Chapter 238: You write poems no matter how you beat the drum

As soon as Fang Yiai said that he would look for flowers and willows, no matter whether he was envoy or scholar, no matter whether he was officials or female relatives, he grinned. Even Emperor Li Shimin couldn't help but open his mouth!

You're kidding, Mr. Fang, in public, in front of the emperor, you plan to ask Wang Ping'an to write a erotic poem. Do you have to be beaten with a slap on the butt or a knife on the neck?

Princess Gao Yang's face turned blue, but her eyes were glowing green, like an angry wild cat. She thought to herself: "Wang Yiai, do you believe it or not? After I go home, I will scratch your face full of blooming!"

Chai Lingwu, who was sitting with the princesses, laughed in a low voice, feeling gloating. While he was hilarious, he looked at Princess Gaoyang's expression. The color on her face was very bright!

Princess Baling turned her head, glared at him, and whispered, "What's the funny thing about laughing at?" Although she scolded her, she also had a smile in her eyes. She heard that the people in the old prime minister's family liked to drink jealousy. When she saw her today, she was indeed well-deserved!

Li Zhi and Li Ke looked at each other, and Li Zhi frowned, but Li Ke was full of surprise. Although he also saw some tricks, he did not expect the situation to be so serious! But Li Ke felt a little secretly happy. Anyway, the more chaotic the royal affairs, the better. Only when he was so chaotic that he would have more opportunities!

Chu Suiliang in the flower shed over there said to Fang Xuanling: "Brother Fang, what's wrong with your son-in-law? But he adheres to the family style?" He knew that Fang Xuanling never talked nonsense, but his wife was extremely powerful and known as the No. 1 shrewd woman in the Tang Dynasty. Fang Yiai suddenly became fierce. Without Fang Xuanling's humility, he naturally could only be like Mrs. Fang!

Fang Xuanling sighed long and thought to himself: "It's hot, this child has eaten his stomach, but he has ended up placing his brain..."

Li Shimin frowned slightly. Fang Yiai had already said something, but it was hard to stop it. He could not swallow it back. If he refuted Fang Yiai at this time, rumors would appear when the court was neutral. He would not say what Fang Yiai was doing, but would say that Fang Xuanling had fallen out of favor! Such rumors would greatly damage the relationship between the monarch and the ministers, but they could not appear!

He nodded and said, "Tell me about the scenery of Furong Garden, that's great. Wang Ping'an, you can write a poem with this title!" After a pause, he said, "The flowers are fragrant in the garden, and there are so many spiritual birds and strange beasts, so you don't have to describe the characters!"

The emperor was dissatisfied with the topics posted by Fang Yiai, so he would inevitably favor Wang Ping'an and signaled him not to write any characters. If the poem had a little bright color, and the previous sentence of Fang Yiai searching for flowers and willows, it would inevitably turn into a joke after the meeting and was widely circulated!

Wang Ping'an bowed, glanced at Fang Yiai, and felt a little sweaty on his forehead. He thought to himself: "Monkey King Fang, your family's affairs have nothing to do with me. You are crazy, but you have found the wrong partner. It's really not. This shows that you have a problem with your vision, so it's only in the future..."

After clearing his throat, he stopped pretending to be like a circle, but thought for a while and then said, "The flowers are everywhere in the hibiscus garden, thousands of flowers are pressing down on the branches. The butterflies dance at all times, and the orioles are singing freely."

After the poem is over, the scene is silent and silent!

Wang Ping'an just kept sweating all over his head, and then he wrote the song "Loulan" that would never come back. So everyone thought he had to sweat again and waited for him to turn around the circle. Unexpectedly, he came and didn't even turn around in a circle, so he wrote a wonderful poem!

Others were standing there, savoring the charm of the scenery described in this poem, but the women in the flower shed were excited. They didn’t care whether they were of the charm or not, as long as the poem was well written!

The women clapped their hands together and shouted in a sweet voice: "Cha Cha, do it well!" They all imagined themselves as a fancy oriole.

After countless women shouted, others had reacted. This poem is so good. In just four short sentences, it describes a colorful picture, which makes people feel happy and blends with things and me!

Li Shimin clapped and laughed, praising: "Okay, good poems, thousands of flowers are pressing down on the branches!"

As an outstanding emperor, he does not trust others in everything. This is one of the basic qualities. He has always advocated the idea that listening to both sides will make it clear, and listening to it will make it secret. So no matter how good the poems Wang Ping'an had in the past were, he did not see Wang Ping'an write poems with his own eyes, and he had more or less doubts in his heart. Did he find someone to do it in advance and then make it famous for him?

