"Bard right?" For a while, there was a sensation among the guests, what kind of person is Zhu Yuanzhang? Today, Your Majesty, he asked the guests present to recite poems against him, and all the guests were a little frightened, who dared to compose poems in front of Zhu Yuanzhang? This emperor is in a literary prison, and many of the guests present have heard of it, they are afraid that they will accidentally step on Zhu Yuanzhang's bottom line, which is a loss of head, even if it is a prince, they dare not say anything, even if they have royal blood, they will not have good fruits to eat.

"Your Majesty, this is too ruthless, isn't it? Although this situation and this scene are a wedding feast, it can be recited against poetry, which is not in line with His Majesty's style! Hu Pengju looked at Zhu Li with some embarrassment, trying to seek Zhu Li's help.

"Silence, my father didn't appoint you to write poetry, so let's not make the decision, this kind of thing is to write poetry, and leave it to those who usually like to dance and write ink, I believe that my father is looking forward to their works." Zhu Li said, he breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, he usually seemed rude, and the poetry of this kind of thing had nothing to do with him.

Unlike Zhu Li, Zhu Di has a bitter face, he loves to chant poetry on weekdays, and he also understands his father's reverse scales, right now, Zhu Yuanzhang's reverse scales can be reflected in this wedding banquet, he didn't dare to make a sound, lowered his head, he usually likes to show off in front of Zhu Yuanzhang the most, he seems to be a different person at the moment.

"We still don't get involved in this kind of thing, I'm okay, I'm royal blood, but you're different, you're an outsider, if you can't make poems that your father likes, and you have displeased your father because of the previous interruption of the banquet, I'm afraid it will affect you." Zhu Di reminded Ma Sanbao in a whisper.

"Hey, hey, hey." Ma Sanbao just nodded, but Zhu Yunwen, who was beside Ma Sanbao, laughed, although he laughed cutely, but in Ma Sanbao's opinion, he was like a demon asking for his life, this smile attracted Zhu Yuanzhang's attention, Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Ma Sanbao's position, revealing a kind gaze.

"Ma Wenhe, what makes Yun Wei so happy? Since you have the title of reincarnation, compose a poem? How is it? Zhu Yuanzhang opened his mouth and said, every word hit Ma Sanbao's heart, Ma Sanbao knows Zhu Yuanzhang too well, he has read a lot of historical records, Zhu Yuanzhang's literary prison has persecuted a lot of civilians, as long as it provokes his reverse scale, it is basically a dead end, but there are still many words in Zhu Yuanzhang's reverse scale in the wedding banquet.

Ma Sanbao's cold sweat unconsciously broke out from his forehead, chanting poetry against him, how could he? He only knows the poems he has memorized in his previous life, and in his mind, there are not many poems after the Ming Dynasty, at this time, it is impossible for him to chant a poem "I am not afraid of broken bones, I want to leave my innocence in the world", which is neither right nor emotional.

"What should I do?" Ma Sanbao's brain was running rapidly, and he was asked by Zhu Yuanzhang to recite poems by name, he was in a hurry, he was not Cao Zhi after all, he couldn't make a poem in seven steps, nor was he Li Bai, he couldn't do a hundred poems about fighting wine, for a while, he recalled the poems he copied from Mr. Cao before, "Mr. Cao, Mr. Cao, it seems that I have to borrow you a little more verses, you shouldn't mind, right?" ”

Mr. Cao mentioned by Ma Sanbao is naturally Cao Xueqin, in the future Dream of Red Mansions, there are many poems that can praise the current environment, Cao Xueqin is also a very serious anti-Qing Restoration Party, there are many poems in his poems that praise the Ming Dynasty, Ma Sanbao's brain is constantly running, looking for the verses he wants.

"Hehe, this kid is miserable, His Majesty personally named him, I see, we don't need to find a way to make him ugly, he probably can't write any good poems himself." Hu Pengju said to Zhu Li with a smile, stretched out his hand and tore off a piece of chicken leg and gnawed it, he just waited to watch the play, waiting for Ma Sanbao to make a fool of himself in front of Zhu Yuanzhang.

"That's right, I didn't expect it, my nephew did a good deed and harmed the attendants next to the fourth brother." A smile appeared on Zhu Li's handsome and feminine face, if it was an ordinary moment when women were present, they would definitely be crazy about it, Zhu Li smiled, like the reincarnation of King Lanling.

"Your Majesty, I don't dare to say how good I am at writing poetry, but in this situation, I can indeed recite a poem, but if I can't write well, please forgive me!" Ma Sanbao bowed down and said to Zhu Yuanzhang, instructing the surrounding attendants to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and the poems he had read in the Dream of Red Mansions appeared in his mind.

"Mr. Cao, Mr. Cao, don't blame me, the Ming Emperor forced me, copy a little more of your content, isn't it too much? No, you're not born yet, so you should be able to learn from me. Ma Sanbao prayed in his heart, thinking about it, he even thought about it a little, he didn't know if the poems he borrowed from Mr. Cao should not be the case, anyway, it was over if he wrote it head-on, this is a poem praising the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty, maybe Zhu Yuanzhang will like it.

Soon, the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were presented, Ma Sanbao thought for a moment, and his little hand described crookedly on the paper, he was really not used to using a brush, and he didn't come to this world for a few days, he was a little nostalgic for the ballpoint pen in his previous life, but he wouldn't do this thing at all, otherwise, he even planned to carry forward the ballpoint pen in Daming.

