Gou in Daming, I was overheard by Zhu Yuanzhang

Zhu Yunxi looked embarrassed: "I, can I not do it?"

Zhu Yunwen's expression was as expected: "Third brother, since you are here, how can you spoil everyone's interest?"

Wang Qingxuan was happy at this time, Zhu Yunxi was indeed an idiot.

So what if Fang Xiaoru taught him alone?Still can't even write a poem.

Wang Qingxuan suffered from pockmarks when he was a child, which made his face very dark.

At this time, due to excitement, even the pockmarked pit on his face was red.

"My poetry is too vulgar. I'm afraid it will affect your drinking and eating." Zhu Yunxi was still modest.

"Third brother, how can I do it? Just do it!"

Zhu Yunwen thought to himself, the more vulgar your poems are, the better.

The lower the grade of your poems, the worse your impression will be among civil servants.

The cruder your poems, the better my appetite.

There are still many big households in Beijing and China sitting here, and your poems will definitely spread.

That's really notorious.

All the civil servants were waiting for Zhu Yunxi to speak.

Lan Yu couldn't help it now, so she couldn't bring Zhu Yunxi back, could she?

Pulling it back is tantamount to admitting defeat!
If you don't pull it back, what good poems can Zhu Yunxi write?
"Then I will do it."

Zhu Yunxi stood up beside him, pointed to the glazed pagoda in the distance, and said, "From a distance, this pagoda looks dark, thin at the top but thick at the bottom."

Hahaha, as soon as Zhu Yunxi's two poems came out, the literati sprayed water one after another, and then burst into laughter.

God, the top is thin and the bottom is thick, this is really rough, vulgar, vulgar.

Zhu Yunxuan forced himself to hold back his smile, third brother, you really did what I expected, you really "lived up to everyone's expectations".

"My lords, don't make any noise," Zhu Yunqi made a gesture of pressing down: "My third brother just wrote two lines of poems, and there are still more to come. The wonderful lines are still to come."

Everyone finally stopped laughing, waiting for Zhu Yunxi's "exciting future".

Zhu Yunxi puffed out her chest: "I'll repeat it again, lest everyone forget my good poem."

"From a distance, the tower looks dark. It is thinner at the top and thicker at the bottom. One day it will be turned over, and the thinner at the bottom will be thicker at the top."

Everyone froze for a moment.

This, this, this is poetry?
It is nothing more than a tower, black, with one end thick and the other thin.

No literary talent, no mood, it's just nonsense.

Not to mention civil servants, even military generals who are illiterate are ashamed of Zhu Yunxi's "poetry talent".

It's so embarrassing, it's lost to your uncle and grandpa's house!
Sapphire's arm was already bulging with veins.

Chang Sheng felt that his nephew wrote poems so fast!Look, how neat and catchy!

Although it doesn't sound very literary, it definitely has a deep meaning, but people can't see it.

"Good poetry, good poetry." Chang Sheng took the lead in applauding.

Immediately, there was applause, and all the civil officials laughed, repeating "chanting" Zhu Yunxi's pagoda poems.

Yang Pu, who came with Zhu Yunxi, blushed.

Unexpectedly, King Wu's poetry and prose skills are so poor, I'm afraid it's not as good as even a young boy.

Could it be that King Wu did it on purpose?
With a trace of sarcasm in the corner of Fang Xiaoru's mouth, he looked at the laughing officials with disdain.

Are you laughing?
Where are you qualified to laugh at King Wu?

Even if King Wu only showed [-]% of his skill, your jaws would drop in shock!

For this poem, Zhu Yunqi felt that he was not at the slightest level, and if he made sarcastic remarks, it would appear that he was too immature.

Then tell the truth.

"Third brother, your poem is good. Do you want to amuse everyone? This one doesn't count. You have to write another poem, which has something to do with the tower. Otherwise, you won't be able to pass the test tonight."

Wang Qingxuan smiled and said, "King Wu, don't entertain us anymore. You have to show your true level."

Zhu Yunxuan felt that Wang Qingxuan's use of the word "amusement" was appropriate. Of course, everyone was entertaining Zhu Yunxi.

Show his true level, in fact, just now.

Let Zhu Yunxi write another song, and let everyone see it thoroughly!
Let's see what the real level of King Wu is!
At the same time, it also made His Majesty realize that a person who can't even compose poems has any qualifications to be the crown prince?

Yang Pu quietly pulled Zhu Yunxi's sleeve.

Zhu Yunxi took advantage of the situation and stood up again: "Then, I will compose another song, showing my shame."

Wang Qingxuan thought that Zhu Yunxi would just give up, but who knew that he was overthinking himself and really wanted to compose another song!
Well, this is obviously another joke for everyone!

Zhu Yunxuan was secretly delighted, Zhu Yunxi really didn't have self-awareness, and wanted to write another poem about the pagoda!
Make a fool of yourself?
It's clearly a shame!
Come out, the more ugly the better!

You make a fool of yourself!
I am brilliant!
Being ugly means being out!

Competing for the crown prince, third brother, you'd better wash up and sleep.

"Sieve, lotus root mustard, honeycombs open, rain beats dust, backyard insects eat vegetables, pomegranate peels are turned over, and the ground is full of potholes and trees waiting to be planted."

Zhu Yunxi recited a poem.

Everyone was stunned, this, this, is this poetry?
where is the tower

What insects eat vegetables, pomegranate peels, and potholes all over the ground, what are these things?
This song is not even as good as the last song "Looking at the Tower from a Distance"!

The last "poem" was finally entertaining and could make everyone laugh.

This one, I simply don't know what kind of crap to talk about!

King Wu is really getting worse!

Yang Pu's face was burning hot. Did King Wu never read books or recite poems since he was a child?

I can memorize three hundred Tang poems, and I can compose them even if I can't write poems!
Isn't the King Wu at this time the same person as the King Wu in the previous impression?

All civil servants looked at Zhu Yunxi with disdain.

Sure enough, King Wu was still as stupid and stupid as ever.

King Wu's trash characteristics are simply incomparable.

Zhu Yunxi sat down in a big way, tilted his head and asked Wang Qingxuan: "Master Wang, this poem is specially given to you by this king."

Ah, Zhu Yunxi doesn't know it yet!
Such a broken poem must be given to Wang Qingxuan!
Broken poetry, bah, this doesn't even count as poetry!
Calling it broken poetry is an insult to the noble and sacred word "poetry".

Wang Qingxuan said: "This poem, okay, King Wu, I will definitely copy it down, this poem will definitely make the capital expensive."

The meaning of sarcasm should not be too obvious.

Lan Yu could hear it, but Zhu Yunxi didn't care.

"Lord Wang," Fang Xiaoru, who had been watching coldly, said in a loud and abrupt voice.

"Master Wang, this poem was indeed given to you by King Wu."

"In this poem, every sentence is actually an eye."

"Sieve, eyes everywhere."

"Lotus mustard has eyes and is big."

"When the honeycomb opens, it is also the eye."

"When the rain hits the dust, eyes pop out of the dust."

"Backyard insects eat vegetables, and the leaves are full of eyes."

"When the pomegranate peel is turned over, there are eyes left by the pomegranate seeds."

"The ground is full of potholes and trees waiting to be planted. They are all eyes, and the eyes can be planted with trees!"

When Fang Xiaoru said this, he looked at Wang Qingxuan and said, "Master Wang, isn't this poem full of eyes very suitable for you? So, this poem was tailor-made for you by King Wu."