But when he saw Wang Ping'an writing poems on the spot today, he believed that Wang Ping'an was indeed talented. These two poems were all on-site topics and could not be prepared in advance. The first one was magnificent and he thought about it for a long time, but he came out at the second one, but it was quite colloquial. What does this mean? It means that he made it on-site!

The civil and military officials also nodded one after another. The poem was indeed well written, and they all applauded the emperor. But many people felt quite regretful. In order to take the exam, the scholars in the Beijing Institute so that they could seek their confidants. If Wang Ping'an was the same, he would seek his confidants and seek his own family, then he would have to show his face and have a brilliant vision at this time. He found such a talented scholar. It’s a pity that he seemed not interested in the investment papers and had never been connected to anyone’s door!

But it’s right to think about it. With Wang Ping’an’s talent, there is no need to submit any business papers. Just relying on his two poems to pass the imperial examination is a foregone conclusion!

The scholars' moods were quite complicated. Wang Ping'an was so amazing that he had never seen him attend any poetry and prose, and he didn't know his talent. But when he saw him today, he was afraid that no one could surpass him just talking about poetry!

Alas, there is another missing place for the Jinshi!

Outside the garden, Qiu Tingxuan next to the little earthblock sighed and thought to himself: "I am not as good as him, I am not as good as him!"

Ma Mingmei whispered: "This young master, Wang Ping'an's poems are so good. Why did the poems that did not have him before spreading?"

Qiu Tingxuan glanced at her and said, "Without sick, he is humble, and he only writes poetry for himself, and never spreads it. Even I am... I only know now that his poetry is so good!"

As the two were talking, Ma Mingmei suddenly raised her head and said, "There is a dark cloud over there, and it is floating towards the garden. It seems that it is going to rain. There is no flower shed here. Should we hide under the trees?"

Qiu Tingxuan also looked up and shook his head, "No need, even if it is going to go down, it will be more than Yunyu. It will not be too late to hide when you wait!"

Fang Yiai's face turned a little blue, but he didn't pass the exam, but instead made him show his face. It was really outrageous! He turned his head and looked at Princess Gao Yang. He saw that his wife's face turned blue, and the couple's faces were the same, reflecting the brightness from afar!

Fang Yiai gritted his teeth. Anyway, the things have been done. Suo Xing will not do it or stop. I don’t believe that Wang Ping’an can write three poems in one day!

He pretended to be happy and clapped his hands, "Good poems, it's really good poems! It's not too early, so why not beat the drum again, so that this poetry and prose event will produce a few more good poems!" After that, he covered his handkerchief on his eyes, held the drumstick in his hand, and started beating it with a pounding dong dong!

The flower boat drifted in the ditch again along the water flow.

This time the flower boat floated again, the scholars' mood was different from before. They just hoped that the flower boat would stop in front of them, so that they could make a poem and show off. They were afraid that the flower boat would stop seriously and would not be able to make good poems, which would make people laugh. But now it's over, no one hoped that the flower boat would stop in front of them. With Wang Ping'an's thousands of flowers, no matter what poem they wrote, it would only be a joke. Why should they serve as a foil for Wang Ping'an? His poem is superior to others!

In the hearts of countless scholars, they began to recite silently: "Don't stop in front of me, don't stop in front of me..."

Dongdong, Dongdongdong! The drums kept ringing, and the flower boat flowed along the water. It seemed that God didn’t have much to do today, so he actually paid attention to Furong Garden. He also heard the prayers of the scholars. The flower boat drifted all the way, but he really didn’t stop in front of any scholar!

Fang Yiai kept beating the drums, and the flower boat actually circled around the field, returned to the source, and then began to drift from the beginning again!

Di Renjie looked at Fang Yiai with both hands constantly and asked in a low voice: "Brother, you keep knocking on the prince-consort in Fang. Isn't his arm aching?"

Wang Ping'an sighed and said, "So, of course, he is sour all over his body now, so he can't find a place that doesn't hurt!"

Dongdong, Dongdong, Dongdong, the drum sound stops!

Hiss! With the loud sound of the chill, hundreds of people expressed their surprise in an orderly manner, the garden was quiet and there was no more sound!

Suddenly, a cool breeze blew, and the sun was covered by dark clouds, crackling, a heavy rain poured down, and the hibiscus garden was shrouded in a mist!

Wang Ping'an raised his head and thought to himself: "People are doing it, God is watching. God can't stand it anymore and he is crying!"

It turned out that the flower boat started to circle the second circle, but when it drifted to Wang Ping'an, the drum sound stopped. The boatman's small wooden pulp on the flower boat was pointed at him again inappropriately!

The rain fell like pearls along the edge of the flower shed. The sound of wind, rain, gasp, and sounds were heard... No one present could speak!

