Chapter 240: Everyone who beats the drum is your poem

Fang Yiai gasped for a few breaths and clapped his hands and shouted: "Good poems, very good. Wang Ping'an's poems are well done. My drum beats better. If I hadn't beat the drum and let the flower boat stop in front of him, how could we hear such a wonderful poem!"

Everyone in the flower shed, including his father Fang Xuanling, couldn't bear it and spit out together! You are so embarrassed to say that you were all done on purpose!

The scholars were unhappy. What kind of drums did you beat? You made Wang Ping'an show his face. A good poetry and prose session was almost his special session. After a while, he wrote three poems. Isn't this what we all compare to!

Fang Yiai was originally a thin-skinned person, but now he just takes a look at Princess Gaoyang and becomes a little thicker. No, for his own dignity, he must not give up this matter like this. He must make Wang Ping'an embarrassed and make the princess lose interest in him!

Princess Gaoyang over there has increased her interest in Wang Ping'an, which is another matter, but now she is extremely interested in Fang Yiai. She keeps saying in her heart: "Prepare a large bathtub for you, sit in the basin, and I will pour water into you personally, one bucket, another bucket, another bucket..."

Fang Yiai praised twice and shouted: "It is both a poetry and prose and an unprecedented atmosphere. Of course, he has to write hundreds of poems so that he can enjoy the fun. Why not let me beat the drum again?" As he said that, he picked up the handkerchief and covered it on his face again!

Fang Xuanling in the flower shed over there could no longer bear it. His son has become a joke! Look at Fang Yiai's face, blue and faint, and then look at Princess Gaoyang's face, blue and quiet, your two men's faces are the same color, you are still so difficult for Wang Ping'an, what do you think?

All the people attending the meeting in the garden are smart and smart. As long as you think about it, you will know where you are jealous. Our old Fang family has become jealous! Even if you can't think of it, you can't think of it? You don't think of it, but I still think of it ashamed. It's just a shame for the royal family and the Fang family!

Fang Xuanling stood up and was about to speak when he suddenly felt someone pull him, but Chu Suiliang said, "Forget it, the child is young and ignorant, but you are an important official in the court. You can't be angry. Don't scold him, let him continue knocking!"

Changsun Wuji also said, "Don't be impatient. As long as the emperor has not spoken, the child will knock if he wants. If he has anything to say, tell him if he needs to fight, and scold him if he should be scolded. But at the meeting, he still has to save face, even for the sake of the princess!"

Fang Xuanling sighed and said, "I'm not trying to beat him and scold him, I'm trying to wipe his butt!"

After coughing, Fang Xuanling said to Li Shimin: "Emperor, this poem will be so grand, and there are so many envoys participating. There are few such grand occasions in the ceremony. It is better to let the old ministers beat the drums to wish you all good luck. Can the emperor be sure?"

Li Shimin breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his son was ignorant, but his father was sensible. He finally stood up! He nodded and smiled: "Okay, the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty is willing to play drums for poetry. This is a beautiful story, and he will definitely be imitated by future generations!" After that, he laughed.

Fang Xuanling left the flower shed and came to the source of the ditch. He smiled, but he whispered in his mouth: "Little beast, why don't you go back to the princess for the good thing you did!"

Fang Yiai saw that his father had come in person, and then he came back to the smell. His head was hot just now and he was too impulsive, and he actually caused trouble! He handed the handkerchief to his father with his eyes blankly, and then walked back to the flower shed in a daze, sitting down beside Princess Gaoyang!

Before Princess Gaoyang could say anything, Chai Lingwu came over first and smiled and said, "Brother Fang, is your armband sore? Do you want me to rub it for you?"

Fang Yiai was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant.

Chai Lingwu smiled and said, "Our brothers, who will be with whom, don't be polite!" As he said that, he reached out and wanted to massage Fang Yiai's shoulders, and said, "Oh, beating the drum is a hard work, if it were me..."

Princess Baling slapped his hand, glared at him, and said, "What are you talking about? Be careful when you go home and take a bath and serve you!"

Princess Gaoyang looked at Fang Yiai and said softly: "Hello, prince consort...you can beat the drums! Are you tired? After you go home, I will burn bath water for you and wipe your back to relieve your fatigue!"

Fang Yiai exclaimed and thought to herself: "She is not angry. It seems that I have escaped the disaster. I don't have to kneel on the laundry board when I go home at night! Take a shower, okay, this is a great enjoyment!"

He was already confused, but when he heard the princess' soft voice trying to wipe his back, he became happy again and nodded, "Then I'll bother the princess, I'm quite flattered for her husband!"

Princess Baling and Chai Lingwu shook their heads and sighed, "Mr. Fang, brother Fang, you may not be favored, but after you go home at night, you will definitely be frightened. We can already foresee it!"

