Zhou Heng lowered his head and listened, and looked at the afterglow of his eyes.

This Peng Li is a brocade robe man in his thirties, wearing a plain brocade robe, without a feather crown and not wearing a court dress, and it was a little difficult to distinguish his identity for a while.

I saw him clenching his fists slightly towards the third prince Zhu Bingxun, and then he looked loudly at the prince and the people who were studying on the other side, and said:

"The New Year is not blooming, and the grass sprouts are seen in early February. The snow is too late in spring, so it wears the garden trees to make flying flowers.

Mei Xue did not refuse to descend in the spring, and the pen fee of the Sao Ren Pavilion was commented. The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance. ”

Zhou Heng squinted his eyes, it seems that this person is still knowledgeable, these two poems are Zhou Heng's favorite, especially the latter one, Lu Meipo Xuemei seems to be able to smell the cold fragrance of plum blossoms when reading, and this momentum and scenery are extremely consistent with today.

The third prince, Zhu Bingxun, laughed loudly, applauded slowly, and looked at Zhou Heng seriously.

"Today I want to thank the eldest brother for the banquet, if you don't really can't see it, such a beautiful or heroic verse, suddenly like a plum and a snow three points white, but the snow loses a piece of plum fragrance! Carrying peach blossoms in his hand, looking at the snowy scenery of the plum forest outside, it really made the younger brother feel a lot of emotion, good poetry! ”

The crown prince was already standing in the center of the main hall, and he walked around these twenty poems, and his shock was even stronger.

What kind of existence is Zhu Xiaochang, a person who is too learned, no matter who he is, he can't catch up with him.

Recently, in front of Zhu Yunmo and Zhou Heng, it is not enough to read at all, and this poem does not need to be compared and commented on, and it is not at the same level at all.

This Zhu Yunmo has been following Zhou Heng for a long time, could it be that the poem he wrote just now was also from Zhou Heng?

Or is it that Zhou Heng trained this week?

So those great Confucians, in Zhu Yunmo's eyes, are nothing at all, and they don't bother to follow them to delay time?

The prince narrowed his eyes, "What the third brother said is reasonable, today I opened the eyes of this palace, by the way, can Yunmo still write a poem about snow scenes and plum blossoms?" ”

Such an abrupt sentence made the people around him stunned, they wrote it just now, and they want to write it now, what does this mean?

However, seeing the joy of inquiry in the prince's eyes, Zhu Yunmo didn't know what to do for a while.

His eyes fell on Zhou Heng, and Zhou Heng bowed slightly.

Zhu Yunmo picked up the wine cup, stood up and raised his head to get drunk and dried the peach blossoms in the wine cup, and the spicy taste was instantly hot from the mouth to the stomach.

With the strength of the wine, Zhu Yunmo shook his body, looked out of the door with his red cheeks.

After thinking about the note handed over by Zhou Heng, he instantly raised his hand and pointed out the window and said:

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eight, ninety, and ten pieces......"

Before Zhu Yunmo finished reciting, several Taixue students on the opposite side had already raised their heads and laughed, and the prince instantly looked back at them, these people were startled, and quickly restrained their smiles.

Zhu Yunmo paused, shook his body for a while, seemed to be a little more drunk at the moment, shook his arm and continued:

"Really, it's all like flies, it's really irritating, and the interest in making poetry is gone? I repeat, one piece, two pieces, three or four, five, six, seven, eighty, ninety, thousand, hundred, thousand, ”

After saying the last sentence, Zhu Yunmo sat in front of the table, Zhou Heng hurried up, held Zhu Yunmo up, and bowed apologetically to the crown prince and the third prince.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, the prince of King Ning has been very tired in recent days, staring at the wine-making workshop where the peach blossoms are drunk every day, and he does everything himself, lest the tribute wine in the palace is not enough, so it seems that he is a little overwhelmed with wine today, Zhou Heng will take the prince back to rest and say goodbye first."

The prince hurriedly waved his hand and motioned for several eunuchs to come forward to help.

"Quick, a few of you will help the Zhou Court to send the prince of Ning Wang back, today is the palace has been overlooked, Yunmo is indeed a little tired from working hard for days, you go back to rest quickly, as for the color of the poem, it will be sent over tomorrow."

Zhou Heng hurriedly got up, "Then thank you, Your Highness, the minister will retire." ”

As he spoke, Zhou Heng saluted both sides.

