As soon as Zhao Jinglin came in, he couldn't hold back anymore, and said with a sad face: "Your Highness, how good is this, the last general can't pretend to be able to do it!" ”

Xu Sheng, Li Shaoyou and the others laughed and said, "Zhao Dacai, continue to chant, continue to pretend!" ”

Zhu Cihong said with a smile: "They are pretending to be difficult, it doesn't matter, since they are so shameless, then you can slap them in the face!" ”

As he spoke, he picked up the pen and waved it again, without stopping, in one go, a seven-word quatrain jumped on the paper.

Xu Sheng praised: "His Royal Highness is quick to think, and his export is a chapter, he is really a genius!" ”

Wu Zhong exclaimed and said: "It is said that Cao Zhi of the Han Dynasty can become a poem in seven steps, he is an immortal, and His Royal Highness can become a poem in less than three steps, and he is really a great emperor!" ”

Li Shaoyou also said: "Wow, this poem is amazing, it greatly increases my Tianwu military might!" ”

Everyone's expressions were wonderful, and they praised again and again, and their admiration for Zhu Cihong was infinitely high.

Zhu Cihong smiled, picked up the rice paper and blew on the undried ink, handed it to Zhao Jinglin, and said, "Go to the waves!" ”

Zhao Jinglin's excited hands trembled slightly, and said, "Thank you, Your Highness, for your success!" ”

He memorized it silently a few times, but this poem was much easier to remember than the one just now, and he remembered it clearly after reading it only a few times.

Zhao Jinglin pretended to be groaning again, and slowly paced out of the elegant room, provoking Zhu Cihong and the others to laugh secretly, pretending to be a good one-handed.

"That Wufu is out!"

A group of young scholars stared at Zhao Jinglin to see what good farts he could hold.

Zhao Jinglin was not in a hurry to recite it, but paced a few steps again, and with a difficult look on his face, he did it enough.

Hou Fangyu smiled: "General Zhao, if you can't do it, forget it, we won't be difficult for you!" ”

Zhao Jinglin ignored him, paced a few more steps, and then carried his hands behind his back, held his head high, showed a bold meaning, and said loudly: "The man should sing full of Jianghong, swear to destroy the mountains and seas, and only solve the battlefield to die for the country, why should the horse leather shroud be returned." ”

This poem is Zhu Cihong's revision of Xu Xilin's "Out of the Stopper" of the Restoration Society, the original poem is: The military song should sing the big knife ring, swear to destroy Hu Nu out of the Jade Pass, only solve the battlefield and die for the country, why should the horse leather shroud be returned.

He modified it slightly, and changed the artistic conception to the determination of the soldiers of the Tianwu Army to go out to Liaodong to sacrifice their lives for the country, which was read out by Zhao Jinglin, the general of the Tianwu Army, which was even more domineering!

Mao Xiang, one of the four sons, couldn't help but praise: "The feelings are bold and exciting, the tone is generous and tragic, and the heroic spirit is compelling, it is really a rare good poem!" ”

The ancients admired dying for the country, and it was regarded as a supreme honor to sacrifice one's life for the country, especially on the battlefield, which was a great honor above all else, and even many literati had such ambitions.

Fang Yizhi and Chen Zhenhui nodded, and also expressed their admiration, this poem is full of heroism, and the enthusiasm of serving the country and dying in battle is vividly brought into play.

In particular, the last sentence "Why should the horse leather shroud be returned", which writes the heroic spirit of the soldiers who went out to fight fiercely and regarded death as home.

Li Xiangjun looked at Zhao Jinglin's gaze became extremely soft, she was born in a military general's family, because her father was a member of the Donglin Party, and her family was defeated after being convicted by Wei Zhongxian and his gang of eunuchs, and she wandered alone in a foreign land, Li Xiangjun was eight years old when she changed her surname to Li with her adoptive mother Li Zhenli.

Li Xiangjun has admired the heroism of his father's soldiers since he was a child, and at this time, when he saw the martial arts spirit exuded by Zhao Jinglin's body when he recited poetry, his heart rippled.

She opened her mouth and said, "General Zhao, please enter the pavilion." ”

Zhao Jinglin was ecstatic in his heart, he was still serious on the surface, and he hugged his fists and said, "Okay!" Please wait a moment while I say goodbye to my friend! ”

After speaking, he turned around and entered the private room, because of the excitement in his heart, he actually hit his head on the wooden board, touched his forehead, and smiled embarrassedly at Li Xiangjun.

After entering the elegant room, Li Shaoyou and the others almost fell down laughing, and forced their voices to say: "Brother Zhao, what good is it for you to fucking laugh at me?" ”

Zhao Jinglin pushed him aside, saluted Zhu Cihong and said, "Thank you for your guidance, then the general will ......."

Zhu Cihong wrote another poem and handed it to him, saying: "Take this to deal with it, don't be caught off guard when the time comes to learn poetry." ”

Zhao Jinglin glanced at it and found that it was actually a love poem, he quickly put this cheat sheet into his sleeve, and bowed to Zhu Cihong a few times before leaving happily.

Looking at his joyful energy, Zhu Cihong also had the idea of a sister in his heart, and secretly thought that if he didn't have to come over from Qin Huai Bayan......

Qin Huai Bayan in history will either marry into a wealthy family or a talented man in another year or two, and it will be too late if he doesn't stretch out his hand.

Except for Ma Xianglan, who lived a hundred years ago, the other seven were basically in Nanjing City, the youngest was seventeen years old, and the oldest was twenty-three.

If he really accepts one or two, Zhu Cihong will not accept them as princesses, the royal decency still has to be talked about, and he is a good-looking person.

Although Qin Huai Bayan does not sell his art, he is an innocent person, but after all, he has entered the Lehu prostitution register, and it is inevitable that people will gossip about writing a wild history or something.

However, it is not uncommon for emperors and prostitutes to have affairs in history, several emperors have married singers, and it is even rumored that Zhu Yuanzhang has played on the banks of the Qinhuai River.

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, Lao Zhu concentrated all the official prostitutes on the banks of the Qinhuai River, and personally mentioned couplets, which made the Qinglou industry in the Qinhuai River flourish, but these official prostitutes had to pay taxes to the imperial court.

In "Du Shi Niang", Lao Bustard once said to Du Shi Niang: "You say that whoever does not love money in the world is the most arrogant emperor Lao Tzu, and he also wants to accept our flower donations." It can be seen that the scope of flower donation collection in the Ming Dynasty is vast.

The imperial court spent the tax revenue of the Qinglou industry by the Qinhuai River to the tribute institute next door, and the imperial examination was mainly responsible for the Ministry of Rites, and the flower donations were also collected by the Ministry of Rites every month, and Zhu Yuanzhang used the money donated to hold the examination.

Seeing that the beauty and the martial artist surnamed Zhao were about to enter the backyard, a group of talented people suddenly became anxious.

Li Xiangjun was a little annoyed when she saw the virtue of this group of talented people, she took a glass of wine from the maid tray and said to everyone: "Thank you for your support, Li Xiangjun respects you a glass and retires first!" ”

After saying that, she took a sip and left on the spot.

Zhao Jinglin secretly said that this girl was exquisite, and hurriedly followed behind......

As soon as she returned to the boudoir, Li Xiangjun felt drunk, she was too strong to drink, she had hardly touched wine, and she only drank a glass of wine when she was angry.

Zhao Jinglin was a little embarrassed outside the door, he had never entered the girl's boudoir, and he didn't listen to Li Xiangjun's call at this time, so he was embarrassed to go in outside the door.

Li Xiangjun's stepmother, Li Zhenli, came belatedly, and when she saw this, she couldn't help but smile and said, "General Zhao, go in!" ”

"Good ......" Zhao Jinglin smiled, holding on to the door frame and stepping into the threshold with heavy feet, as if a prostitute had been arrested and approached the detention center......

