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Lao Cheng got the emperor's permission, he looked up to the sky and said with a broken gong: "Xia Xiao,

The summer is hot, and there are mosquito bites everywhere.

Ye Lai slaps and slaps, how much do you know about the pimples on your body?

Lao Cheng was lazy and rolled over to sleep, feeding all the mosquitoes.

It's really uncomfortable to bite, and I pull my daughter-in-law to do it! "

As soon as the poem came out, the whole place was silent.

Li Shimin's eyes were straight, his eldest grandson was stunned, and a few civil officials beside him beat his chest and stomped his feet and shouted: "Listening to Lu Guogong's poem, I'm like going to the toilet, it smells bad, it smells bad!"

It took Li Shimin a long time to react, and he suddenly flew with a kick, kicked the proud Cheng Yaojin aside, and scolded: "Shameless, gentle scum, get away from me, I don't want to see you!"

Cheng Yaojin was very dissatisfied, and said loudly: "Why does Your Majesty let me go away? Is my old Cheng's poem not rhyming enough, and my old Cheng's poem not enough connotation?"

You still know the rhyme, you still know the connotation, your poem is not as good as a three-year-old can do limericks!Everyone around them rolled their eyes, facing this shameless hob meat, the emperor also felt a headache.

Not far away, Cheng Chumo squatted on the ground ashamed to draw a circle, next to a lady with an angry face, suddenly reached out and grabbed Cheng Chumo's ear, angrily said: "This is the poem that your good brother wrote for your father?" While speaking, he slapped Cheng Chumo on the back of the head.

Cheng Chumo was beaten to tears, and said pitifully: "Mother, my brother made a song of spring, but my father disliked it for not having enough flavor. This song of Xia was made by himself."

In any case, with the beginning of Lao Cheng, Li Shimin finally began to recite poetry and fu, and many civil officials began to show off their elegance, and from time to time, several excellent works appeared.

Time passed slowly, everyone accompanied the emperor to play in the courtyard, and suddenly one of them suggested: "Your Majesty, it is better to compose poems and fight poems. Today, Princess Jinyang celebrates her birthday, why don't I follow the example of the ancients and have a fight How is the poem?"

Although this man proposed to the emperor, his eyes rolled over Han Yue from time to time.Li Shimin hummed in his heart, and said lightly: "Doushi is interesting, this matter, I have approved..."

Chapter 193 The Third Gift

Suddenly, this person suggested Dou Shi, which was obviously another hint from someone.Not far away, Lu Yinzhi's eyes flashed, he looked left and right, and found that Wang Gui was standing leisurely under a flower tree.Lu Yinzhi walked over a few steps and said angrily, "Your Highness, how dare you make trouble?"

Old Wang Gui smiled and said: "Brother Yin, you can see clearly that this person is from my Wang family in Taiyuan." The implication is that he clearly accused the other party of meddling in his own business.

Lu Yinzhi snorted and said coldly: "The Wang family of Taiyuan, which has been inherited for thousands of years, may be destroyed by your hands." He suddenly flicked his robe sleeves and walked away.

Wang Gui still had a smile on his face. He looked at Lu Yinzhi's back, then looked at Han Yue not far away, and suddenly said to himself lightly: "It's not yet known who will win the game. If you don't try it, how can I be reconciled?" ?”

He suddenly left under the tree and walked slowly into the crowd, his eyes seemed kind, and he smiled at everyone.Lu Yinzhi looked at him from a distance and found that out of the corner of Wang Gui's eyes, he had been paying attention to Han Yue.

This old man is like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark. He knows how to forbear more than Wang Lingyun. He will never reveal himself unless it is a last resort.

The person who proposed to fight poetry was born in the Wang family. He got Li Shimin's consent, and directly challenged Han Yue: "Jingyanghou, I have heard for a long time that you have a brilliant literary talent. You have written a Journey to the West and compiled a collection of Han Yue's poems. It just so happens today. Princess Jinyang celebrates her birthday, His Majesty has given permission for everyone to compete in poetry, do you dare to compete with me?"

Han Yue yawned in the sky, lowered his head and teased Xiao Sizi gently, making it clear that he didn't even want to deal with him.

This man's face turned red, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, but he came with a mission. Although Han Yue didn't answer his words, he still had to hurry up and send it up.

"Don't be afraid of the Marquis of Jingyang. Fighting poems is a matter of elegance. How can you show your timidity and not answer? Why don't you do it like this?

Han Yue raised his head slowly, and said word by word: "Look--my-mouth-shape, get out--you-num-bi..."

He hasn't scolded anyone for a long time, and he was really annoyed. If it wasn't for Xiao Sizi in his arms, he really wanted to slap this guy to death.

Li Shimin suddenly said, "Why do you need to be long-winded if you want to fight poetry? I ask a question, you all come to fight!" The emperor was obviously very confident in Han Yue. I want to see if Han Yue will have a new poem.

As for who arranged the provocative act of Dou Shi, the emperor was very clear in his heart.But Li Shimin didn't care. He even hoped that someone could provoke Han Yue all the time. The stinky boy's personality has been a little lazy lately. How can young people become sharp knives if they don't sharpen them?

