The person who came is the sister of the current emperor Zhu Zuochang, the eldest princess Zhu Cirui, who is known as the first talented woman in Beijing.

Everyone present, including Tang Tu and Zheng Ying, all knelt down. Zheng Yu was hesitating, the scene was a little embarrassing, the whole audience knelt down, and sat here abruptly. Let's not talk about whether it pierces the eyes or not, that is, will it cure its own sin of disrespect if it is seen by others, and then pull it out and click? But my knees are really not suitable for kneeling, and the kneeling is still a stranger. I've been in this world for so long, and I've knelt once for seven days at a time. Even when the cheap dad died, there were not many psychological obstacles to kneeling at that time, but it was his own father. This kneels down to an innocuous stranger, and the hurdle in my heart is really insurmountable.

When Zheng Yu was still engaged in ideological struggle, a tall woman dressed in white and wearing a green veil approached the hall under the guidance of four maids, looked around, and saw Zheng Yu sitting in a daze in the corner with a slightly stunned expression, but did not show anything. His eyes continued to sweep and he walked towards the VIP seat. At the same time, he said loudly: "Talents, beautiful women quickly calm down, today is a poem to meet friends, you don't need to do this big gift." The crowd replied, "Princess Xie." The crowd got up and sat back in their seats. The attendants didn't look up until Zhu Cirui sat down, and they always lowered their eyebrows and were pleasing to the eyes. Anyone who has a random glance at Zheng Yu has to finish playing today.

The others knelt with their backs to Zheng Yu and didn't see him, but Tang Tu and Zheng Ying were right in front of them. When the two of them got up and saw that Zheng Yu was already sitting in the seat, Tang suddenly praised Zheng Yu, "Brother Zheng is worthy of being a practitioner, and his movements are really fast." Zheng Yu was confused with a haha. There was a storm in his heart, he could be sure that Zhu Cirui saw himself sitting, and his eyes stayed on him for a moment, his expression was still a little surprised, as for why he was indifferent and looked away as if he was fine, then he really didn't know, he picked up a life.

Zheng Yu, who had a false alarm, quickly recovered and began to recall the appearance of the eldest princess. Beauty, the kind of beauty that is different from Liu Manwen. The ladies of this era are beautiful and elegant, and the beauty is transcendent. Like coming out of a splashed ink painting, the woman who is different from the modern packaging, no matter how disguised, exudes a strong smell of fireworks and copper.

Zheng Yu's position was just opposite the VIP seat, and when he raised his eyes, he could clearly see the eldest princess Zhu Cirui facing him, so Zheng Yu always pretended to glance at it casually, and after a while, he was surprised to find that the eldest princess seemed to keep glancing in his direction, is it an illusion? Or does she have to remember her face and wait for the poetry meeting to end after the autumn to settle accounts?? The heart that had just been put down was lifted again.

All the personnel arrived, and the poetry meeting officially began. First, there was a song and dance performance, and a bunch of warblers and swallows sang and danced on the stage in the middle. Then the eldest princess took the stage to encourage the students present, announcing the highlight of the poetry club, the proposition of the poetry competition "Yanzhi". It is to write some inspirational poems, and the poetry style is not limited. The top three will be presented by the eldest princess in front of the emperor.

The audience, including the students in the square outside the hall, began to search their stomachs, racking their brains to study how to write this poem. There are also some students who may have written some old works on this theme before, so they are confident at this time. Of course, it must also include some people who spend a lot of money to write poems, bet on the right theme, and seem to be full of confidence and pretend to be relaxed there.

In stark contrast to the tense atmosphere of the audience, Zheng Yu looked indifferent. Because he knows that with his literary literacy, he will never be able to make any poems, and it is difficult to write a limerick poem, let alone what subject matter you prescribe for him. The purpose of this trip is very clear is to see if there is any possibility, and find a shortcut for yourself to enter the ranks, such as hugging a thigh similar to Xu Jiujue and mixing up a small background. The abrupt one in front of him who scratches his ears and cheeks is not bad for his thighs, after all, his second uncle's status is not low. Zheng Yu looked left and right, looking absent-minded, and it all fell into the eyes of the eldest princess.

Zhu Cirui was surprised when she came in and saw this person who not only did not kneel but also sat firmly on the chair. At the time, I thought it might be caused by a distraction or some other reason. She is already easy-going, and on this occasion, there is really no need to delve into it, it is good that she has not seen the past. Then I found that this kid was sitting directly opposite him not far away, and he looked at it twice out of curiosity, and always felt that he was also peeking at himself from time to time, and he was suddenly a little annoyed in his heart, which was a bit bold. If he continued to peek like this, he wouldn't mind giving him some color. Later, I found that he was not watching, but began to drink glass after cup with Tang Tu, the eldest son of the Tang family next to him. Occasionally say a few words to each other, and don't communicate with other students. Until everyone began to concentrate on composing poems, he was still looking around with a relaxed face, not knowing what he was looking for.

