0038 Storm Rises!

"Today, since all the Tianjiao have gathered here, it is rare to find it in a hundred years! Everyone should know about my big man's Yong'an banquet! I don't know who can cheer up this feast? The Spirit Emperor suddenly raised his head and said, through the twelve people, they couldn't see the Spirit Emperor's expression clearly, and they didn't know what the Spirit Emperor meant!

"Yes! Yes! Such a happy banquet should be accompanied by poetry! The first strong man with a big waist sitting on Liu Hong's left said. Ying Ge watched the strong man echo Emperor Ling there, he is the eldest brother of Empress He, the great general of the current Han Empire "He Jin"!

"Huh! Your Majesty the Spirit Emperor! What is said is that on such an important day, poetry should be used to help the fun, but now that the "poet fairy" is sitting here, how can we ask for hardship! Ying Mo said with a gloomy face, he hated Ying Ge so much, he lost his face three times and twice, and embarrassed himself! When everyone heard this, they all looked at Yingge, only to see that he was still sitting there drinking with the old god, and he had no desire to compose poetry!

"Hehe, since His Majesty the Spirit Emperor is interested, the people of the world will make a song, and please judge!" In Luoshui Academy, Li Shimin slowly got up, looking at the heroic Li Shimin, even the Han officials couldn't help but admire, what a man!!

"Leaning on the Lan Pavilion, looking at the scattered spirits. Qifeng contains green mist, shining on the red forest of the sun.

Carved Danxia Jinxiu, remnants of snow spots. Weeping willows on the wave embankment, delicate flowers and birds continue to groan. Li Shimin pondered for a long time, and finally looked at the scenery outside the Yong'an Palace and made this poem! The people of Yong'an Hall looked at him in surprise when they heard Li Shimin's poems!

"It seems that Luoshui Academy is really full of talents!" Taifu Yuan Kui couldn't help but sigh with emotion, and the ministers such as Ma Riyan and Xun Shuang also nodded, and they were also surprised by Li Shimin's talent! The corners of Lu Zhi's mouth twitched and said, "Can there be a winner kid?" The three of them looked at each other and looked in the direction of Yingge!

"Wow, it's really worthy of "Taizong"! One word is strong, two words are strong!! Ying Ge praised Li Shimin in his heart.

"Good! Ha ha! Brother Shimin is worthy of being the pride of Luoshui Academy! This poem is well written! Ying Mo stood up and clapped his hands and laughed, his eyes swept to Ying Ge who was sitting.

"In my opinion, Brother Shimin is more suitable for the title of "poet immortal", some people are Jiang Lang is exhausted! "Winning Song can't look down on Winning the End, but some people can't help it!

"Haha, Da Sui Guopan has a wide range of talents, and Cao also has a poem, I hope Brother Shimin will evaluate it!"

"Yong'an has a wine to celebrate tonight, please play the violin from all over the world.

The moon shines on the city, and the frost and trees enter the clothes.

The copper furnace is full of candles and candles, and the first time to play the water after the concubine Chu.

The animals are silent, and the four silent stars are scarce.

Qinghuai envoy more than a thousand miles, dare to tell Yunshan from now on. Li Shimin couldn't help but laugh when he looked at Cao Cao, it seems that although the water of this Han Empire is very turbid, there is still a genius!

"Who are you?" Ying Mo asked.

"Win the third prince, I am the son of the Wei family in Peiguo County!"

"Oh! It turned out to be that after the eunuch, cut! Your poems can be called poems! It's a shame on me for the Han Empire to let me sit at the same table with someone like you!! Ying Mo said with a hideous face, and when he heard Ying Mo's words, the faces of the people in the big Han side changed rapidly! Ying Ge stared at Ying Mo deadly.

"Is this the prince of Great Qin? Is this your son, second uncle? ”