Mother, I have returned to the throne.

hum...

As Song Yuan finished speaking, there was an uproar at the scene.

Then, there was silence.

Song Yuan's poem stunned everyone!

Is this a poem a drunkard could write?

This is simply a masterpiece for all time!

Especially the last sentence.

I will repay your kindness on the Golden Terrace and die for you with the Jade Dragon!

It hits the point!

Didn’t the eldest prince obey the order and leave just to repay the emperor’s grace?

Such a description elevates the entire poem.

Was this poem really written by this guy?

How could he be so talented?

Compared with this, Chang Wei’s previous sentence was too domineering and lacked subtlety!

The key is to combine it with reality, this person is clearly better!

"What a poem, what a poem!"

As someone in the crowd sighed, the scene instantly became lively.

"This is a masterpiece that will be remembered for all time. We are truly blessed to have witnessed it with our own eyes!"

"This isn't poetry anymore. I can almost see the eldest prince returning victorious..."

"Nonsense! I actually think Master Chang's poems are more domineering. This poem... is more delicate than domineering!"

"You're talking nonsense. Some poems need to be appreciated, not just judged by their surface. This poem has artistic conception and emotion. How can you compare it, Master Chang?"

"Who are you?" Hearing these discussions, Chang Wei's face turned red and he finally couldn't hold back.

How can an unknown little person compare himself to me?

He is just lucky. However, why should he be better than me if he has no background?

Even Jinlian on the stage blinked her beautiful eyes, smiled and bowed in the direction of Song Yuan.

"Young Master, you are a learned man. May I ask your name?"

Song Yuan, under the influence of alcohol, was about to announce his family's whereabouts when Fatty Zhao stepped forward and covered Song Yuan's mouth.

"His last name is Huang, so you can just call him Young Master Huang! He's my good friend, we grew up together!"

I bother!

We just met, why are we wearing the same pants?

Song Yuan came to his senses and cursed Fatty Zhao in his heart for being shameless.

However, his performance made Song Yuan quite pleased.

Song Yuan is about to get married. If people find out about it in the brothel, he will definitely suffer a lot given the personalities of the people in his family.

If Fatty Zhao hadn't stopped at the last minute, he would have been exposed!

Thinking of this, Song Yuan felt a little scared and quickly shook his head, and the effects of the alcohol mostly dissipated.

"Mr. Huang, it seems that the half line of poetry that Mr. Zhao stepped forward to recite earlier was probably written by you?"

"You wanted to hide your incompetence before, so why are you standing up now?"

As the most elegant courtesan, Jinlian had a very high emotional intelligence and pointed out the key point in just one sentence.

Song Yuan saw that the opportunity had come, so how could he miss it?

He turned around, glanced at Chang Wei opposite him, and spoke with a hint of deep meaning.

"Not everyone cares about reputation. In my opinion, it's dispensable!"

"you……"

As soon as Song Yuan said this, his image instantly improved, but it was clear that he was finding ways to say that Chang Wei cared too much about fame and fortune!

Although Chang Wei doesn't know martial arts, he has a temper. In anger, he pointed at Song Yuan.

"Boy, don't think you're lucky and can look down on others just because you guessed a few words!"

"hehe!"

Song Yuan sneered, you say I was guessing?

Then I will let you witness the 5000-year-old power of China!

"Master Chang, to be honest, in my eyes, you are just a frog in a well. How can you talk about the world?"

"Is this poem considered rare in your eyes?"

"If I tell you that I can easily achieve the same level, you'll probably accuse me of bragging, right?"

"Hahaha!"

Chang Wei laughed wildly, turned around, and glared at Song Yuan fiercely: "You said you could do it effortlessly, but I want to see it for myself. Come on, if you can say one more sentence, then it will be considered a real skill!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the talented people around him who were afraid that the world would not be in chaos echoed them.

"Mr. Huang, your tone is a bit too loud. If you can't do it, why not apologize!"

"That's right, Mr. Huang, your poem is truly a masterpiece, but to say you wrote it effortlessly is quite disrespectful!"

"You're out of breath when someone calls you fat. That's just presumptuous. Occasional inspiration is already a rare thing. If you could actually speak eloquently, wouldn't that make you a genius?"

Everyone thought Song Yuan was fooling around.

Do you think good poetry is cabbage?

Little did he know that Song Yuan was waiting for just such an occasion!

Where there are doubts, there are challenges!

If we don't do something shocking, how can we make this matter a big deal?

"Good good!"

At that moment, Song Yuan pretended to be drunk, staggered, waved his hand, and then spoke again.

