As soon as these words came out, Zhu Xiaochang was suddenly choked.

looked at Zhou Heng, pursed his lips and didn't say anything else for a long time, there was a person in this hall who knew that Zhu Xiaochang wanted to make Zhu Yunmo ugly, but the first round was a draw at all, so he naturally wanted to do it again.

But who knew that Zhou Heng would come with a horizontal knife and cut off the beard directly.

Zhou Heng saluted the prince with a fist and shook the flower ball in his hand.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, the minister has grabbed the flower ball, I see that Zhu Xiaochang just wants to find me to compete with the prince of Ning, since this is the case, then don't hide it, let's come directly."

Otherwise, this palace banquet can't be carried out and it has swept away your interest, and it was all the game rules proposed by Zhu Xiaochang's son before, so can I say a suggestion? ”

The prince glanced at Zhu Xiaochang with a hint of warning in his eyes.

The small action just now, how could it escape his fiery eyes, but he just endured it and didn't have a seizure, but he didn't expect it to get worse.

However, the prince didn't expect that Zhou Heng could say it directly, and since this is the case, he can't hide it.

"The Zhou court sentence should not be polite, just say it directly."

Zhou Heng saluted the prince and everyone, and then said quietly:

"The game is still like this, but we write it separately, I see that Zhu Xiaochang is talented, naturally he is rich and rich, and if he wants to show his talent, don't write a poem or a poem.

How about we write ten poems together in the time of incense, of course, I am excessive, I am just afraid of trouble, so that I can stop the flower balls from flying towards me and the son, so that we can eat something. ”

In a word, the hall was in an uproar, the time of a stick of incense is almost impossible to think about, write the poem directly, Zhu Xiaochang has no problem making it, is this Zhou Hengxing?

Or do you want to try to embarrass Zhu Xiaochang?

But this is a move that hurts the enemy by one thousand and self-inflicts eight hundred, even if Zhu Xiaochang doesn't show his face, they won't get any benefits, a new Tai Hospital judge, there is no problem with medical skills, it's not a joke for him to make poems?

Seeing the gloating posture on the faces of many people, the prince hesitated.

He didn't want such a scene to happen, this week Heng he knew from the side, if he hadn't appeared Zhu Yunmo would have been poisoned, it can be seen how amazing this person's medical skills are, such a person must not be offended, who can guarantee that he will not get sick?

"This ......"

Zhu Xiaochang stood up, glanced at Zhou Heng, and hurriedly gave the prince a salute.

"Please allow Your Highness, my nephew thinks this method is good, and he can show his talents."

The prince held the table with his hand and bowed slightly:

"Since the two of you have unanimously agreed, then do so, Gonggong He will remove the drum and put two book cases on the table."

After a while, when they were ready, the two walked directly to the center of the main hall, one person sat on the left and one on the left, and the prince waved his sleeves.

"Then start burning incense timer, do you two have to have a burden, you won't be fined according to the amount of wine if you win or lose, so start burning incense!"

With an order, Gonggong He lit a stick of incense in front of him.

Zhu Xiaochang grabbed the pen and began to write, almost a little struggling to write, Zhou Heng knew at a glance that this thing was not stupid, he knew how to write poems that he was familiar with and had written.

But what if you can? Can it surpass these Tang and Song poems that have been passed down for centuries?

Zhou Heng didn't bother to pay attention to it, just sifted it a little, picked up the pen and began to write.

In his previous life, he lived for thirty years, and the most proficient thing was this character, which, unlike the Martian script written by other doctors, was almost comparable to calligraphy.

All the eyes in the hall fell on Zhou Heng's body, the kind of writing that was not written and stopped, but written with a wave, which made everyone continue to exclaim, and a few good people had already stood up to take a look.

Even Zhu Xiaochang couldn't help but look up, and when he saw Zhou Heng's speed of writing, he panicked in an instant.

Zhou Heng didn't give him a single look, just now their means, Zhou Heng saw it clearly, there was no handle in the previous matter, and he couldn't settle accounts with them, especially Qiu Niang's matter, knowing that there was Wen's handwriting in it, but there was no evidence.

Therefore, Zhou Heng didn't want to suppress it anymore today, and after writing the last word, he dropped the pen and bowed to the prince.

"The minister has finished writing."

