I am a winner with Chinese poetry

Gu Yunzhou didn't expect that he would need to write a poem, but compared to Xiaoyaozi's life-saving grace last time, plus the great opportunity of this time in the Shushan Holy Land, it seemed a bit unreasonable not to write a poem.

"Then I would be disrespectful to refuse it!" After figuring it out, Gu Yunzhou stopped refusing and began to think in his heart.

"Great, great, I can feast my eyes again today!" Xiaoyaozi smiled happily, his eyes full of satisfaction.

"I've heard for a long time that young friend Yun is quite talented in poetry. Today I'd like to see it for myself." Deputy General Zhao also looked interested.

"You drunkard, you did a good thing today. Not bad, not bad. You deserve praise!" After saying that, everyone laughed and the atmosphere became more harmonious.

Jiang Liunian marveled at this unprecedented treatment. The praise of a Semi-Saint, the expectations of two powerhouses at the lowest rank four, he felt like he had witnessed history. Thinking of this, Jiang Liunian couldn't help but chuckle, a silly smile curling his lips. He secretly thought: When Shan Ze and the others return, I'll definitely show them off in all sorts of detail, making them jealous. It's their fault for always leaving him out, even making excuses like he's still young. Humph, today, it's their turn to envy me.

At that moment, several maids gracefully entered the room and deftly set the tables, chairs, brushes, inkstones, and writing brushes in place. Gu Yunzhou paused in thought, then, without a moment's hesitation, wrote a poem in one breath.

"The luminous cup of wine and wine, if you want to drink the pipa, please remind me immediately."

"Don't laugh, Lord, who is lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times."

"What a wonderful line! 'Don't laugh at me sleeping drunk on the battlefield, how few of the ancients ever returned from their battles!' Wonderful, wonderful, absolutely wonderful! The heroic spirit of fighting for one's people, of facing death with equanimity, leaps off the page. This poem is truly a masterpiece!"

The first to speak was Zhou Bansheng, seated at the head of the table. His eyes were slightly crimson, gleaming with a faint red light. One must understand that with his level of cultivation and age, few people or events in the world could touch his heart. Yet, this poem struck deep within him, touching a heart that had seemed as solid as a rock.

As the supreme commander who had guarded the Seven Passes year-round, Zhou Bansheng had witnessed countless heroic souls fall, their bones buried in the desert sand. He had thought his heart had long been hardened by time, incapable of both joy and sorrow. Yet, at this moment, confronted with these few words, he felt an indescribable surge of emotion within him, as if those bygone years and those tragic scenes had resurfaced vividly before his eyes.

"As expected of the famous Gu Zhenguo, his reputation is well-deserved and truly admirable!" Deputy General Zhao's face was full of emotion, and there was a bit of gentleness in his eyes as he looked at Gu Yunzhou.

As Gu Yunzhou wrote, the poem seemed to carry immense force, expressing the heartfelt feelings of the countless brave soldiers guarding the border. They feared no death, no death on the battlefield, their only concern being the loss of the border and the betrayal of humanity's trust.

Jiang Liunian was mesmerized watching from the side. When Gu Yunzhou finished writing, he could no longer contain his excitement and said with emotion, "Brother Yunzhou, once this poem is published, it will surely become popular among the human race and spread by word of mouth. I, Jiang Liunian, have the honor of hearing it today. It is enough for my life!"

Gu Yunzhou bowed slightly and humbly responded, "Zhou Bansheng and Deputy General Zhao are too kind. I was simply inspired by the bravery and dedication of the soldiers fighting at the border. Compared to the achievements of my predecessors, my poetry is truly insignificant."

His eyes were filled with respect and sincerity, and what he said was indeed the truth. Without these people resisting the invasion of the demonic tribe in the front, there would be no peace and tranquility in the rear.

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole room was plunged into a green halo, and the sweet aroma of wine suddenly lingered in his nose.

"This is wine. Hmm, it smells good. But I was born with a preference for fiery liquor. This wine seems to lack some heat and has a lighter taste!" Xiaoyaozi's words were a bit lazy, breaking the silence in the room.

"It's like a cow chewing on a peony. It's such a waste of good things! You are simply wasting a gift from heaven by asking for too much. This is the fine wine transformed from the poems that protect the country. Although its efficacy is still unknown, it is already horrifying. You old pervert even wants to blackmail Gu Zhenguo!" Lieutenant General Zhao came back to his senses from the aroma of wine in the room and the shock of witnessing the poems that protect the country with his own eyes. When he heard Xiaoyaozi shamelessly nitpicking, he immediately became furious and retorted without any politeness.

"Zhao Gou'er, why are you complaining so much? I just talked to Gu Yunzhou about this, and you don't have to say anything. Go and play somewhere else!" Xiaoyaozi glanced at Deputy General Zhao, whose face was flushed red, and directly blocked him back with a light tone.

"You, you guy, I have already warned you not to mention my nickname again!" Deputy General Zhao's face was like the early spring sky, sometimes green, sometimes red, unpredictable. His trembling fingers pointed directly at the wanton Xiaoyaozi, as if he was driven to the brink of rage by the other party's words that hit him straight to the heart.

Jiang Liunian and Gu Yunzhou exchanged a glance, one filled with suspicion and a burning desire for gossip. Clearly, they hadn't anticipated that these two seemingly close friends could have such a history.

What made them laugh even more was that the usually awe-inspiring and unyielding Lieutenant General Zhao actually had a down-to-earth nickname, forming a stark contrast to his tall, mighty, and stern image. The contrast was too great, and it was so hard to hold back my laughter.

"Come on, you two have been friends for more than a hundred years, but why do you have to quarrel every time you meet? Xiaoyaozi, you have a really poisonous mouth, no wonder Zhao Kuo wants to beat you up!" Zhou Bansheng was also speechless, and came out to mediate as if he was familiar with it. It seemed that he had done this many times.

"Hmph, who has any friendship with him!" Deputy General Zhao's face darkened, and he snorted in displeasure, but he also tactfully stopped talking and said no more.

On the other hand, Xiaoyaozi was still sitting leisurely on the chair, as if the storms in the outside world had nothing to do with him at all. His calmness was really admirable.

"Ahem, since Senior Xiaoyaozi said so, then I will compose one. Please correct me if I am wrong!" Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit strange, Gu Yunzhou coughed lightly and stood up. As soon as he said this, those who were drinking, angry, and trying to stop the fight all looked at Gu Yunzhou with shining eyes.

"Gu Xiaoyou is indeed the Qilin of my human race. He has inspiration so soon. Great!" Zhou Bansheng couldn't help but speak with some surprise at this moment. Writing poetry is not like picking cabbage from the ground at will. Gu Yunzhou is not very old, but he didn't expect him to be such a genius.

"You're serious. Haha, it's worth it that I was ridiculed by this guy!" Deputy General Zhao laughed loudly, and the depression on his face disappeared.

Even the lazy Xiaoyaozi sat up straight, with a gleam of light in his eyes.