Daming: Dad, stop rebelling and stay healthy with me

Zhu Di spoke.

The sacrificial wine had to pretend to reluctantly agree.

Actually, this is exactly what he wants.

When he was worried that it was useless to win, Zhu Zhanyan proposed to bet five hundred taels of silver.

He naturally wanted to win the five hundred taels of silver, which was simply a free gift.

However, if he agrees too quickly, it will appear to be a little greedy for money, and it will affect his image as a scholar.

Bu Sai Jiu said: "Since you want to compare, the previous sacrifice is not counted, and the minister has to choose a new one to compare!"

When everyone heard this, they immediately found that this old man was a chicken thief.

It turned out that the things at the bottom of the box had not been taken out yet, and he dared to wait for the emperor and grandson?

Zhu Di was also about to get angry, but saw Zhu Zhan Yan smiling and waving his hand.

"Old man Bu, you can choose whatever you want, otherwise I will win you, and you will not be convinced. "

Hmph, win the old man first and then talk big.

After speaking, the sacrificial wine bowed towards Zhu Di.

When Zhu Di saw that his grandson was full of confidence, he waved his hand and said, "Yes." Come on, put pen and ink!"

soon.

Pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were presented.

The sacrificial wine began to be written on rice paper.

After a while, the onlookers found that the sacrificial wine was still writing, and they were suddenly surprised.

"Why does a poem take so long

to write?" "Yes, is it to write words?"

"Let me see.... It's really a word, this sacrificial wine is desperate to win the emperor's grandson. "

Someone looked over and saw the handwriting all over the paper, it should be words.

Not much.

The sacrificial wine put away the pen and ink and presented the rice paper.

One of the eunuchs of the kingdom began to read.

"Butterfly Love Flowers, South

May, Jingnan Rao, Good Scenery

, Rising Ponds

, Lotus Leaves, Fields, Ten Miles, Red Incense, Wind Power

, Painting, Boat Flute, Drums, Noisy Days

....

The willow bank green curtain high pavilion with birds

far away

and people and clouds cut through the glass mirror

, wake up drunk at noon, have nothing to do, and are willing

to roast tea and stone Ding to seek victory. "

This one, naturally, was not made on the spot of the sacrificial wine, but was written after pondering it at home for many months, but it was not announced, so it was directly taken out to deal with Zhu Zhanyan.

The sacrificial wine is full of confidence, holding his head high, and a posture of victory.

As soon as this word card came out, it immediately attracted countless sighs.

Compared with poems, lyrics are more difficult, and the number of words per sentence, rhyme, and ping are strictly limited; relatively speaking, ancient poems mainly rhyme at the end, and they can be used flexibly!

Moreover, this word is very good.

It seems that Zhu Zhanyan is going to lose.

Zhu Di couldn't help but wipe a handful of sweat for Zhu Zhanyan.

Zhu Gaoxu swaggered up to the poem, looked at it, and shook his head.

"What the hell is written! "

The bird is far away, cutting through the glass mirror

, what is it, what is the meaning?" Zhu Gaoxu said loudly, belittling the poem.

Because he knew that his son was okay to be a pair, but the lyrics were not clear, so he wanted to help his son, no matter what the old man wrote, he couldn't say it well.

Whatever Zhu Zhanyan wrote, he said it was good.

Anyway, there is no first article and no second, and the article is not easy to evaluate.

In fact, Zhu Gaoxu did look at the word card, and he didn't mean anything.

Bu Saijiu snorted: "You don't understand poetry, it's useless to talk to you more." "

Although my father is simple, he is never soft when he should help others...... Zhu Zhanyan thought to himself, such a father is also very good.

Then, he picked up the pen and began to write.

Zhu Zhanyan's whole temperament became different the moment he picked up the pen.

His eyes are deep, and the pen strokes on the paper, like flowing water.

Writing with one hand and carrying hands with the other, revealing a masterful demeanor.

He has a high-level calligraphy that is systematically rewarded, which comes in handy at this moment.

High-grade calligraphy is the best calligraphy in the world.

At this time, Zhu Zhanyan directly used Wang Xizhi's font and began to write.

With the change of Zhu Zhanyan's temperament, everyone's eyes were also attracted.

"The demeanor of the second emperor and grandson is like calligraphy.

"Versatile, if you win, I'm afraid it's really a genius through the ages."

"I see that the second emperor and grandson are very confident, and it is not so easy to win this sacrificial wine.

There are also many daughters of civil and military officials who show appreciative eyes and look at the past with affection.

I have to say that Zhu Zhanyan's appearance is indeed the ideal appearance of the girls.

He is tall and handsome, and he is still the emperor's favorite grandson, and he is talented, and he can also compose poems!

Some girls have already begun to whisper to their father: "Dad, can I marry him?"

"

On the field, there are no less than 10 people who have this idea.

If it weren't for the fact that many people felt that the official position was low and their daughters were not worthy of the emperor's grandson, I am afraid that there would be more people who wanted to propose marriage.

And the sacrificial wine was disdainful, and he took a sip in his heart: "Makeup." "

Not much.

Zhu Zhanyan put the brush on the table slowly.

He looked at the person who had just read the poem and beckoned:

"Let this supervisor help me read the words." The

supervisor walked over suspiciously, picked up the rice paper, and just glanced at it, and the whole person fell into dementia.

My brain was like thunder and lightning, and I couldn't believe my eyes.

There was no movement in the middle of the ring.

Zhu Di looked a little anxious and said, "What's the daze, hurry up and read it."

Bu Saijiu smiled and said: "Supervisor Li, if the emperor asks you to read it, you can read it, and you don't have to take care of the second emperor's grandson." In

his opinion, he won the battle, maybe the second emperor's grandson wrote too poorly, so that the supervisor did not dare to read it.

The supervisor's hands trembled a little.

He had never seen such a bold word.

He walked up to the crowd, turned around, and began to read the words in his hand.

"Qinyuan Spring Snow"

Everyone heard that these two emperors and grandsons were really written words, no matter what, at least they could write it, even if they lost, it would not be too embarrassing.

I'm afraid that if I can't write it, that's really a shame.

"The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow. With

the first sentence appearing.

The whole scene suddenly fell silent.

Everyone only felt that this first sentence seemed to be very good, and it was full of anger!

A picture was presented in front of everyone's eyes, overlooking the world and the earth.

The Song Dynasty called Liao and Jin the Northern Kingdom, and the Eastern Jin Dynasty called the Sixteen Kingdoms the Northern Kingdom.

And now, these have become the territory of the Ming Dynasty.

It makes people unconsciously produce a sense of pride.

"Looking at the inside and outside of the Great Wall, there is only recklessness, and up and down the river, suddenly lost and surging.

Mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi wax elephant, want to be higher than the heavenly public test. "

Hiss.....

With the appearance of the last two sentences, Zhu Di couldn't help but gasp.

This is written by his grandson?

It's so well written!!

"Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing but recklessness; up and down the river, suddenly lost and surging."

Zhu Di couldn't help but recite these two sentences silently in his heart.

The words are all sung, and they are poems written to accompany the music of the feast. Compared with poetry, there is a lack of elegance.

But the words written by the grandson are more surging than the poems, the ocean is wanton, and the atmosphere is majestic!

Moreover, the grandson... This seems to be writing about myself

? Write about me

Zhu Di? Soon, the appearance of the next sentence made Zhu Di excited!

"Mountain Dance Silver Snake, Yuan Chi wax figure, want to compete with Tiangong.

Zhu Di's eyes lit up suddenly, and he completely substituted himself into it!

Isn't this what is written about me?