"A royal pen!"

Words are shocking! Han Chongwen Du Ruhui didn't grab the cup, and the tea was spilled all over the ground, and even the heads of the Qiwang family almost stood up!

A royal pen! The emperor's personal belongings are never easily rewarded to his subordinates, and those who can receive this kind of reward are meritorious ministers! After Li Shimin ascended the throne, with Fang Xuanling's merits, he did not receive the reward of the imperial pen!

Everyone was gearing up, ready to show their hands, and Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui, who had just gotten together to whisper together, were separated.

Lao Yuan clapped his hands, and everyone saw that the waiter carried it up to the table, offering pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and there was a box on the table, not knowing what it was for.

Lao Yuan pointed to the box and said, "In order to avoid fairness and justice, the poems made should be recorded on the spot. The titles of the poems are also randomly selected! ”

Wang Xian, the head of the Taiyuan Wang family, said with a smile: "This arrangement is very good, lest some villains have already found someone to make up the manuscript!" ”

Lao Yuan wrote notes on multiple topics in front of everyone according to everyone's proposals, shuffled the order and stuffed them into the box, and then handed the box to the eunuch in front of the tent: "Please choose a topic for Your Majesty." ”

Li Shimin said leisurely: "No need, Han Chongwen, you are the most prestigious Confucian in Chang'an, it's up to you to choose the topic!" ”

The eunuch handed the box to Han Chongwen again, and Han Chongwen rolled up his sleeves and picked one at random in the box with his eyes closed.

Lao Yuan unfolded the note: "Nong! ”

Zheng Yan, the head of the Zheng family in Xingyang, glanced at Zheng Ying, the squire of the Si Xun Division, Zheng Ying didn't even think about it, he immediately got up and went to the table, picked up the pen and wrote, although there were a few pauses on the way, but after all, it was done in one go.

The quality of the poem is important, but the ability to become a poem quickly is also overwhelming!

After Zheng Jing finished writing, he read directly: "Plant seeds in spring, and loosen soil in midsummer." After the harvest in late autumn, hold the ears and wait for the cold winter. ”

Zheng Yan nodded with satisfaction, a poem with spring, autumn, winter and summer, it is catchy to read, it seems that this clansman has not let go of his knowledge even after becoming an official, not bad! Not bad!!

Du Ruhui had already finished the draft, but when he saw that this guy actually wrote a poem directly, he couldn't help but feel that this guy was no less than Cao Zhi's seven-step poem.

Zheng Yan smiled and arched his hand: "Do you have poetry advice?" ”

Wang Xian said disdainfully: "Your family is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!" This poem is written in one go, and we are more than anything! ”

Seeing this, Lao Yuan handed over Zheng Jing's poem to the eunuch.

Li Shimin, as a "town field", also has the responsibility of a referee, and after receiving the poem handed over by the eunuch, Li Shimin directly tore the paper to shreds!

Although the tent isolated Li Shimin's expression, the movements could still be seen, and everyone in the hall was startled! Zheng Ying hurriedly fell to the ground.

Lao Yuan cautiously asked, "Your Majesty, why did you tear up this poem?" ”

Li Shimin's angry voice came out: ""Saying Wen Jie Zi" cloud: poetry, zhiye. It is the poem that expresses feelings, and this poem seems to rhyme neatly, but there is no trace of emotion. And also! ”

After Leng Feng put on a mask, Li Shimin ordered the eunuch to open the tent.

Li Shimin stretched out his hands, revealing the calluses on his hands: "Look at my hands, this is left over from my spring ploughing, the spring ploughing ceremony of the imperial court, the purpose is to let the ministers experience the hard work of farming." You are the Si Xun Si Lang, have you ever seen the land you planted for the second time this year? Do you know what a 'spike' is? You probably don't know, if you know what a spike is, you can't write a poem of 'hugging the spike and waiting for the cold winter'! ”

Han Chongwen said to Zheng Ying, who was kneeling on the ground: "The so-called 'spike' is the ear of grain. When farmers harvest in the autumn, they will plow the grains on the ears of grain, shell them into rice, and hoard them. Even if you keep seeds, you rarely keep ears! ”

Zheng Jing suddenly realized!

Li Shimin snorted and said, "Zheng Jing, you have relieved Si Xunsi of his errand, and finished the land you cultivated in the spring, and then reinstated after you have eaten the grain you grew yourself!" ”

Zheng Yi said with difficulty: "Minister, the order!" ”

After Zheng Jing left in a gloomy manner, Li Shimin looked at the full house of high crowns and asked, "Who else has 'peg' poems?" ”

Out of Zheng Yi's case, who would dare to open his mouth easily!

At this moment, Li Chengqian walked out: "Enlighten my father, my son has a poem, I don't know if I can offer ugliness!" ”

Li Shimin looked at Li Chengqian and said, "The people here are all my Tang Dynasty scholars. You little kid came out to offer what ugliness, and you still don't retreat! ”

Fang Xuanling remembered Li Chengqian's performance and hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, since the prince wants to compose poems, let him compose them!" We can also check for the prince! ”

Li Shimin nodded and said to Li Chengqian: "Write!" ”

Li Chengqian picked up the pen, wrote a poem in one go, and after drying the ink, he said "shyly": "In the middle of summer last year, Erchen once witnessed the hard work of the peasants weeding, so he wrote a poem with this title: On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops fall into the soil. Who knows that Chinese food is hard work. ”

"Good poetry!" Yao Silian and Han Chongwen shot the case at the same time!

Fang Xuanling hurriedly took the paper from Li Chengqian's hand, as if he was holding a treasure.

The face of the head of the Qiwang family was like earth, and it was hard to believe that this poem was written by a child like Li Chengqian. However, the topic of "agriculture" was proposed by Li Cheng, the head of the Li family in Longxi......

Li Shimin turned his head to Leng Feng and said, "This poem is very familiar, I remember that you chanted it!" Isn't it a bit ...... for Cheng Qian to steal your poems to win?"

Leng Feng glanced at Li Shimin: "The apprentice uses the master's poems, can it be said that it is misappropriated?" ”

Of course, this poem is also a famous work by Li Shen after Leng Feng stole it for more than 100 years, but can theft across time and space be called theft?

Li Shimin could only pretend to be very pleased and said to Li Chengqian: "You can know the hard work of the farmer, and know that the food on the plate is not easy to come by, very good!" I'll give you my royal pen! ”

After Li Shimin finished speaking, the eunuch who accompanied him gave a small brocade box to Li Chengqian, and Li Chengqian took the brocade box and did not accept it, but walked up to Han Chongwen and said: "Mr. Han bowed down to preach the world and was one of the people that Chengqian admired the most. I would like to borrow my father's gift and give it to Mr. ”

Han Chongwen had long coveted the imperial pen, and after taking it, he was relieved: "The prince of the Tang Dynasty knows the suffering of the people of Limin, and it is a blessing for me!" ”

Li Cheng saw that Li Chengqian and Han Chongwen were touting each other in a daze, and couldn't help but say to Lao Yuan: "Since the 'poem' item has already produced results, you can start the competition of 'words', right?" ”

Lao Yuan took out the box again: "Hehe, of course you can." Regarding the 'word', the prizes set by His Majesty are - Royal Ink, Royal Ink! ”

Scold! The four treasures of the study, pen, ink, paper, inkstone. The appearance of the royal pen is already a surprise, and now there is ink and inkstone again! I just don't know what "paper" is!

Lao Yuan held the box in front of Han Chongwen again, but Han Chongwen still rolled up his sleeves, closed his eyes, and stretched out his hand......

"Battle!"