"The apricot curtain invites guests to drink, and there is a villa in sight. Lingjing goose water, mulberry elm swallow beam. A wisp of spring leeks is green, and ten miles of rice flowers are fragrant. There is no hunger in the prosperous world, so why be busy with farming and weaving. Ma Sanbao wrote on the pen word by word, Zhu Di beside him couldn't help but read it out loud, for a while, Ma Sanbao was surrounded by a lot of guests, and even the fifth prince Zhu Hu, who liked medicine before, couldn't help but join the onlookers.

"Good poems, good poems, produced by virtuous brothers, must be high-quality! I, Zhu Di, really can't write such poems. Zhu Di praised while reading, causing displeasure to Hu Pengju and Zhu Li.

"Your Majesty hasn't listened to it yet, so you say it's a good poem? Fourth Highness, you are inevitably too tolerant of your subordinates, right? If it's a bad verse, you're going to be implicated. Hu Pengju looked at Zhu Di with ill intentions, and scolded loudly, his eyes full of disdain, "A rural villager, what shocking poems can he write?" I don't believe it, everything has to be decided by His Majesty. ”

"Hu Pengju, don't go too far! The poem of the virtuous brother, you can't write it in your life! You haven't even heard it, so you deny it like this, it's too early to make a conclusion, right? Zhu Di stared at Hu Weiyong and Zhu Li beside Hu Weiyong, his eyes almost burst into flames, and on the field, there was a strong smell of gunpowder, these two seemed to be burning at all, as long as they looked at each other, they would quarrel, causing Zhu Yuanzhang's displeasure.

"You guys are too close, I haven't heard it yet, Gonggong Li, go get it for me, let me hear it, what kind of poetry is it, let them praise it!" Zhu Yuanzhang squinted his eyes slightly, playing with a pair of walnuts in his hand, and the maid next to him sent the treasure fruit into Zhu Yuanzhang's mouth, Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand and motioned to the eunuchs around him to step forward.

The eunuch named Gonggong Li stepped forward, stretched out his hand to take the paper on which Ma Sanbao had written poems from the crowd, brought it to Zhu Yuanzhang's side, and stopped.

Looking at the eunuch's mouth that was about to open, Ma Sanbao's heart was in his throat, don't look at the guests around him The princes are rave reviews of their poems, but the real boss is still Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Yuanzhang didn't open his mouth to applaud, all this is not over, he is still the first one named by Zhu Yuanzhang to compose poems, Zhu Yuanzhang will definitely study his works harshly.

"Mr. Cao, you must bless me to be able to pass through His Majesty's discernment, otherwise, it will insult your name, if you don't like this, it will not be in line with your identity as an anti-Qing and Ming restoration party!" Ma Sanbao prayed silently in his heart, for fear that Zhu Yuanzhang would not be willing to cut himself off, so who would he go to reason?

"The apricot curtain invites guests to drink, and there is a villa in sight. Lingjing goose water, mulberry elm swallow beam. A wisp of spring leeks is green, and ten miles of rice flowers are fragrant. There is no hunger in the prosperous world, so why be busy with farming and weaving. The eunuch opened his mouth to read, Zhu Yuanzhang heard every word and sentence, he closed his eyes and savored it, and soon, he stretched his frowning brows and applauded in his seat.

"Huh? This poem, it's good, I appreciate it very much, Wen He, I am very confused, although the poem is very charming, but it feels incompatible, can you explain to me, why do you write poetry like this? Zhu Yuanzhang opened his mouth and said, this evaluation made Ma Sanbao's hanging heart relax, and it was very rare to be able to get an emperor's overture.

"What's the luck of this kid? Can even make His Majesty fall in love with his poetry? Hu Peng gritted his teeth angrily, he glared at Ma Sanbao, who had infinite scenery, "I don't know where this kid copied the poems from, I want to see how he explains it, this kid can write such wonderful poems at this age, I don't believe it." ”

"Don't be noisy, listen to him." Zhu Li frowned, obviously a little displeased.

The first two sentences of this poem are to describe the prosperous beauty of His Royal Highness's mansion, as the poem says, conveying the spring breeze in the apricot red willow green, wine flag fluttering this derived from the vibrant atmosphere, no, now is the birthday of His Royal Highness Yun Wei, is a symbol of vitality. The last two sentences of the poem, there is no other meaning, is to promote the prosperity of our Ming Dynasty, His Royal Highness Yun Wei is the royal blood of our Ming Dynasty, on the birthday, but also to sing the praises of the beauty of my Ming Dynasty, but also to show Your Majesty governing the country in a good way, the people live and work in peace and contentment. Your Majesty, what do you think of what I have said? Ma Sanbao bowed his head and waited for Zhu Yuanzhang's response.

"Hahaha, what a prosperous beauty, the prosperous Ming Dynasty, what a talent! What you say is absolutely true! My Daming, as you said in your poem, there is no hunger in the prosperous world, why do you need to be busy with farming and weaving! Your flattery, it's just right, I'm in a good mood, so let's do it, Wenhe, what are your wishes, you can mention it to me, I try to satisfy you, how about it? Zhu Yuanzhang was very happy, he couldn't help but straighten his back when he was reclining, and his eyes kept looking at Ma Sanbao, so he understood why Zhu Di strongly recommended this son.