Then, he stood with his head down, didn't urge, didn't say anything, and waited quietly for Zhu Xiaochang.

Time passed minute by minute, Zhu Xiaochang's face was pale, his forehead was already full of sweat, and a little eunuch held the incense burner and shouted:

"Your Highness, the time for a stick of incense has come."

With this shout, Zhu Xiaochang was able to put down his pen, threw the pen in the pen wash, and snorted coldly at Zhou Heng, with unconvinced on his face.

In Taixue, no one is faster than him in reciting and composing poems, today is just meeting a doctor, although he is now the judge of the Tai Hospital, but after all, he is a country doctor, how can he have such knowledge, Zhu Xiaochang's face is not convinced.

"Your Highness, my nephew wants to see Zhou Heng's poems."

The prince glanced at him, and at this time, there was something he didn't understand, obviously he was dissatisfied with Zhu Yunmo.

I want to use the banquet to humiliate Zhu Yunmo, but this is the prince's mansion, if it's just a small matter, I don't care about it, but they are guests invited by themselves, so wouldn't it be a shame to give themselves?

The prince raised his hand, "Don't be so troublesome, Gonggong He will find two people to hold up the poems of Zhou Yuanju and Xiaochang for everyone to see, and then one person will recite a poem for everyone to evaluate." ”

Zhu Xiaochang hurriedly got up and saluted the prince, he knew very well in his heart what kind of poem he had made, that Zhou Heng was already so confident, if one person wrote one at this time, it was obvious that he would not take advantage of it, and he would definitely not be like this.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, read it out like this, everyone is still like before, arguing into a pot of porridge, but it can't decide the winner, the nephew doesn't see it as good as this, everyone writes the name of three favorite poems, and then hands the strip up, and there is no need to sign it, what do you think?"

Before Zhu Xiaochang raised his eyes to look at the prince, his eyes lingered on the students of Taixue, the meaning was too obvious, everyone knew that Zhu Xiaochang wanted to get their support, and quickly showed his little face one by one.

All this fell in Zhou Heng's eyes, but he didn't say anything.

If you are not blind, you don't need to canvass to know whether it is good or bad, although these poems are not written by yourself, they may have been handed down since ancient times, and they must have their moving side, and they cannot be covered up by one or two stinky fish.

Therefore, Zhou Heng stood in place and didn't move, and he didn't even want to lift his eyelids, and the prince saw that Zhou Heng had no opinion, so he looked at Gonggong He with a slight bow.

"In that case, hang up all the poems of the two of them so that they may be read, and in two quarters of an hour, write the three poems that are most beloved in your hearts on a note, and throw them into the jar in front of the main hall."

With such an order, everyone hurriedly moved, and the twenty little eunuchs, holding the poems in their hands, slowly walked on both sides, and everyone was just curious to look at it, and this look was instantly shocked.

A few of them had already gotten up, chasing after the little eunuch, looking at the poem manuscript in their hands.

"Jiang Xue: Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow. Good poems, just a few words, I have seen the snow scene in Jiangdong, this is simply a work of heaven! Is this week's court verdict from Jiangsu and Zhejiang? ”

A few people next to him shook their heads and pulled the man who was talking to the side.

"Let's go, don't be sour here, we haven't transcribed the rest of the verses yet."

A sentence woke up the dreamer, and the man quickly grabbed the paper on the table and quickly transcribed the poems.

A man sitting behind the princes got up and walked to the front, staring at these poems for a moment, then his eyes fell on Zhou Heng's body, and finally glanced at Zhu Yunmo.

Only then did he smile, looked at the prince next to him with a three-bead crown on his head, and bowed his hand.

"King Xian really said it well, I was surprised by the talent of the Zhou Yuan, I was really shocked, these two "Spring Snow" have been famous for centuries."

As soon as this person said this, everyone on the field was silent, Zhou Heng squinted, obviously this person has a special identity, he can sit at the same table with the prince, he is either a staff member or a member of the mother family, but at such a time, he generally avoids suspicion, and he can sit here in a grand manner, which must be extraordinary.

At this time, the virtuous king in the mouth, that is, the third prince Zhu Bingxun, smiled and raised his hand to smooth the short beard of his chin.

"It seems that the poems that Mr. Peng Li admires so much are by no means idle, so why don't we read them to you if we are far away?"