Chapter 237: Let you write poems, let you write endlessly

Slowly exhaling the turbid air in his chest, Wang Ping'an immediately remembered a poem, which was exactly what Jing'er saw, but in order to show that he was "very dull", he was afraid that he would write quickly. When the emperor was happy, he asked him to write another poem. Although there were many poems in his belly, it might not be possible to meet Jing'er. The topic and composition are the best!

When Wang Ping'an turned around in the field, he walked seven steps, two seven steps, three seven steps, and almost ten seven steps, but he didn't do it!

Although the scholars could not say that they had real materials, they knew the difficulty of writing a good poem. They also wrote a good poem in front of the emperor and civil and military officials. The difficulty was not very great, so no one spoke and waited quietly.

But the envoys from all over the country curled their lips together, thinking in their hearts: "Isn't it just to write a poem? How difficult can it be? No matter how difficult it is, it can be sad that a woman will give birth to a child. With his skill in circles, all the children will be born!"

Li Shimin stroked his beard with his hand, nodded slightly, thinking: "This boy is still very steady and has not rush to show off. This is very commendable!"

Li Zhi and Li Ke didn't say anything, but the princesses were anxious. Princess Gao Yang thought to herself: "This person is not an embroidered pillow, she looks good, and she has a bunch of grass in her belly!"

Li Yiren blinked his big eyes and thought to himself: "The weather is so hot, and he keeps turning around again. Will he be heatstroke? He suddenly fainted. He suddenly fell to the ground like the person who had a sick neck just now? Seeing his sweaty look, it's so pitiful!"

She suddenly said, "Father, you look very anxious, otherwise don't let him write poetry. My son is afraid that he can't stand it, so he lie on the ground!"

Li Shimin uttered, turned around in shock, and said to himself: "What's wrong with Yiren? Why are you talking to strangers?"

The only person in the entire Furong Garden was completely different from everyone's mind. Fang Yiai was the only one who kept chanting in his heart: "If you can't do it, you can't do it..."

Wang Ping'an wiped the sweat from his forehead, stopped and said, "Well, Caomin has already written a poem about Loulan!"

Li Shimin stopped looking at his daughter, turned his head and said, "Okay, then you can read it!"

Wang Ping'an exhaled loudly and said loudly: "The long clouds in Qinghai are dark in the snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass from afar."

"Okay!" Before the scholars could praise it, the civil officials started to praise it. Changsun Wuji began to touch his beard. Fang Xuanling and Chu Suiliang looked at each other and gave a thumbs up in his heart. The young man's literary talent is good, quite good!

As soon as the civil officials applauded, the military generals clapped their hands, especially the generals of the Left Wu Guard, applauded and praised, and said, "Yumen Pass, I know, after leaving Yumen Pass, it's the desert!"

Li Shimin also nodded slightly. The first two sentences were written in a suitable way, and he clearly stated the snow mountain and pointed to the desert. It seemed that it was done on site, not to find someone to write for you in advance. Wang Ping'an was honest, and he was indeed a little talented, not a false statement!

Seeing that the emperor and all the officials had praised him, the scholars quickly applauded and praised him. Among them, the voice was the loudest of Di Renjie!

Wang Pingan paused and waited for the praise to stop, then he said loudly again: "The yellow sand battles wore golden armor..."

"Okay!" With a loud bang, as the poem was read out, this time, no matter how one goes, everyone in the garden shouted together!

The men cheered loudly, and the women were unwilling to fall behind, so they clapped their hands and shouted in a coquettish voice: "Okay!" After shouting, they all talked: "Where is the best place?"

The drum sounded, and the musician in Yanlefang was worthy of being the first-class drum musician in Chang'an. At this time, he actually made a sound. The drum dongdong, looking forward to the exit of Wang Ping'an's last poem!

Wang Ping'an exhaled, let go of his voice, danced his arms to increase his momentum, and said loudly: "I will never return until I defeat Loulan!"

"Good poems, good poems, wonderful poems!" Everyone in the garden shouted again!

Even Li Shimin nodded, smiled on his face, and said loudly: "The yellow sand wore golden armor after hundreds of battles, and I will never return until I defeated Loulan! What a good poem, my Han family should have done like this!" He applauded and congratulated him.

The emperor applauded, and the applause in the garden was sensation. No matter who it was, whether it was true or false, no one dared to leave. Even Fang Yiai was applauding and kept saying in his heart: "I fell when I left the court, and fell when I left the court..."

Wang Ping'an bowed his hand and bowed to all directions, slowly retreating, but the incident that the prince-consort in Fang did not happen. He was steady, let alone falling, he didn't even sprain his feet!

