Wang De's statement reminded Li Shimin, and he also felt a little thirsty, and said, "Take it." ”

Wang De handed him a piece of ice cream and helped him remove the wrapper. Li Shimin held the ice cream and felt a little cold in his hands.

He tentatively brought it to his mouth, and suddenly, a cool fragrance came to his nose. He took a bite, and a cool feeling was refreshing.

His eyes widened, he took a few bites in a row, and praised, "Good thing." ”

The son, who had been staring at the ice cream in Li Shimin's hand for a long time, stretched out his little hand from the arms of the eldest grandson, and said in a milky voice: "Father, eat it." ”

Li Shimin handed over the ice cream in his hand.

Seeing that the children were eating with relish, the other young princes and princesses all showed greedy eyes in their eyes.

Li Shimin said; "Wang De, bring some more and let everyone taste it." As he spoke, he picked up another stick of ice cream and ate it.

Zhou Qian and the others carried the box, which was covered with thick felt, forming a simple refrigerator. They were distributed everywhere.

In the hot summer, the charm of sorbet is irresistible, not to mention those children, even the dignified and reserved eldest grandson queen can't help but praise: "The taste is really good." ”

There was chaos in the venue, and people were talking about it while eating.

Xiao Qian and Kong Yingda, the two old men, saw that the venue was chaotic, they were a little angry, and they couldn't help but want to maintain order.

At this time, Zhou Qian brought them a plate of ice cream and ice cream, and after the two old men tasted it, they immediately forgot the idea of maintaining order for the time being.

In the whole venue, there was a sound of eating, and the poetry competition suddenly turned into a cold drink conference.

Murong Ling and the others were secretly happy, thinking that the advertisement for cold drinks was a great success.

Li Tai ate an ice cream and an ice cream, and then ate another ice cream and an ice cream, and then he felt that something was wrong.

He said in his heart: "It's Li You's rammer again, this is here to stir up the situation." The good and elegant poetry club was made a mess by him, where is there still a little elegant atmosphere? ”

Old Man Xiao also noticed that something was wrong, and his throat was now refreshed, so he coughed a few times, stood up and said, "Now, the poetry competition continues." ”

After eating the cold drink, the noble children were refreshed and began to offer poems.

The sons and daughters of Xungui have received a good education since childhood, and there is a general environment in which poetry is respected by the entire Tang Dynasty, all of them are good at poetry, and those girls are even more with poetry all day long. Today, I want to show my hand on this occasion.

Soon after, the judges handed over the poems they had written, and three of them were selected.

Wei Zheng is a specially invited notary, and things like announcing the results are announced by him.

Many noble disciples have been preparing for a long time, and even found a gunman, all of them are full of confidence, and they are all staring at Wei Zheng's big mouth.

The first name Wei Zheng pronounced was Changsun Chong.

Changsun Chong is the eldest son of Changsun Wuji, a famous literary youth, and his brilliance is not surprising.

The eldest grandson Chong was dressed in a purple robe, and when he stood there, the wind god was like jade.

The eldest grandson, Wuji, grinned with satisfaction.

The second is Xiao Wanyu.

For this famous talented woman in Chang'an City, everyone still has no objection.

Xiao Wanyu stood there, slim.

Old Man Xiao happily showed his dentures. Xiao Dongchang's eyes were so smiling that there was only a slit left.

The next one to make his debut, as soon as he heard the name, he was thundered. Look at where people are standing there, stupid and coarse, and suddenly shake the audience.

Yu Chi Baoqi, who subverted everyone's imagination, stood beside the two golden boys and girls with a big grin, forming a strong contrast.

No matter how surprised others were, Wei Chigong stood up excitedly, turned around and arched his hand and said, "Everyone, it's my son, it's my son." ”

The military generals felt invigorated when they saw Wei Chigong's son brilliant, and this kind of thing in the past was basically the world of civilian officials.

Cheng Yanjin had already learned the truth from Cheng Chuliang, and couldn't help laughing. said: "Big old black, you can do it." ”

Then, the three of them recited their own works.

