens of thousands of people besieged a city with only more than 10,000 people defended but could not be captured for a long time. This shows the huge gap between the military power between Tubo and the Tang Dynasty.

"Li Muyun, a good boy, and a very courageous man. I will never return this sentence to you without any comprehension. No matter what others say, I only regard you as the number one poet of the Tang Dynasty!" Yuchi Gong shouted loudly, not accepting Lu Dongzan's face at all.

An old face with redness in black and mercerized in red, obviously she couldn't tell the difference between the east, west, south and north.
Chapter completed!