The prime minister of the Tang Dynasty and the important ministers of the court came on stage to beat the drums, and all the scholars were excited. This was a big shot. Although Fang Yiai was the prince of the prince, he was not a heavyweight figure, not as much as his father. The prime minister of Fang was of high power and was a big shot who could influence the scientific examination next year. Only such a person could beat the drums was considered a bit interesting.

The scholars' thoughts became more complicated. Although Wang Ping'an's poems are the first and there is no need to compare with him, there is still the second and third. These rankings are still very important to them. Poems are not as good as Wang Ping'an. This doesn't matter. As long as it is usually done, you can show your face in front of the prime minister and then go to his house to ask for a confidant. Then the chance of passing the exam will be doubled!

In the hearts of countless people, they began to silently recite again: "The flower boat stops to me, and the flower boat stops to me..."

Fang Xuanling sat behind the drum and said with a smile: "Wang Ping'an has already written two poems. Even if it is done two rounds, it is better to start the boat again and then the third round. What do you think?"

The scholars clapped their hands together and said, "As Lord Fang said, start the third round!"

Someone had already run to the edge of the ditch, retrieved the flower boat, and placed it at the source!

Fang Xuanling looked at the water flow, calculated the time, and ordered the man to cover his handkerchief on his eyes. He was an open gentleman, so he would not be as slutty as Fang Yiai, so his eyes were covered tightly and he could not see the outside at all!

But Fang Xuanling was scheming. He was more than a hundred times better than his son. If he wanted to stop the flower boat at someone, he still had to look at it with his eyes. It was just a joke!

Fang Xuanling had already calculated the time and location long before he put on a handkerchief. He wanted to let the flower boat stop in front of Asanoqi'er and let the child come out to write poetry. It doesn't matter if he can't do it, but it's okay to sing it. Sing the things on the grassland, so that the monarchs and ministers of the Tang Dynasty could take advantage of the topic. If it weren't for this, why would everyone come here to enjoy the flowers and write poetry? Don't joke, everyone is very busy!

Fang Xuanling held the drumstick in his hand and ordered: "Let the boat go!" After saying that, he began to beat the drum!

Everyone in the garden looked at the flower boat intently. This time, the old prime minister Fang beat the drum himself, and I wonder who the flower boat would stop. This time, it was not like the previous two times. If he stopped in front of someone this time, then he would show his face. Even if he couldn't write poetry, he would drink the wine from the flower boat openly, show his chic side, and do more gracefulness. It would be a matter of showing his face. It would be spread and become a beautiful story!

Dongdong, Dongdongdong, the drum sounds endlessly. Countless eyes were staring at the flower boat. Who would they park in front of?

People in the park are paying attention, and people outside the park are paying attention!

In front of the little landslide, Ma Mingmei said anxiously: "What should I do? The prince-consort in the house cannot help but Wang Ping'an. Now the old prime minister has been on the court. The father and son are on the battlefield. Wang Ping'an is afraid it will be bad. I have never heard of anyone who can write four poems in one day!"

Qiu Tingxuan nodded and said, "Yes, I wrote four poems in a day. If Wang Ping'an could do this, it would not be talented, but horrifying!"

Ma Mingmei grabbed his sleeve and said, "Then think of a solution quickly. What a skill is the Prime Minister Fang? If he personally struggles with Wang Ping'an, what should we do? We have to help him!"

Qiu Tingxuan thought to himself: "The prime minister can hold a boat in his stomach. What a person the old prime minister in Fang is impossible to be cautious. It is difficult for a commoner!" Seeing Ma Mingmei's anxious look, he nodded and said: "Okay, then let's help him!"

He walked to the small earthblock, grabbed the sluice, lifted it up and opened it all. The pool water flowed into the garden along the canal, and the water flowed quickly in an instant!

After opening the sluice gate, Qiu Tingxuan smiled and said, "This time it's OK. Fortunately, we can control the water flow here. Now the water flow changes, and the speed of the flower boat drifting will definitely become faster. Even if the old prime minister Fang knows how to calculate the time, he will definitely make mistakes!"

Ma Mingmei was overjoyed, and raised her thumb to Qiu Tingxuan and said, "You are so smart. You can come up with a good way to control the water flow. If I don't do it!"

Qiu Tingxuan grinned. He grew up so old that he was praised by a beauty for the first time. He was so sad that he was pounding.

In the garden, the drums sounded dong!

The small flower boat drifted along the water flowing past the flower shed of civil and military officials and came to the flower shed of the messengers. Suddenly, the speed of the boat drifted faster, and the boat accelerated suddenly, drifted quickly through the flower shed of the messengers and arrived in front of the flower shed of the scholars!