Judging by historical experience, this kind of person who does not take the royal weight and favor in his eyes is either a person with the power of the heavens and the earth, and the character of such a person is somewhat arrogant and eccentric. Either it's a country man who has never seen the world, he doesn't understand anything, and he can't do anything else except be a nymphomaniac in a daze. Either of these two types of people does not need to be investigated deeply. A person who is arrogant and arrogant is a pillar of the country if he uses it well. An idiot is stupid, and he who does not know is not guilty. However, looking at Zheng Yu's dress and abrupt attitude towards him, this person should belong to the former type, and Zhu Cirui is still looking forward to it. I want to see what earth-shattering masterpieces he has. But don't let yourself down.

One after another, some people made poems that they were satisfied with, and handed them to the host on the stage to read out to everyone. The level is high and low, uneven, but there is probably nothing particularly outstanding. It's basically a mediocre work. Xu Jiujue doesn't need to compose poems and compete with other students, his road has already been smooth sailing, and when the time comes, he will inherit the title, what should he do. There's really no need to be competitive here. It's okay to say that the poems are reasonable, but if they are mediocre, or even very bad, then it's not okay to find yourself unhappy, and you have to do it only if you don't have to do it, Xu Jiujue is not a fool.

The first poem that won unanimous praise from the audience was written by Liu Manwen, the content is majestic, and it does not lose the delicacy unique to a little woman. It was hung on a wooden shelf outside, and there was a sound of admiration outside the hall. Zheng Yu is also the first time to see Liu Manwen compose poems, although I don't know much about the poems she wrote, but looking at the reactions of the crowd present, it should be very good. I'm also quite surprised by this chick's literary brilliance. After her, several good poems were hung out one after another, including the abrupt ones.

At this time, Pang Shiyuan, who was known as the first genius of the Beijing Division, got up and handed over his masterpiece to the host, and the host read it out in a frustrated tone in the expectant eyes of the audience. After reading the poem, the audience was silent for a moment, and suddenly burst into thunderous cheers. Liu Manwen almost cried excitedly. Tang Tu also kept muttering with excitement on his face: "Good poetry, good poetry, rare good poetry."

Only Zheng Ying and Zheng Yu stared at each other with blank eyes, they really didn't understand. The cheers gradually subsided, and then Zhu Cirui said: "Pang Juren, it is not a loss to be the first genius of my Beijing Division, making such strange poems. It is worthy of what the poet Du Fu said: "The pen falls into a storm, and the poem becomes a crying ghost and god." Compared with Pang Shiyuan and Shixian, this evaluation can be said to be quite high.

After hearing this, Zheng Yu was stunned, and hurriedly asked Tang Tudao: "Brother Tang, isn't this poet immortal Li Bai?" How can the eldest princess say that it is Du Fu? ”

Tang Tu was shocked after hearing this, and thought to himself, don't you Zheng Yu learn the Tao of Martial Arts to this extent? Asked rhetorically: "The poet immortal of the Tang Dynasty is Du Fu, what Li Bai?" Never heard of it. ”

Zheng Yu was a little confused after hearing this, and said in his heart: "Damn, there is no Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty in this time and space?" No, we'll have to make sure," he continued.

"Then Brother Tang has not heard this poem, 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. ”

After hearing this, Tang Tu was shocked and said, "Brother Zheng is talented!" This, this poem, hey, if it weren't made in today's poetry meeting, it would be enough to win the top three!! It's a pity that it doesn't fit the proposition. Keep it, keep it for later. Brother Zheng is so talented, didn't he make any poems that fit the theme of today's poetry club? ”

Zheng Yu has been completely stupid, and now he is sure that there is no person named Li Bai, let alone Li Bai's works handed down. With a red face, he replied: "Well, this is a clumsy work that has nothing to do in the past, and now I have not yet conceived a poem that meets the proposition of the poetry club, so I will think about it for a while." Tang Tu was a little disappointed after hearing this.

Zheng Yu blushed and plagiarized Li Daxian's poems, and he still felt a little embarrassed in his heart. But after thinking about it, I have worn this time and space that I don't know what the hell it is, Li Bai may not have appeared, or he may have died without long achievements, in short, he does not exist. That's a borrowing at best, and I'm relieved after comforting myself for a while. Thinking about it, he said casually: "Brother Li Bai, I'm sorry." ”

At this time, I heard Tang suddenly ask: "Huh? Brother Zheng, who are you talking about Li Bai? ”

Zheng Yu raised his head, stared at his abrupt eyes, and replied with a serious face: "Li Bai is an assassin!" ”

When Tang Tu heard that it was an assassin who was interested, he asked, "Is this person powerful?" ”

Zheng Yu replied thoughtfully: "It's okay if you play well." ”

Tang Tu looked dazed and stopped talking.