After rebirth, I became the stupid son of the Hou family

Jiang Chen saw that things had turned around, he looked at Liu Huaian and said:

"Brother Liu, it seems that the marshal wants us to show off. Which one comes first, you or me?"

Liu Huaian's heart was still beating wildly just now. Hearing what Jiang Chen said, he felt slightly relieved.

He said to Jiang Chen:

"You should come first, I haven't thought about it yet?"

After Jiang Chen heard what Liu Huaian said, he looked at Yeluhan and said:

"The marshal really means what he says. If I can answer the marshal's question, you can let me go, right?"

Yeluhan looked at Jiang Chen and said:

"Then you have to make me believe whether you are a real scholar or not."

Jiang Chen said to him:

"Then please give me the question."

Yeluhan glanced at the endless prairie in the distance and said to him:

"Since you have come to the North Country and have seen the scenery here, then write a poem about the scenery here and let me listen to it."

Jiang Chen smiled slightly at him, "Prairie Poems" had already appeared in his mind.

He thought that in the past, he could have the famous scholar Yu Fuzi from Xiliang bow down for him in his poetry, let alone the martial artist in front of him.

He pondered for a while and began to chant:

The yellow carpet is quietly replaced by the green lawn,

The ancient original silently releases the sound of autumn.

Intoxicated by the sunset trampled by horse hooves,

Lying down and singing Aobao to wait for the moonlight.

After Jiang Chen finished chanting, he looked at Yeluhan and said to him:

"Marshal, you're making a fool of yourself. Do you think this poem fits the scenery here?"

Yeluhan did not expect that the man in front of him could so effortlessly and vividly integrate the scenery in front of him into this poem.

This made him couldn't help but look at Jiang Chen again, and then said to him:

"It seems okay, but I don't know if I can write another one. I just want to see how much inspiration you can get under this situation."

When Jiang Chen heard that Yeluhan wanted him to write another song, he was so angry that he scolded him countless times in his heart.

But being under the eaves, I had no choice but to lower my head, so I had to start searching for this type of poetry in my mind.

Yeluhan only thought that he was creating, and rode around him a few times, just looking at him silently.

After Jiang Chen thought about it, he slowly chanted from his mouth:

The blue sky is getting higher and higher day by day,

The jade dragon twists and turns enchantingly.

The boundless greenery allows sheep to graze,

A horse flies singing and plays the blue night.

As soon as Jiang Chen finished reciting, Yeluhan unexpectedly applauded him.He drove his horse to Jiang Chen and said to him:

"Wonderful, this poem is very well written. I like it. It seems that I really wronged you by treating you as a spy."

When Jiang Chen saw him saying this, he took advantage of the situation and said:

"Is the marshal planning to let us go? It seems that you are still a man of your word."

Jiang Chen wanted to leave here quickly, fearing that if he changed his mind, he wouldn't know how to face him.

Yeluhan shook his head and said to him;

"I said I would let you go, and I will let you go, but I am also a man who loves talents, and I do lack talented people like you under my command. I don't know if you are willing to stay, Serve before my account."

When Jiang Chen saw what happened, he suddenly reversed things in this way.

How could he accept Yeluhan's invitation? If the two countries went to war in the future and he stood on the opposite side of his grandfather and father, wouldn't he be scolded by thousands of people?

Thinking of this, he quickly resigned and said:

"Thank you Marshal for your kindness. I have no interest in military service. I only want to teach and educate people in the future and write books. It is enough to inherit and carry forward the Xuanwu culture and be a cultural disseminator. I hope Marshal can understand my feelings."