"You guys say I'm not good enough, so today I'll let you learn something new!"

"Listen carefully... Looking north, long clouds darken the snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks towards Zhenbei Pass in the distance.

A hundred battles in the yellow sand have worn away my golden armor, and I will not return until I have defeated the barbarians!"

"How about this one?"

How can it be?

Seeing Song Yuan composing effortlessly, he created another masterpiece that will be remembered for all time.

Now everyone is confused!

Is this kid serious?

You're going a bit over the limit!

Some people said before that Song Yuan lacked domineering power, but now this poem is so domineering that it soars to the sky!

I have worn out my golden armor through a hundred battles in the yellow sand, and I will not return until I have defeated the barbarians... What kind of courage is this?

In just one night, two timeless masterpieces were sung by one person.

Damn, could this be the greatest poet of all time?

"What a great poem! Now I am convinced!"

"You speak so eloquently, and it turns out you weren't just talking nonsense. Now I've learned a lot!"

"Who can compete now? This person has come out on top tonight!"

Seeing that everyone was convinced, Chang Wei looked as pale as a pig.

Song Yuan's actions were equivalent to slapping himself in the face. How on earth did this guy do that?

He speaks so eloquently, how can I deal with him?

"Young Master Huang is so talented in writing that even Jinlian would be ashamed of herself!"

On the stage, the courtesan Jinlian nodded repeatedly at Song Yuan with amorous eyes.

"Mr. Huang, you are so powerful that I admire you so much. Do you think I am qualified to have a conversation with you?"

No, let’s talk here.

A single man and a single woman... I'm getting married soon, this is really inappropriate!

Song Yuan felt a little regretful, but at the same time he keenly sensed an opportunity.

Why not take advantage of this opportunity to stir up trouble and divert the conversation to the issue of his own journey north?

"You're just a bunch of idiots, no matter how good your poetry is, it's just a few sour words!"

Song Yuan shuddered, and the drunken image before the ring spoke directly as if to vent.

"And that means I'm a coward, a talker, and we'll just stay here, indulging in the pleasures of the moment!"

"What is a true talent? In my opinion, the eldest prince is the real talent!"

"A true man should conquer the world and defend his homeland. Even if he knows he will die, he remains fearless. A hundred battles in the yellow sands wear out my golden armor, and I will not return until I have defeated the barbarians. Is this poem just empty talk?"

"You only know how to write and paint, but have you ever thought about how cruel the battlefield is? I am just like you, only able to talk about war on paper. What a pity!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present lowered their heads.

A sense of shame welled up in my heart.

Even the courtesan Jinlian blushed.

Only Fatty Zhao looked at Song Yuan with admiration.

Brother, you are so shameless!

I praised myself seriously, I think I learned a trick this time!

"Hmph, that's ridiculous!"

But just as everyone was reflecting, a dissenting voice suddenly sounded.

Chang Wei stepped forward and questioned, "How did you know that the eldest prince would go to the battlefield? How can we explain the Huang family's affairs to each other?"

"You're bragging here today, praising the Crown Prince to the skies. If he goes back on his word later, I wonder how you'll still have the nerve to say this."

Okay, okay, you are a supporting role!

I need talents like you, otherwise how can I block the way for that cheap old man?

Song Yuan was promoting this so vigorously, just waiting for this sentence.

He immediately pretended to be blushing and made excuses.

"How could you possibly regret it? The Crown Prince's departure to the frontier was a decree personally issued by His Majesty in front of all the civil and military officials. A gentleman's word is as good as gold, let alone an emperor of all ages."

"Haha!" Chang Wei sneered and said disdainfully.

"With your perspective, how dare you discuss world affairs? The eldest prince defeated the barbarians three times before, making quite a name for himself. Now, in the imperial city, he's a well-known hero. How could Your Majesty let him die?"

Chang Wei's words instantly awakened everyone around him.

The talented people present all nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, why didn't I think of that? Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs, isn't that the truth?"

"Before, the eldest prince was not well-received and might even have been exiled to the frontier. Now that he has made great contributions, how could he be treated so coldly?"

"Yes, I'm afraid it's hanging!"

"fart!"

Seeing that the atmosphere was almost tense, Song Yuan roared and started scolding immediately.

"You are so ignorant and inexperienced that you only talk about the ways of the world. Have you ever thought about one thing?"

"Every man has a share of responsibility for the fate of his country. The more capable you are, the more you bear the brunt of the consequences!"

"I believe that His Majesty, in order to boost the morale of the army, would never go back on his word."

"You underestimated His Majesty's magnanimity. Do you acknowledge your guilt?"