The scholars sat upright, and the critical moment was coming, and everyone silently recited in their hearts: "Stop to me, stop to me..."

Dong, the drum sound stopped!

Li Shimin sighed in the flower shed in the middle and thought to himself: "I said, "My dear Fang, my old prime minister, why didn't I see it before? You actually protect your shortcomings and protect them so inexplicably. In broad daylight, the world is bright. Even if you want to protect your son, there is no such guardian. It's too obvious!"

Fang Yiai was stunned, no, dad, you can also see that the princess and Wang Ping'an have an affair, so she came on stage in person and wanted to repair Wang Ping'an?

Princess Baling suddenly came over and said, "Mr. Fang, this is a bit too much. Don't do anything too much. People's words are terrifying. Some things are obviously one, but they will become two, and maybe three. You don't know how others will pass on the Dharma. If they are arranged randomly by some vulgar people, how can you call my sister in the future?"

After a pause, she added, saying, "The sister I am referring to is your princess this time!"

Chai Lingwu also came over and asked, "Brother Fang, does your old lady Fang often give the old prime minister a bath water to serve?"

The teacup in Princess Gaoyang's hand fell on the table with a slam! She was stunned and thought to herself: "Wang Ping'an and I are not good either. We are very innocent. Why do my father-in-law thinks of me so much? He even has to go on the battle to repair Wang Ping'an... Oh, I'm wronged. I've never done anything before. Why are you doing this? "

Li Zhi pressed his temple and sighed, and he had a headache! Li Keze smiled on his face. The more he was messy, the better. The more he was messy, the happier he was. He looked up at the sky and thought to himself: "The weather is very good today, the sun shines, and there is no clouds..."

Ma Mingmei and Qiu Tingxuan outside the garden were already smiling, but this time they finally helped Wang Ping'an! But as soon as the drums stopped, their faces changed!

Ma Mingmei's mouth flattened and said, "You, this..."

Qiu Tingxuan was the opposite of her. He opened his mouth wide and couldn't close it, saying, "I, that one..."

As for the scholars in the garden... the scholars have already asked the heavens speechlessly. Master, we have nothing to say to you. You are too unwilling to be you!

In the flower shed over there, Chu Suiliang was amused and cried, and said to Changsun Wuji: "I said Mr. Wuji, you said Brother Fang's family, what did you eat this morning? Why did both of you have a bad stomach?"

Changsun Wuji was also amused and couldn't say anything!

Fang Xuanling took off the handkerchief on his face and smiled and said, "Who is the turn to write poetry this time?" He looked at the flower boat in the ditch. At this time, the flower boat had drifted far along the water. He could no longer tell who was parked in front of him when the drums stopped just now. However, everyone in the garden looked strange, and no one answered him. He himself didn't know who should write poetry!

Just when everyone was speechless, I suddenly heard someone clapping his hands and a crisp voice sounded: "Okay, I can listen to Wang Ping'an's poem again!" The voice was innocent and romantic, all of which was joy. It was the little princess Li Yiren!

With two dong thuds, the drumstick in Fang Xuanling's hand fell onto the small drum. The old prime minister was shocked and thought to himself: "Is it Wang Ping'an again? No, I have calculated it accurately in time. How could it be Wang Ping'an? It's absolutely impossible!"

It turned out that when the flower boat was beating the drum, the speed suddenly accelerated. It passed through the messengers' flower shed and came to the scholars' flower shed. When the drum sounded, the boatman's small wooden pulp on the flower boat pointed to Wang Ping'an's body again. The position was quite right, and he couldn't even hide!

Wang Ping'an's upper body was straightened, and he looked at Fang Xuanling, thinking: "Brothers in war, father and son fight, the ancients did not deceive me! Old Prime Minister Fang, I admire him very much!"

Di Renjie asked in a low voice: "Brother, are you okay? If you can't, just drink some wine and accept the punishment!" In his heart, he wrote four poems in a row, and no one seemed to be able to do it. Although the eldest brother was outstanding in his literary talent, it was too difficult to let him write four poems in one morning!

Once is normal, twice is a coincidence... Even if it is a coincidence, the third time the flower boat could suddenly accelerate and point to Wang Ping'an again. Then this can only be God's will!

Who would have thought that there were two people standing next to the sluice outside. This kind of cheating method was unprecedented!

Li Shimin sighed and said, "Wang Ping'an... is not sick, good boy, God is so willing to do it. Just let you write another poem, and you will come out and make another poem!"

Even he sympathized with Wang Ping'an. Including the new poems to be written, this is the fourth one. So, don't make the topic, don't be embarrassed by the child anymore, it's a pity!
Chapter completed!