The eldest grandson Chong first recited a poem called "Commemoration of Qu Zi's Feelings", which won unanimous praise from everyone.

Then there is Xiao Wanyu.

Today's Xiao Wanyu has deliberately dressed up, and her original dignified and beautiful appearance has been lightly retouched, making her even more elegant and beautiful.

She groaned: "The night is sleepless and the autumn air is clear, and the candles are frequently cut for three watches. Make the bed cool full of sycamore moon, and the moon is bright in the absence of sycamore. ”

The poetry is beautiful, the people are beautiful, the voice is beautiful and pleasant, and there is a sound of praise all of a sudden.

Murong Ling was conceited and beautiful, and when she saw Xiao Wanyu, she couldn't help but secretly compare herself with her.

Next is the people's Wei Chi Baoqi.

Yu Chi Baoqi grinned and said: "The bright moonlight in front of the bed, 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." ”

He is stupid and coarse, and his voice is similar to that of a crow, but who dares to say a "no" word in this poem!

Li Shimin nodded frequently and praised: "I didn't expect Wei Chigong's son to do a good poem." ”

Empress Eldest Sun also praised: "This poem has a good style and artistic conception." ”

The generals of the military applauded in unison.

Wei Chi Gong was so beautiful that he didn't know what to say, and said vigorously: "It's my son, it's my son!" ”

Changsun Chong and Xiao Wanyu had to be convinced, their poetry skills were superior.

The poets and leaders who had crossed the single-plank bridge after thousands of troops looked at the poems of Chi Baoqi, and suddenly felt that their name had been lowered a lot.

Next, it's time for the three of them to fight each other.

The eldest grandson Chong exerted his strength to eat milk, exhausted all his talents, and made a poem called "Farewell in the Rain of Baqiao", which won a burst of applause.

Xiao Wanyu was very unconvinced, she chanted softly: "The bamboo shakes the shadow and covers the window, and the birds are noisy at two o'clock. Xie but the begonias flew away, and the sleepy weather was getting longer. ”

Empress Eldest Sun praised: "What a good poem." ”

In the admiration of everyone, the eldest grandson Chong was very convinced, and bowed to Xiao Wanyu and congratulated.

Wei Chigong heard everyone praise Xiao Wanyu, although he couldn't hear it, but he felt that his son might not be able to do it. So, he didn't hesitate anymore, and quietly hoped that his son could work a miracle.

Yu Chi Baoqi suddenly felt a little nervous, because the following poem was too long to remember.

He raised his arm, pretended to wipe his sweat, looked at the tips on it, and suddenly felt confident. He recited:

"When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world?

Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

Quiet, quiet, silent.

The stupid and coarse Yu Chi Baoqi chanted such beautiful poems in his mouth, which made people feel very weird.

Xiao Qian and Kong Yingda had already stood up, their mouths open, not knowing what to say.

Many of the women had tears in their eyes, so moved that they didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Li Shimin stood up, took a few steps forward, and chanted aloud:

"When is the bright moon...... I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

Li Shimin's voice was pure and infectious, and the tears of those women suddenly gushed out.

The field was boiling.

Everyone followed Li Shimin and recited aloud: "I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles." I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for a long time!"

"Wow", in the midst of the soft sobs of the women, a man's cry was particularly harsh: "Wow, it's my son, it's my son!!"

Kong Yingda knew Yu Chi Baoqi too well, and he asked with a look of disbelief: "Did you write this poem?" ”

Yu Chi Baoqi puffed his chest and said, "Of course. ”

Xiao Qian asked, "Can you explain the meaning of your poem?" ”

Yu Chi Baoqi said solemnly: "Poetry is used to express feelings, and it can only be understood that it is not speakable and can explain poetry, is it still called poetry?" ”

Xiao Qian looked ashamed and said, "The old man has been taught. ”

Since then, a great poet has been born, and he has a loud and world-famous name - Yu Chi Baoqi!