Song Zetian's face has always been dark, and it will look better when he sees that the emperor named him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Song Caizi, since you can make such a good sentence, you will be the first to answer." Although Emperor Yongming was noncommittal to Song Zetian's article, he was also moved by his poems.

"Song Caizi, this time the topic is the way of heaven and man, the way of heaven is more than enough to make up for the shortcomings. Humanity is not, the damage is insufficient, and the sacrifice is more than enough. Since your article talks about the way of heaven, you should use the way of man as the title to write about the suffering of the people. ”

"The way of man?" Emperor Yongming's topic was clear, Song Zetian understood at once, what Xiaofei said just now, does this mean that he went off topic during the written test? No wonder the atmosphere was so wrong.

Fortunately, the emperor said that this person's way is the suffering of the people. This made Song Zetian feel relieved. However, there are still many poems that describe human suffering...... Pregnant. Just use him.

"Enlightenment is above, and there is already below." Song Zetian raised his head and said confidently.

"So fast? Quick as it gets. "Emperor Yongming is quite surprised, this is really a talent. This big test, I have such a talent, God really helps me!

"At noon on hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil. Who knows that Chinese food is hard work? Song Zetian's eyes were burning, he looked at Emperor Yongming, and read it out loud.

"Good!" Emperor Yongming said loudly, "Sure enough! Sure enough, it's a good poem, and it's a good poem! Emperor Yongming was very excited to say a few good words!

"It's my fault that the people are suffering so much. Who knows that Chinese food is hard work. That's great. This poem should be announced to the world, so that all the rich and all officials know, save food. It's hard work! Emperor Yongming said very excitedly.

"The emperor is a blessing to the people." All the officials in the temple knelt down and shouted long live.

"Song Caizi is really talented. Since you can make a sentence of looking up at the bright moon. Last night, the moonlight was excellent, so you can make another song with the theme of moonlight. Emperor Yongming looked at Song Zetian and said with a very satisfied smile.

"Yes." Song Zetian was overjoyed when he saw the emperor's expression, was he appreciated by the emperor. He thought to himself. Taking a step forward, he said with a smile, "The villain is already there." ”

"It's so fast again."

"It's really a talent, and it's definitely a good sentence." There was another commotion in the crowd.

Although the emperor is on the stage, the palace examination has always been discussed by the ministers, so everyone is also free to speak.

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky." Song Zetian raised his head and said word by word.

"Ask the ...... Sky"

"This poem ......"

As soon as Song Zetian's words came out, the entire hall was not the same as just now, but it was silent, everyone had strange faces, even the emperor who was sitting in a high position, his eyes flashed with unknown things.

"Good! Sure enough, it's a good poem! Hahaha! Hu Yuewen laughed loudly and said to Cui Hang next to him.

"Uh." Cui Hang's face was strange and he did not answer.

Hu Yuewen didn't know what he meant, but he thought he was jealous, "hummed", and threw off his sleeves and stopped making a sound.

Several students also quietly took a step back, as if Song Zetian was contaminated with terrible bacteria that could be contagious.

"Good poetry." Emperor Yongming said coldly.

"Huh......" The people in the entire hall took a deep breath, and the whole atmosphere was a little more relaxed.

"I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dance to figure out how the shadow seems to be in the world. ”

Song Zetian couldn't detect any change in the atmosphere, he looked at Emperor Yongming and said sonorously.

"Turn to Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. ”

Speaking of this, Song Zetian paused slightly and read the last sentence aloud,

"I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles."

But the imaginary cheers and praises did not appear. Song Zetian secretly wondered in his heart.

"Hehe......" Xiao Fei chuckled softly.

What a self-inflicted death.

"Everyone, I don't know how this poem is?" Emperor Yongming's expression at this moment looked a little smiling, and it was obvious that this poem did not make him happy.

"What a poem! It's a swan song for the ages! Especially the last sentence, I wish people a long time, thousands of miles together. Hu Yuewen was the first to stand up again, "And this wine asks Qingtian, it's really a pearl!" Every sentence is wonderful!

When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Chilly in high places? ......" Hu Yuewen seemed to notice something, and immediately closed his mouth, and his face turned completely white.

Song Zetian's poem is talking about admiring the moon and missing his family. But what is this day, the emperor is the Son of Heaven. This wine asks the sky, the heavenly palace, and the high place is cold, which can also be seen as satirizing the emperor.

Now it depends on what the emperor thinks.

"Yes, it's really good poetry. I wonder what you think? "Emperor Yongming can be regarded as an enlightened emperor, but his sensitivity to words makes him very unhappy about this matter. But in the end, he loves talent, and now he is also very entangled.

The ministers saw that the emperor's definition was unclear at the moment, so how could they dare to express their opinions.

Xiao Fei knew that although the emperor was unhappy, he loved talent in the end, and in the end he did not kill Song Zetian, but instead sealed the official and reused it.

Only this Song Zetian, when he went back to listen to others, he was afraid that the emperor would hold a grudge, so he assisted others to rebel against the throne.

Of course, in this life, Xiaofei will not let him have a chance. Don't say anything about rebellion, be a virtuous king, and you won't be able to get out of this Jinluan Palace today.

Hearing the emperor say this, Xiao Fei took a step forward and said,

"The villain has an idea."

"Oh? What does Yang Caizi think? Emperor Yongming raised his eyebrows and looked at the talented man in front of him who stood up and looked outstanding.

"The three poems recited by Song Caizi are indeed good poems. As far as the villain knows, the first two sentences of this first silent night thought are the bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. Xiao Fei said respectfully.

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown. The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown. Emperor Yongming recited it twice in a row, "It's really wonderful, it's really a good poem!" Hahaha! It turned out that Song Caizi and Yang Caizi had known each other for a long time. I knew about this good poem early! Emperor Yongming raised his head and laughed.

Everyone saw that the emperor was in a better mood, but they were a lot more relaxed.

Only Song Zetian looked at Yang Fei strangely, he was indeed a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it. It's just that when did this guy listen to the poems he reads......

"Your Majesty, the name of the poem "Silent Night Thoughts" was originally written by the Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai."