As soon as Cui Xianwen's words came out, the ministers' faces were not very good, and they were all thinking: Are the people of the Boling Cui clan so proud? Ren Zongxiu created 'numbers' and improved arithmetic, how talented he was. Now to say that you can't compose poetry is modesty. We didn't speak, what are you doing jumping up?

However, Lao Li and the eldest grandson Wujian were overjoyed.

Now Zong Xiu said that he can't write poetry, whether he is clumsy or really can't, he needs someone to stimulate him to try out whether Zong Xiu is a great talent or a big traitor.

The way of the ancient emperors and emperors paid attention to the combination of turbidity and mutual checks and balances. As long as you don't violate the royal bottom line, it doesn't matter how you fight.

Lao Li said: "This is very good, Cui Shizi quickly groaned." ”

Cui Xianwen made a salute to Lao Li and the eldest grandson Wuji, and hugged his fists to the ministers: "Cui is not talented, I am willing to throw bricks and lead jade with clumsy works, and wait for your masterpieces." ”

In the lukewarm eyes of the ministers, Cui Xianwen chanted loudly: "I have the pride to swallow the clouds, and I splash three thousand ink books." Chasing the waves and resisting the wind, the sunrise is in the sea and the mountains are twilight. ”

After writing a poem, Cui Xianwen saluted again: "It's just clumsy, it's hard to wait for the elegant hall, if there is anything inappropriate, please correct it." ”

Lao Li smiled: "Cui Shizi is too modest, and it can be described as a masterpiece to talk about the pride in his chest with a few words." Come, all Aiqing, drink a full cup of this poem. ”

Lao Li got up, how could he not drink as a courtier, and everyone went down with another glass of wine.

Lao Li praised Cui Xianwen a few more words, and then looked around at everyone: "Is there Aiqing willing to write another poem?" ”

When he said this, Lao Li's eyes glanced at Zong Xiu vigorously: I see how long you kid can pretend, today I will let everyone make a song, and whoever finishes chanting will serve one, even if you can endure it again, can you still bear it if you drink too much?

The ministers also saw that Lao Li wanted Zong Xiu to compose a poem, and they coaxed one after another: "Assistant Teacher Zong, don't sweep Your Majesty's Yaxing, quickly write a poem." ”

Zong Xiu dodged Lao Li's eyes and sneered: "I really don't know how to compose poetry, my lords, you come, I just listen, and I can study." ”

He said so on his lips, but he didn't think so in his heart.

Although he is not a liberal arts student, he has read a lot of poems in later generations.

Especially now that it has only been eight years of Zhenguan, the poet immortal Li Bai and the poet saint Du Fu have not been born.

But that's not what Zong Xiu wants.

He is very disgusted with copying, not to mention, as soon as those poems that can be praised through the ages are sung, his name as a talented man will be confirmed, and the future will definitely be difficult. Once the contents of the stomach are emptied, what should Jiang Lang do?

So Zong Xiu made up his mind: No matter which of you says it, I won't compose poetry!

The ministers persuaded him several times, but Zong Xiu always shirked that he couldn't compose poetry, and when Lao Li saw this, he pointed out the names of Wei Zheng and Fang Xuanling, and let the two of them start.

In the next banquet, the princes and ministers of the banquet chanted poems one after another, and Lao Li even raised his wine glass and drank one with the ministers no matter who finished chanting.

As for Zong Xiu, except for Lao Li who took down the cup when he was drinking, he was busy eating at other times.

I have to say that the food cooked by the palace kitchen is really good, and the dishes that come up in the back are also as Qin Huaidao said: 58 dishes, including bears and deer in the north, raccoon dogs, shrimps, crabs, frogs, turtles in the south, as well as fish, chickens, ducks, geese, quails, pigs, cows, sheep, rabbits, etc., are all delicacies from the mountains and seas, mixed with land and water, and Zong Xiu eats happily.

Time passed minute by minute, the atmosphere of the banquet slowly rose, the ministers of civil and military affairs chanted poems, and when they drank to the heart, military generals such as Lian Cheng Biting Jin and Wei Chi Jingde also improvised poems, which attracted full applause.

Zong Xiu didn't know how many cups he had drunk, he only felt dizzy and dizzy. Not only him, but also the civil and military ministers who came to the banquet drank too much.

"Your Majesty, the minister has a reluctant request." Wei Chi Jingde opened his tongue and got up with a sigh of wine.

Lao Li was drunk and said with a smile: "Wei Chi Aiqing has something to say, but it doesn't hurt to say it. ”

"Hehe, I want to ask Your Majesty to keep a matchmaker. My daughter is in her teenage years, she is still in the boudoir, her heart is high, and ordinary talents can't look down on her, this ......" Yu Chi Jingde said while looking at Zong Xiu with a smile.

Cheng Biting Jin said: "Old man Wei Chi, I said that you have to take advantage of me, right?" Zong Xiu is Huailiang's master, my younger brother, you want His Majesty to give you a marriage, and he has become your son-in-law, do I want to call you a good one? ”

"Phew, bah, bah. You unabashed bastard, what nonsense. ”

Yu Chi Jingde pointed at Cheng Biting Jin and scolded with a smile.

Everyone was drunk and coaxed, some helped Yu Chi Jingde to ask Lao Li for marriage, and some helped Cheng Yanjin to ridicule Yu Chi Jingde, and the banquet was not lively for a while.

And Zong Xiu himself is still eating, the wine is strong, and he always feels that there is something missing in his mouth if he doesn't eat something.

Just as Zong Xiu shook off his cheeks and ate and drank, Lao Li spoke: "Don't make noise, you Aiqing, I have an idea." ”

"Your Majesty, please speak."

The eyes of the ministers all looked at the gazebo.

Lao Li pointed at Zong Xiu with his hand and said with a smile: "Everyone, Aiqing, look at it, Zong Aiqing has borrowed food and hidden clumsy since he entered the table, and now everyone has chanted poems to help the fun, but he didn't say a word." If he can make a poem that satisfies everyone, I will let Zong Aiqing decide for himself about Wei Chi Aiqing's request; If he can't do it, how about I help him make the opposite decision?"

"Good! Your Majesty's move is wonderful. ”

"Yes, yes, if we are not satisfied with the poems he has written, let Your Majesty make a decision to the contrary for him. Haha, it also makes him uncomfortable. ”

"That's it, that's it."

The ministers drank high, and they all followed the coaxing, anyway, they were not afraid of big things when they watched the excitement.

Zong Xiu was dizzy, he only had food in his eyes, and everyone was shouting happily and miscellaneously, but he didn't listen to anything.

Wei Chi Jingde was drunk, and he also felt that Lao Li's proposal was good, and he made up his mind that no matter what Zong Xiuyi would do, he couldn't say it well. Anyway, he mentioned earlier that he would let Zong Xiu be his son-in-law, but the other party was not happy, and now His Majesty has made the opposite decision, is this marriage still running?

Thinking of this, Wei Chi Jingde patted Zong Xiu, who was still eating and drinking: "Boy, get up quickly and recite a poem, if not, my daughter you are married." ”

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Zong Xiu was almost scared to death by these words, choking on the things in his mouth and coughing vigorously.

Cheng Yanjin stretched out his hand and patted Zong Xiu's back vigorously, helping to smooth the air, and said while patting: "Don't listen to Yu Chi'er's nonsense, brother, this banquet should also be dispersed, you can't leave nothing for the protagonist." It's better to improvise a poem, and it is better to make a finale. ”

Zong Xiu finally got angry, and saw that Lao Li, the eldest grandson Wuji, and the ministers were all staring at him, and his face was difficult: "Your Majesty, I really can't compose poetry." ”

"Haha, Zong Aiqing should not be modest, you can chant a few sentences, let me and all Aiqing listen to it."

"This ...... This...... Chan really won't. ”

Zong Xiu insisted on not chanting poetry, the ministers coaxed, and Wei Chi Jingde was happy.

Behind the screen, Princess Changle probed and asked, "Lanling, what's going on with this Zongxiu?" I remember you saying that it only took him a moment to produce a well-known poem. ”

Princess Lanling frowned slightly, she couldn't figure it out.

On the Mipi Lake that night, Zong Xiu did export a chapter, just a glass of wine, and chanted a very beautiful poem, but now, ......

"Let's see, my father is forcing him to compose poems."

Lanling was clear-minded, and naturally knew why his father and the eldest grandson had to compose poems. It's not that she said Zong Xiu's weirdness that day, she committed a royal taboo, and the emperor's suspicion is not easy to dispel.

In the imperial garden, Lao Li saw that Zong Xiu was reluctant to compose a poem, so he immediately said with a straight face: "Sect Assistant is this going to be resentful?" ”

Yes, Aiqing stopped shouting, and became a sect assistant again.

Zong Xiu was startled, and hurriedly said, "Don't dare, don't dare." ”

Lao Li's eyebrows were not good: "Then why didn't you speak for a long time?" ”

"This ......"

Zong Xiu has a headache, he must not chant poetry, just the little ink in his stomach, he will definitely be laughed to death by himself, plagiarism, and he is afraid that he will confirm the reputation of a talented man, and there will be trouble in the future.

Cheng Yanjin saw that Lao Li was in an unhappy mood, and said in a low voice: "Brother, you just chant a few sentences casually, don't sweep away Your Majesty's interest." ”

Zong Xiu gritted his teeth and said violently: "Your Majesty, the minister really can't compose poetry!" ”

Lao Li's eyes widened, and he was about to get angry, when he heard Zong Xiu say again: "Kechen can sing." Why don't you let the minister sing instead of the poem and sing a song? ”