Datang: Mother, I really have no private money

"Yes, yes, that's a good sentence."

"Hey, this song is not bad. It seems like what they say, the children of the poor family have been suppressed for so long, and they will definitely explode. Look, look at these explosions, hahaha... There are so many in the Tang Dynasty Talent, why worry about it?"

"Looking at these poems, it seems that the children of the aristocratic family are not as good as the poor scholars."

"Hmph! With such solid evidence, let's see how dare those old fellows say that the children of the aristocratic family are the best! No one in the world needs the children of the poor family!"

"Fart! Hahaha..."

Li Shimin couldn't help but commented.

But watching, suddenly, his brows became tighter and tighter, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

hiss········

How do you feel, all of a sudden, the taste of these poems has changed?

The poems of the aristocratic family began to be extremely stable, and the quality was much higher than that of the uneven children of the poor family.

It seems that the level of the descendants of the aristocratic clan has suddenly been raised a lot.

"Your Majesty, why do you feel something is wrong?"

"It's the style, and it's changed too much, and most of these poems seem to have traces."

Empress Changsun also noticed the difference.

Li Shimin nodded.

"It seems that the aristocratic families have a way to deal with poor scholars. They have made a perfect plan."

"Humph!"

"This is to slap a poor boy to death here."

Li Shimin's eyes were gloomy.

Shameless!

Good guy!

This group of things can't afford to lose.

Grandma's········

Can even think of such a way.

Li Shimin opened the brocade and turned to the second side.

But when he simply browsed and started, suddenly, he burst out laughing.

Scolded?

interesting!

interesting!

"They are... just kidding."

"But it's true. The poems suddenly changed by the children of the family are somewhat incomprehensible."

"It's no wonder that the children of the poor family are anxious. Moreover, this group of children from the aristocratic family is too arrogant and domineering. They are just exchanging poems, but they still suppress and ridicule like this."

Empress Changsun frowned and said with some displeasure.

Li Shimin nodded.

He continued to look down.

Watching and watching, suddenly...

King Wei?

He saw two familiar words.

Hastily looked down again.

"hiss········"

After a few breaths, Li Shimin took a deep breath, and his brain was instantly empty.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

Empress Changsun was puzzled.

She looked down, but after a moment, her pupils suddenly shrank like a burst of eyes!

This is··········

damn it!

Empress Changsun also stopped breathing.

Looking at the things recorded above in disbelief, silence, like this!

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Weishui River.

Poetry seems to have reached a fever pitch.

Continuously, in an endless stream, the first voice fell, and in an instant, the next person stood up.

Simple calculations, the two sides add up, the poems have exceeded a hundred, which is terrifying!

However, on the scene, it was a little difficult to accept.

The humble scholar was firmly suppressed by the children of the aristocratic family.

The poetry of the aristocratic family is already a grade higher than the quality of the poetry of the poor.

Pei Ji and the others looked at the crowd with a smile, tapped their fingers on their knees lightly, and said with a smile: "This time, the results of the Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition are ready to come out."

"Impoverished scholar, you are too weak."

"Whether it is knowledge or wisdom, they are not comparable to the children of the family."

"We, Datang, absolutely cannot be managed by such a person."

Pei Ji said slowly.

"Yes, yes, that's right!"

"Master Pei's words are on point."

"In all aspects of demeanor and knowledge, there is nothing comparable to the humble scholars."

"Looking at today's Poetry Contest, the winners at the end must be noble people. There is definitely a reason why the poor family is the poor family."

There were people next to him echoing.

Fang Xuanling, Kong Yingda, Yu Shinan and the others looked a bit uneasy.

Indeed, the current scene is a bit cruel for the humble scholars.

These poems of the aristocratic family somewhat suppressed the enthusiasm of the children of the poor family.

Except for Ma Zhou who was still insisting, few people from the poor family stood up.

The faces of Shizu and others are already full of arrogance!

They knew that they had won.

Although there was an episode of King Wei in the middle, what King Wei wrote was not poetry after all.

No matter what the impact will be in the future, we can't control today.

Today, I read poetry!

nothing else!

Kong Yingda breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Pei Ji and the others excitedly, but there was nothing he could do.

It is estimated that after this poem is over, the aristocratic family will write a special book again, belittling the children of the poor family so badly.

"It's a pity that His Royal Highness King Wei is not here, otherwise, the winner today must be His Highness King Wei." Kong Yingda said slowly.

"King Wei?"

"Not always."

"Maybe King Wei doesn't know anything about poetry."

Pei Ji stroked his beard and said with a smile.

"That is, although what King Wei said just now is indeed shocking, but the poems have their own rhyme, and King Wei may not be able to do it."

"That's right, that's right, King Wei is not as good as Lu Zimei and the others."

"Hehehe... Chongyuan's words are wrong. King Wei didn't dare to come to the poetry meeting, which has more or less made it clear."

"..."

Xiao Yu and the others all said with a smile.

Anyway, no matter what you say, King Wei is not in Chang'an today!

Since they are not in Chang'an, they are what they say.

Kong Yingda stopped talking.

He knew that there was no point in arguing about this.

King Wei was not in Chang'an after all.

damn it!

This time, it is really going to let the family push their noses on their faces.

This time, the aristocratic family is going to beat the poor family's children into a bad shape.

This time, speaking out means that the poor family's children have suffered a disastrous defeat, and the aristocratic family will make a big fuss again.

After all, scholars from poor families account for a very small proportion of the common people. Maybe some scholars from poor families can hear it and apply it to the other side, but the vast majority of the people don't know.

All the common people can see is this scene where the aristocratic family is rubbing against the poor family scholar!

The common people will think that they are not as good as poor families after all, and that they are only worthy of living under the aristocratic family.

For thousands of years, the common people have already had this kind of understanding in their minds. Now if we do this again, the spark that has just risen in the common people's hearts will be completely extinguished.

"Hey·······"

Fang Xuanling, eldest grandson Wuji Du Ruhui and the others all sighed deeply.

However, there is no other way.

On the banks of the Weishui River, the voice of poetry is still lingering.

However, it is already thriving in the family.

No one can match it.

Ma Zhou, Bai Yi, Gao Gong and the others clenched their fists tightly, but they felt powerless.

Their stock is out.

And the other children from poor families seemed afraid to stand up.

"What should I do? Can you still figure it out?" Gao Gong was anxious: "Bin Wang, you are the most talented among us, you should quickly think of a way."

"That's right, King Bin, quickly think of a way to let the common people see that our humble scholars are no worse than the children of the aristocratic family."

"We can't just let them swagger over us!"

Several people looked anxious.

Ma Zhou was about to pull his hair out.

Brows furrowed.

But·········

He smiled wryly and shook his head.

"I've already made more than ten songs, it's not good, it's really not good."

"I feel like I've been ripped dry."