Li Shimin clapped his hands and said, "Okay, it's a poetry and prose, and this first poem has been written, so let's start. But if you want to make a good poem, you need to have a colorful head. Yesterday, Yan Liben drew a landscape picture and presented it to me for fun. I happened to get a good poem, so I wrote a poem and painting myself. Today I happened to be with me, so I took it out to be a colorful head. Among you, whoever did the best poem will give this painting to whom!"

He waved his hand, and the two little eunuchs immediately took out a scroll and opened it, with mountains and water on it, and a poem written by Li Shimin himself!

Seeing that everyone was too far away and could not see the painting clearly, Li Shimin smiled and said, "Let the painting beside the scene for a while, and let you all look carefully!"

The little eunuch was about to hold the painting around the scene when he suddenly heard a girl's voice sounding, saying, "Father, let the sons recite poems by their side, so that illiterate people can listen to it!"

Li Shimin turned around again, surprised in his heart. Why did Yiren, who had always been shy, suddenly become generous today? This kind of words should have been said by Gao Yang! He nodded and said, "Okay, then you can read it to everyone!"

There was no illiterate person at the poetry and prose meeting. Even the female family had read more or less a few books. But Li Yiren still walked out of the flower shed and took two little eunuchs to the field, but she did not recite poems, but just walked slowly, and stopped when she walked to Wang Ping'an's flower shed!

The people in the flower shed quickly stood up, Wang Ping'an bowed slightly and looked at Li Yiren. He saw Li Yiren pointing to the poem on the landscape painting, and said with a crisp voice: "I left Baidi among the colorful clouds in the morning, and returned thousands of miles of Jiangling in one day. The sound of apes on both sides of the shore cannot stop crying, and the boat has passed ten thousand mountains."

She read it very carefully. After reading it, she looked at Wang Ping'an and saw the talented man stunned and full of surprise! Li Yiren said, "What, did I pronounce the typo?"

Wang Ping'an quickly shook his head and said, "No, Your Highness, Your Highness is very accurate!"

"Have you heard it clearly? Do you want me to read it again?" Li Yiren said.

Wang Ping'an shook his head and almost fell off, and quickly said, "I heard it clearly, I dare not bother the princess anymore!"

Li Yiren nodded and said, "Then I'm back, you have to write poetry well later!" After that, he turned around and walked towards the emperor's flower shed.

The chins of the people in the garden almost fell to the ground together! Ah, you want to recite poems for everyone, but in front of Wang Ping'an, I just read them once and then came back. Is that the matter done?

The two little eunuchs also fainted, holding up the painting, opening their mouths, looking at Li Shimin together, thinking in their hearts: "The princess is back, so should we both continue to go around?"

Li Shimin was amused and crying. His daughter grew up in the deep palace since she was a child and was not familiar with the world. Even if you want to say a few words to Wang Ping'an, don't use this method. This is too obvious. If you think other scholars are all wood! He waved his hand and signaled the little eunuchs to continue to circle!

Other royal members were surprised. Although they thought too much, there was no other element in it. Even Princess Gaoyang had no special thoughts. But the only one is now envious, jealous and hated Wang Ping'an!

Who is it? It’s Fang Yiai, Fang’s prince consort!

Fang Yiaixin thought: "Why is Wang Ping'an's love luck so strong? He seduced him with a husband's daughter... Well, under my strict guard, he has not succeeded yet, but even the ignorant girl was blinded by him and she actually... was so angry at him!"

The little eunuchs walked around the field and returned to the flower shed. Li Shimin smiled and said, "Okay, you guys have already seen the paintings, so why not start writing poetry here!"

The emperor gave an order and someone immediately stepped forward, took out the small flower boat, arranged the wine pot and glass, and put it into the canal in front of the flower shed, which is the small ditch, and placed another small drum at the source of the canal in the garden!

Another servant ran out of the garden and was about to release water in the small ditch. There was water in the small ditch, but the water flow was not fast and could not be used for drifting. You had to put some water to increase the water flow!

The servant ran out of the garden and suddenly saw two people standing there in the little Tubao, standing on tiptoe and looking into the garden. The servant was Zhao Bi's family, so he naturally recognized one of them and shouted, "Hey, Mr. Qiu, why are you here?"

These two people are Qiu Tingxuan and Ma Mingmei. Qiu Tingxuan said, "Go back, I will do the task of controlling the water flow for you!" As he said that, he let the sluice open halfway, and the pool water flowed into the ditch!

Li Shimin smiled and said, "Who will beat the drum?"