The first time the flower boat stopped in front of Wang Ping'an, there was no problem. It was normal. It was normal to park in front of anyone. The flower boat must park in front of someone!

But the second time the flower boat went around a long circle and stopped in front of Wang Ping'an, that would be abnormal! The prince-consin Fang beat the drum and his arms were almost dislocated. He swung it to Wang Ping'an again, saying it was a coincidence, who believed it?

In the flower shed in the middle, Li Shimin shook his head slightly and thought to himself: "The handkerchief is not tight, right?"

Li Zhi was stunned. He was not a smart person at first, so he didn't know how to react. Li Ke raised his head and thought to himself: "The weather is good today, the sky is clear, the clouds are covered with dark clouds, and the rain is like rain..."

Chai Lingwu leaned close to his wife and whispered: "Brother Fang may have eaten too much in the morning and treated beating drums as digestive food. Why don't you change it to me?"

Princess Baling glared at him and whispered: "You have eaten a lot in the morning, so stop calming down!"

Princess Gao Yang's face was so angry that her face was blue. Fortunately, it was a flower shed and there were no bricks on the ground, otherwise she would have to pick up one and fly to Fang Yiai's head!

Chu Suiliang in the flower shed over there spoke again: "Brother Fang, old house, I can see that your prince consort... I did get a stomachache this morning!"

Changsun Wuji sat in the flower shed and kept silent, but at this time he couldn't bear it anymore. He smiled and turned to Fang Xuanling and said, "It's hot now and the food is easy to get bad. Don't let your children eat overnight food in the future!"

Fang Xuanling's nose was almost irritated. After hearing his old friends' jokes, he was just cursing in his heart: "This little beast is so angry..."

But the scholars looked up at the sky together and said in their hearts: "God, you have actually appeared. The flower boat really didn't stop in front of us, but stopped at Wang Ping'an again... God, you are a good person!"

The people in the garden were different, some were lucky enough to gloat, some were just thinking about watching jokes, some frowning, but except for one person, no one was really happy!

Who is that person who is really happy? It is the little princess Li Yiren!

Suddenly, she clapped her hands and smiled and said, "Okay, it's Wang Ping'an who writes poetry again. I like to listen to him writing poetry the most. The poems he writes are very nice!"

Countless gazes shot towards Li Yiren through the rain screen. There was no reason. At this moment, she was the only one who could clap her!

Li Yiren was a little puzzled, and tilted his head to look at Li Shimin and said, "What's wrong? Did you say the wrong thing? Is Wang Ping'an's poem not good?"

Li Shimin touched his beard. His daughter was innocent and romantic, and had no intention of doing anything. He actually praised Wang Ping'an in front of everyone. He had to nod and said, "Good, nice!"

After the clouds and rain, it comes and goes quickly. Soon, the rain stops and the clouds leave, and the sky is refreshed and the eyes are bright again!

Fang Yiai was willing to do anything. Even if he was punished to kneel on the laundry board when he went home, he would have to make Wang Ping'an feel embarrassed today! Seeing the sun coming out again, he cleared his throat and said, "What a coincidence, it was Wang Ping'an who wrote a poem again. What happened today was so coincidental. Could it be God's will?"

Everyone whispered together, what is God's will? It's your intention, it's obviously your intention!

Fang Yiai said again: "Princess Hengshan praised Wang Ping'an as a good poem. Wang Ping'an, are you grateful?"

Wang Ping'an had no choice but to be the son-in-law, the emperor's son-in-law, with a strong official and a tough background, so he couldn't afford to offend him! He stood up, walked to the scene again, bowed to Li Yiren, and said, "Thank you for your praise, Princess, Ping'an is really ashamed!"

Without waiting for others to speak, Fang Yiai said again: "Since you are grateful, why not make a poem and praise the princess as well. Wouldn't that be great?"

Princess Gaoyang grabbed the teacup on the table. If her father hadn't been present, she would have had no bricks, so she would have just taken the teacup and flew away to him!

Fang Xuanling was about to stand up while holding the desk with both hands. Chu Suiliang hurriedly grabbed him and whispered: "What are you going to do? Be careful, don't move too hard!"

Li Shimin looked at Fang Xuanling and was anxious when he saw the old prime minister, thinking to himself: "I will give you face again, but it will only be once, and it will not be done next time!" He looked back at Li Yiren, and saw that his younger daughter was still looking forward to it.

The little girl is as pure as paper, without the complicated thoughts of adults. She likes Wang Ping'an very much. If Wang Ping'an can write poems to praise her, she will of course be happy. The girl in her youth needs the most praise from others!

Li Shimin nodded and said, "Then make one..." Suddenly, he thought, how could he put the princess into the poem, and added: "Don't mention the title of the princess, but you must let people know that you are praising the princess!"
Chapter completed!