The emperor looked at the people around him, and finally set his eyes on the provocative Wang clan. He suddenly pointed to a pond not far away and said, "Everyone likes water in the hot summer. The pond of the Institute was dug by my order. You should use this pond as the title to fight poems."

"A question about the pond?" All the civil servants were startled, and the man from the Wang family buried his head and thought hard, and this man really had a bit of literary talent. ."

He glanced at Han Yue and said proudly: "It's a hot summer day, the golden wind is melting iron, the clear water is clear, the lakes and mountains are beautiful. It's a pleasure to accompany you, your heart is stirred, and you look at a small pond, the color of the water is refreshing..."

At the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, there was no strict format for poems. The sentences made by this man could be regarded as both fu and poems. The most important thing was that they met Li Shimin's requirements, and they were written in an instant. He was indeed a talented person.

Many civil servants shook their heads, and some of them couldn't help reciting his poem aloud.

Even Li Shimin nodded and praised: "This poem is not bad, it has a lot of flavor."

This person was overjoyed, and said with a beaming expression: "Thank you, Your Majesty, this minister is just throwing a brick to attract jade, the real good sentence depends on the Marquis of Jingyang..."

He still didn't forget to provoke Han Yue, but Cheng Yaojin suddenly jumped out next to him and shouted, "Just your broken sentence can be considered a poem, and so can my old Cheng. Listen, there is a big pond with a toad in the center. Screaming during the day and smelling the flowers at night.”

"Huh!" Everyone was shocked, Li Shimin touched his chin subconsciously, and said doubtfully, "Zhijie's poem actually rhymes a bit."

Cheng Yaojin laughed wildly, and said more and more coquettishly: "There are four more sentences!" He looked at everyone proudly, and then read: "The pond is full of water, and the toad is mouth to mouth. Why is the male toad called, it said Mother's beauty..."

Li Shimin was stunned again, his hands and feet were shaking with anger, he suddenly shouted and shouted: "Who will pull this guy down for me and beat him hard!"

There were two generals next to him who couldn't bear it any longer. They jumped over and grabbed Lao Cheng's arm and dragged him to the back.Old Cheng Niu rolled his eyes and shouted, "Your Majesty, you are jealous of my literary talent. Old Cheng is very dissatisfied."

"Hit, hit me hard!" Li Shimin's face was ashen, and his heart ached with anger.

The Wang family rolled his eyes and suddenly said, "Your Majesty, although Duke Lu's poems are not good, he is longing for elegant things, and he admires them very much."

He stopped here for a while, looked at Han Yue and said, "Look at the Marquis of Jingyang, although he is famous all over the world, but he refuses to write poetry. This minister is really sad for His Majesty."

Li Shimin was in a fit of anger, he waved his hand heavily when he heard the words, pointed at Han Yue and said, "You stinky boy, come here too, today is Sizi's birthday, why are you not saying a word?"

Han Yue sighed helplessly. He slowly walked to the side of the pond with Xiao Sizi in his arms, and said leisurely: "As soon as the half-mu square pond is opened, the sky and clouds linger together. I ask how the canal can be so clear, because there is a source of living water. "

As soon as this poem came out, there was silence!

The eternal quatrains, nothing more than that, Li Shimin's eyes were blurred, and the ministers were shocked.

Han Yue opened his mouth and yawned, feeling very sleepy. He leaned against a big tree and took a nap beside a big tree.

Everyone in the audience was shocked by his poems, but he himself was not happy.For nothing else, just because this poem was copied again, writing poetry is not always a gangster's strength...

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Wang Gui suddenly stepped out of the crowd and pointed out: "Marquis Jingyang, everyone sings and writes poems to celebrate Princess Jinyang's birthday, you are the little princess' favorite big brother, how can you keep yawning like this? Could it be that you are conscious of your literary talent overpowering the world, and you cannot be proud of your talents?"

"Extremely!" The man from the Wang family also jumped out to support Wang Gui, and continued provocatively: "The poem by the Marquis of Jingyang has some charm, but one poem can't see the true chapter, you dare to fight another one. ?"

Han Yue smiled lightly and said leisurely: "Sizi is still young, and she can't understand writing poems. But since you are not forgiving, I naturally can't refuse. Everyone has read my Journey to the West, so I will tell you a piece of Journey to the West. It's a story that wasn't written in the book."

He glanced at the crowd, suddenly raised his head to look at the sky, and said lightly: "That year, he left the daughter's country. She was crying and laughing at the top of the city, facing his back in front of the officials and shouting: Tang Xuanzang, Would you like to marry me in the next life? In the sunset, he was riding a white horse in white clothes, and the wind and sand filled the sky, and he couldn't see his expression. The monk did not speak, only the wind was noisy... This year, he passed away, thousands of Buddhas chanted sutras, and ten thousand Buddhas were in their sect. He left Shi Shi twisted his fingers and smiled, opened his mouth and said an inexplicable word, "Okay!"

After Han Yue's story was told, the whole place was silent, and Xiao Sizi's eyes rolled around. He lay in Han Yue's arms and asked his eldest grandson, "Empress mother, why did the old monk say goodbye?"

The eldest grandson sighed quietly, stretched out his hand to hold his son in his arms, and murmured: "When you grow up, you will understand..."

The battle of poems is over.

It's not that people don't want to fight, it's just that they're not interested.