Li Ke was about to stand up, but he wanted to show off this and make the scholars grateful to him. Unexpectedly, before he could speak, he heard someone say, "Your Majesty, I am willing to beat the drum!" The person who spoke was the prince consort's love!

As soon as Fang Yiai stood up, she was stunned by Fang Xuanling over there, thinking: "What's wrong with Jun'er? Why is it suddenly going to be in the limelight?"

Chu Suiliang watched from the side, and was surprised and whispered: "Brother Fang, I heard my wife say... it was my wife who heard your wife say that your son-in-law has always been... it has always been..."

There was nothing embarrassed in front of my old friend. Fang Xuanling swears and said angrily: "He has never been able to do anything with a stick!"

Chu Suiliang uh and laughed, "That's probably what he means, but what's wrong with him today? Why are he trying to show off?"

Fang Xuanling shook his head and sighed, "Who knows what's wrong with him today!" He couldn't help but look at Princess Gao Yang, and saw Princess Gao Yang with a look of surprise. It was obvious that it was not her instigation!

Anyone who beats the drum is indispensable. Li Shimin is not in the mood to take care of Fang Yiai's little calculations in his heart. His son-in-law has gone too much, and Fang Yiai has never been the least outstanding one!

Li Shimin nodded and said, "Okay, then you will beat the drum!"

Fang Yiai walked to the drum and sat down. Someone gave him a handkerchief and wanted to blindfold him, but Fang Yiai didn't need anyone to help him. He took the handkerchief and surrounded him. The handkerchief tied a knot behind his head! When he blindfolded his eyes, he left a small gap and could see outside.

Who would have thought that the prince-consort was fooling around in public? Seeing that he had his eyes covered, they were sitting upright in their seats. Everyone was thumping in their hearts. They wanted the flower boat not to stop in front of themselves, so as not to write poems well and attract ridicule, but they also hoped that the flower boat would stay in front of them, so that they could make a name for themselves and attract the attention of the emperor and ministers. Everyone was in a complicated mood, so it was not enough to discuss it!

Di Renjie didn't care. He was a person with information in his stomach, so he didn't care about writing poetry. Instead, he said with a relaxed look: "Brother, that wine was prepared in advance. It was your newly brewed spirit, but no one had ever drunk it. If anyone can't write poetry, he would probably have to fall into the ditch and let him drank it with his head!"

Wang Ping'an smiled and said, "That's right, just to let go of the divine!"

Li Shimin clapped his hands and signaled that it was time to start. Fang Yiai immediately started beating the drums. The drum sounded thud and the small flower boat flowed along the water and floated over to the flower shed where the scholars were sitting upright!

Although the flower boat is small, it is extremely exquisite. Not only are there flowers on it, but there is also a villain who looks like a boatman. The small oar in the boatman's hand stretches out as a pointer. When the drum sounds stop, whoever the oar points to, that is whoever it is, you must stand up and write a poem to wish everyone a happy mood!

Dongdong, Dongdongdong, the drum kept beating, and the flower boats flowed along the water, drifted past the ministers' flower shed, drifted past the envoys' flower shed, and soon arrived at the scholars' flower shed!

The scholars all had their hearts thumped, and they kept beating with the sound of drums. They had bad psychological qualities and were so nervous that they were almost fainted!

Suddenly, when the flower boat floated to Wang Ping'an's seat, the drum sound stopped. The small juice in the boatman's hand on the flower boat was just right, pointing at Wang Ping'an!

Wang Ping'an stretched out his tongue and thought to himself: "This is so powerful that the drums stopped when I arrived at me. I just left the court and I am going to play again!"

He stood up and walked out of the flower shed, saying a little embarrassedly: "I like to take a boat ride on Qujiang Pond recently, and I have too many times, so the boatman recognizes me. When I see me, I point the oar at me!"

Listening to his jokes, everyone in the audience laughed. The scholars all breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not his turn, but they were a little disappointed. Wang Ping'an was a little lucky. In a big morning, he even made several limelight!

Many scholars began to recite silently in their hearts: "If you can't write poetry, you can't write poetry..."

When Li Shimin saw that it was Wang Ping'an again, he was amused. It was a coincidence that he appeared again. He said, "Why would you better make a question? What kind of questions should I ask..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Ping'an felt trembling in his heart. He still wanted to set questions. I am most afraid of setting questions. Can't I do it casually?

But Fang Yiai pulled down the handkerchief and said, "Your Majesty, I have a question, which is very appropriate!"

Li Shimin frowned and began to wonder, this child is not like this usually, why do you talk so much today? But the prince-consort opened his mouth, and the prince-consort's father was watching from below, and he couldn't refute this face. He nodded and said, "Let me tell me, what's the question?"
Chapter completed!