Originally, the surrounding guests didn't care much about Zhou Heng, but at this moment, they threw out these ten masterpieces at once, and for a while they all got up and gave way politely, Zhou Heng took a few steps back, and hurriedly helped Zhu Yunmo to leave.

In the main hall behind him, the prince looked around.

"Although the Zhou court sentenced him to leave, the vote for this poem will continue, and this palace has not seen such a knowledgeable person for a long time, third brother, don't you say?"

The third prince, Zhu Bingxun, laughed, nodded, and his gaze fell on Zhu Xiaochang's body.

"I can't help but be the ten poems judged by the Zhou court, even the two poems of Zhu Yunmo, the son of King Ning, carefully tasted, definitely not much inferior, such a catchy vocabulary, has a unique artistic conception.

As the saying goes, it is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift, and the same is true for learning and poetry. ”

After speaking, Zhu Bingxun stood up, walked over with the note in his hand, and held it up to show everyone.

"I voted for Zhou Heng's two spring snows, as well as Zhu Yunmo's snow."

After speaking, he didn't communicate with others, and went straight back to his position.

Then Peng Li, who was emotionally moved just now, got up, walked quickly to the center of the hall, stood in front of the altar, and also held his note high and displayed it, the content on it was exactly the same as Zhu Bingxun's.

The two men got up one after the other, and the note had already been written, and it seemed that they were very much in agreement, and then the two sides began to get up and vote.

Zhu Xiaochang was very nervous, because when he looked at the people around him, these people didn't look at him at all.

Needless to say, they must have changed their initial thoughts because of the support of the third prince, Zhu Bingxun, and after a while, the voting ended, and Gonggong He led people to start counting the votes.

There was no time for a cup of tea, the tickets had been sorted out, and with the final result, he bowed to the prince.

"Back to His Royal Highness the Prince, the votes have been counted, the first is Chunxue 2 sentenced by the Zhou Court, the second is Chunxue 1 sentenced by the Zhou Court, and the third is ...... It is the snow of the prince of King Ning, the fourth ...... Yongmei of the tenth Ning Wangfu, Zhu Xiaochang's son. ”

After saying this, Gonggong He quickly knelt on the ground, this result was really embarrassing, Zhou Heng had eight poems in the top ten, Zhu Yunmo got a third, and only one of Zhu Xiaochang's ten poems appeared in the tenth as a comfort.

With a smile on his face, the prince looked at Zhu Xiaochang in the seat and waved his hand to Gonggong He.

"Put it away, frame these poems, let people copy them, tomorrow I think the whole capital will spread, later you prepare two gifts to send to the palace of King Ning and the palace of the Zhou court, and the reward is not much."

Zhu Xiaochang's face turned red at this time, stood up, held a huge wine cup, and saluted the prince.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, I am willing to lose the bet, and if Xiaochang loses, he will naturally be fined ten glasses of wine."

As he spoke, he poured all the wine from the small wine cup on the table into the cup in his hand, closed his eyes and raised his head to drink the wine.

As soon as the spicy wine entered his throat, Zhu Xiaochang almost suffocated.

However, he still endured the feeling of the spicy eyes, drank the wine, and the cup fell on the table, and the person was also a little drunk, and smiled at the emperor's eldest grandson beside him.

"Living up to Huang Sun's expectations, I lost, and I lost a lot."

After speaking, he sat in front of the desk, and his eyes were already a little blurred.

The emperor's eldest grandson looked nervous, frowning slightly and looking at Zhu Xiaochang, but at this time, he couldn't show any displeasure or complaint, as if he hadn't heard anything, just beckoned the eunuch and the palace maid to come closer.

"Hurry up and help Zhu Gongzi down, prepare a good decanting soup for him, and rest in the back, he drank this wine too quickly, it is really uncomfortable, but I admire this credit."

The crown prince glanced at the eldest grandson of the emperor, did not reproach, did not say anything, just raised the wine cup.

"It's worth a drink of this good poem today."

Everyone got up and quickly bowed down to take a glass of wine together.

Just sat down, Zhu Bingxun looked at Peng Li not far away.

Peng Li didn't speak, but hurriedly transcribed these poems on the book, Zhu Bingxun glanced at it and laughed, and then looked at the emperor's eldest grandson.

"Just before the banquet, I heard that Xiaoyu fell and injured himself, I don't know if there is such a thing?"