At this time, Li Xiangjun was leaning on the head of the bed with a slight drunkenness, and when he saw the general coming in, looking left and right like a thief, he was suddenly startled, and wanted to struggle to get up, but the wine was not gone, and he sat up a little shaky.

Li Xiangjun has a strong temperament, not long ago Nanjing official Tian Yang came to greet her as a concubine, she resolutely refused, Tian Yang still insisted, she simply hit her head on the railing, and the person who married her saw that there was almost a murder, so she had to slip back with a sedan chair.

Zhao Jinglin was a real person, thinking that she was saluting herself, and hurriedly persuaded: "The girl doesn't have to be polite." ”

Then he was straight there, I don't know what to do, and I don't have the style of a general.

Li Xiangjun was stunned for a moment, and seeing that he had no intention of offending, he immediately pursed his lips, pointed to the embroidered pier next to the bed, and said, "General, please sit down." ”

Zhao Jinglin sat down, peeked at her, and saw that she was plain and light in makeup, with clear eyebrows and eyes, which was really different from ordinary women, and secretly cheered in his heart, what must he do......

Li Xiangjun showed a happy look and said: "The slave family has long heard of the prestige of the Tianwu Army, and they have admired the generals and soldiers in the army for a long time, but they didn't expect that there would be such a Confucian general as General Zhao in the Tianwu Army. ”

Zhao Jinglin didn't expect that a dusty woman would be interested in them, the big bosses in the army, and couldn't help but be in awe of her.

The two talked for a while, and although Li Xiangjun was drunk and delicate at this time, he still had a clear mind, a good conversation, and a lot of insight when talking about the current situation.

Zhao Jinglin had a good conversation with her, and gradually relaxed, and talked about some of the experiences of the army over the years, as well as some of the big battles experienced by the Tianwu Army.

Li Xiangjun was thrilled when he heard it, and he admired Zhao Jinglin even more, and his eyes were full of spring when he looked at him.

She said with affection: "The two poems made by the general today are really extraordinary, I wonder if I can also write one for Li Xiang?" ”

Zhao Jinglin smiled, and secretly sighed in his heart that His Royal Highness the Prince, who was wise and martial, really expected things to be like a god, he coughed lightly and said, "Of course, please let me think about it." ”

Li Xiangjun lowered his head and nodded, and said, "The slave family went to make tea for the general." ”

Taking advantage of Li Xiangjun's efforts to make tea, Zhao Jinglin hurriedly took out the cheat sheet from his sleeve and quickly memorized it silently......

"General, please have tea!" Li Xiangjun brought the tea and said coquettishly.

As an excellent sniper, Zhao Jinglin's hearing is far higher than that of ordinary people, and when he heard her approaching footsteps, he had already re-tucked the cheat sheet into his sleeve.

He solemnly took the tea, looked at Li Xiangjun, who was still drunk and charming, couldn't help but be obsessed, and opened his mouth to chant poetry: "A few times the flowers sit down and blow the flute, and the red wall of the silver man looks into the distance, as if this star is not last night, for whom the wind dews and stands in the middle of the night; Lingering thoughts of the cocoon, like a sad heart peeling bananas, three or five years in March and May, the poor glass of wine has not disappeared. ”

As soon as the love poem came out, Li Xiangjun was stunned immediately, this confession came too suddenly, her hands trembled, and she spilled the tea on the ground, and even the wine woke up, and the shyness on her face was even worse.

She was just about to bend down to pick up the cracked tea set, but Zhao Jinglin hurriedly said, "Let me come!" ”

As he spoke, he bent down to pick up the tea set, but just as he was about to reach out, the cheat sheet in his sleeve fell to the ground coldly......

"! It's all over the calf! Zhao Jinglin was shocked and was about to pick it up, but Li Xiangjun was the first to pick it up.

Li Xiangjun opened it and glanced at it while being curious, but saw that the content written on it was the love poem that General Zhao had just written, and her expression suddenly became very exciting......