Daming Super Daddy

Who doesn't know that he Han Wang Zhu Song is a dude who fights, eats and waits to die, and the people who are still sitting don't know as much as him. Is this mocking them?

The faces of Fang Tangjing and the others turned dark, but this time it was Zhu Huixun who spoke, not a humble scholar like Xie Zhenqi. They dared to arrange the prince and royal family behind their backs, but they were not so brave in front of them.

Therefore, although everyone's faces turned black, they didn't say anything, but the resentment in their hearts remained somewhat.

"Hehe, the little guy is talking nonsense, gentlemen, don't care about it!" Zhu Song put on a magnanimous look, and patted Zhu Huixun's little head, with a happy expression on his face, no matter how you look at it, he deserves a beating.

"In the final analysis, His Highness is also considered a male guest. It is indeed unfair for His Highness to come down as a judge. Moreover, we have long heard that His Highness has a five-carriage load and is well versed in Confucianism. If we can't read His Highness's poems today, we are waiting Pity!"

Fang Tangjing didn't want the poetry to become awkward, but Zhu Huixun's words just now were indeed easy to be hated, so Fang Tangjing first praised Zhu Song, and then thought of a compromise:

"In my opinion, it's better to ask the concubine and the others to taste it!"

"Okay, it's settled like this! And I will add another lottery. If anyone wins, you can make a reasonable request to me, and I will try my best to satisfy him!"

Zhu Song finally made a final decision, "Come on, everyone put pen and ink in front of each other, don't be cautious anymore, let's start!"

Zhu Song's words set the tone. For the sake of fairness, the poems written by the people in the hall were judged by the talented women in the flower shed.

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"Hey, did you see that those people in the pavilion are going to fight poetry!"

"Do those three little children also compose poetry?"

"Who knows, it's said that those few officials representing the Confucianism in the imperial court, those poor scholars headed by the Yu Jie brothers who fight poetry..."

I don't know who has a cheap mouth, and publicized the fact that everyone in the pavilion used the theme of "Xia" to fight poems.

The garden began to become lively, almost all the scholars and ladies gathered together in small groups, chatting non-stop.

Regardless of what the people in the garden talked about, it had nothing to do with the people in the pavilion. They were either thinking or writing, and even Zhu Huixun and Zhu Zhanji frowned.

Of course, there were also people sitting there as if nothing had happened. This person was Zhu Song. He kept drinking tea and glanced to the side from time to time. There was still a blank sheet of paper in front of him.

After a while, everyone in the pavilion finished their poems and put them away. Except for Zhu Song, Zhu Zhanji and Zhu Huixun, twenty poems were sent to the flower shed in the garden.

The woman who can sit in the flower shed is not an ordinary woman, even if she is not an extremely talented woman, she is also a famous lady who is either rich or expensive.

Let's put it this way, these women include daughters of ministers, ministers, and scholars in the imperial court, as well as ladies from various famous families, all of them are quite talented and famous.

If any of these women who can sit in the flower shed is willing to pay attention to the poor family, they will be enough to make a career in the court, and at the worst they can be a gentry.

Different from the gazebo on the hill by the lake for male guests, there are 21 seats arranged in the flower shed for female guests, and only half of them are made, leaving only ten seats left.

You can't favor one over the other, there are a few vacant seats on the male side, and the seats are arranged by fighting poems, and the same is true on the female side.

Xu Miaojin should take the top seat, both public and private. Apart from her talent and name, the identity of the princess also played a big role.

Soon, after some discussion, the top three poems were selected from the flower shed, but they were not immediately taken to the male guest, but handed to Xu Miaojin instead.

The meaning is obvious, the princess is invited to sit in the last ranking!

Xu Miaojin was not polite, she looked at the few poems, then quickly wrote a comment on a piece of rice paper, and sent it directly to the pavilion.

Glancing at the white paper in his hand, Zhu Song smiled and said, "There is a result!"

"Uncle Song, let me see, I want to see!" Zhu Huixun became anxious, and went directly to grab the rice paper in Zhu Song's hand.

"Hey, I said you little monkey, why are you so unsteady?" Zhu Song angrily slapped Zhu Huixun's little hand away, and said, "Look at Xiaoxuan and this Xie Zhenqi Xie scholar, how old are you?" Not much older than you, but much more stable than you!"

Zhu Huixun opened his mouth and said, "Can I compare with them? I'm not as smart as them! By the way, has this little brother entered the top three?"

While speaking, Zhu Huixun pointed at Xie Zhenqi.

"Okay, this time the princes are competing for poems, the king will not announce the result, let the princes judge the first poem first!"

Zhu Song ignored him, but unfolded the rice paper and said: "In August, lotus flowers are fragrant all over the lake, and the red shirts and green leaves reflect the clear waves. The flowers on the magnolia boat are like girls, and there are many love children from the lotus house."

"What a 'August, lotus flowers are fragrant all over the lake, redwoods and green leaves reflect the clear waves'!"

"Although the word "Xia" is not mentioned in the whole poem, doesn't this 'August lotus' correspond to Xia?"

"Although this poem is slightly feminine, it is still a good poem!"

When Zhu Song's words fell, the pavilion was silent for a while, and then it suddenly became noisy and lively like a frying pan.

Zhu Song shook the rice paper, looked at the beautiful lower script on it, and couldn't help laughing.

"Uncle Song, who wrote this poem?" Zhu Zhanji asked the key point.

Zhu Song glanced at everyone and said, "Young Master Xie, I wonder if there is a name for this poem?"

Xie Zhenqi stood up, bowed his hands to Zhu Song in a dignified manner, and said tenderly: "Your Highness, this poem is called "Viewing Lotus"!"

Huh? It turned out to be him!

Seeing Xie Zhenqi stand up and answer, everyone in the pavilion looked incredible. A person who lived for 40 or [-] years was defeated by a six or seven-year-old child. These decades have really lived like a dog. body!

"Well, "Viewing the Lotus" is just right for the occasion!" Zhu Song nodded, and said, "As expected of the nephew of Bachelor Xie, he can write such poems at such a young age, not bad, not bad! You won this poem competition ! I don’t know what your request is, as long as this king can do it, but it doesn’t matter!”

"Your Highness! If I remember correctly, you and the two young masters didn't write any poems just now. It stands to reason that all the people in the pavilion are included in the fighting poems. The two young masters are still young. Forget it, isn’t Your Highness willing to compose a poem?”

Zhu Song did it out of good intentions, but he didn't know that Xie Zhenqi didn't appreciate it at all, "Your Highness doesn't compose poems, then this battle of poems will be unfair, and I don't recognize the result of this battle of poems!"

"presumptuous!"

Huang Kaifu and the others themselves had a problem with Xie Zhenqi, and when they heard this little bastard say such rude words to Zhu Song, they rushed to add insult to injury:

"You brat, how dare you be so rude to His Majesty the King of Han? As the owner of this room, it's up to you whether you write poetry or not. How can you let a brat like you make irresponsible remarks?"

Nima, is this helping me to speak? Why do you hear one of these two bastards singing bad faces and the other singing bad faces?

Chapter 40 Fucked Uncle

Perhaps Huang Kaifu's original intention was good, but in the end it had the opposite effect. The people in the pavilion were not fools, and they all secretly scolded Huang Kaifu for being a fool.

"Master Huang, didn't you just say that if you can't read His Highness's poems today, you will regret it for the rest of your life?"

Xie Zhenqi raised his head, looked at Huang Kaifu innocently, and said, "I'm just trying to make up for the regrets of your lords in this life. Shouldn't your lords thank me?"

On Xie Zhenqi's raised face, those big bright eyes kept blinking, and Huang Kaifu, who was filled with righteous indignation, almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

On purpose, this kid definitely did it on purpose!

This little bastard is too good at pretending, right? It's just a casual remark, how did it rise to the level of regret in their lives?

"I think what this little brother said is very reasonable!" Zhang Xuan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "My lords, you must never regret it for the rest of your life!"