"This song "Song of the Goose" is good, Lu Guogong gave birth to a good son, let's not rush to comment first, let's take a look at the next few poems, look at Qin Huaiyu's."

Hearing that he wanted to read the poems written by Qin Huaiyu, Qin Shubao was a little unsightly.

His own son, he still understands, what kind of poems will he write there?

On weekdays, he knows what to do with Cheng Chumo, and he knows best what is in his stomach.

Wouldn't it be a shame if this was read out?

However, just as he was thinking like this, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

This Cheng Chu Mo is not as good as his own son, why did he write such a good poem?

Qin Shubao had a little hindsight.

It's weird.

At this time, Cheng Biting Jin was still complacent, completely unaware of what he might face later.

It's not good, it's not good.

He looked at Li Shimin again, and felt more and more that Li Shimin might know something.

He felt they might have fallen into a trap.

Just when Qin Shubao was thinking about this, Li Shimin had already read out Qin Huaiyu's poem:

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt.

Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

After Li Shimin read out the song "The Wanderer's Yin", Qin Shubao's face suddenly became very ugly.

Sure enough, this thing is strange, when did his son become so good and able to write such a sincere and touching poem?

If it's just a sincere and touching poem, then that's it, the key is when did your son leave home? When did you become a wanderer?

There are so many people in the family, who has sewn him tightly?

This poem was definitely not written by his own son.

Qin Shubao's eyes were a little heavier, but Cheng Yanjin didn't notice it at all, and he still threw a look at Qin Shubao.

"Lao Qin, your son is not bad, only a little worse than my son, I think Yong'e is a little better."

Cheng Yanjin is still a little smug.

And at this time, some other people have already been a little unbearable.

"Shengshang, I'm afraid this poem was not written by Qin Huaiyu, as far as the minister knows, he has never left home, and besides, what kind of identity is the Duke of Yiguo, this dress is torn, and it still needs to be sewn tightly?"

"Yes, Holy Lord, this is really strange, I must call them up and ask them for clarification."

"There is also that Cheng Chumo, he doesn't learn anything on weekdays, what poems can he write, he must have stolen poems from there."

Someone said that his son, Cheng Yanjin suddenly wanted to be angry, but he was not a stupid person, after so many people questioned, he immediately doubted, when will his son write poetry?

Even if his son can write poetry, how can Qin Huaiyu also write poetry?

It's weird, can't both of them suddenly be able to write poetry, right?

Cheng Yanjin felt that his son could write, but it was nothing, and Qin Huaiyu could also write, so it was strange.

Thinking of this, Cheng Yanjin also suppressed the anger in his heart.

At this time, Li Shimin was not in a hurry at all, waved his hand, and said, "How about letting me finish reading the next two poems, one is by Yu Chi Baolin, and the other is by Li Zhen." ”

Li Shimin said so, what else can everyone do, they can only let Li Shimin continue to read.

In this way, Li Shimin read the poems of Yu Chi Baolin and Li Zhen, and their poems are similar to the poems of Cheng Chumo and Qin Huaiyu, which can be regarded as catchy, and they can easily be passed down through the ages.

No one can say that this poem is not good after listening to it.

However, after Li Shimin finished reading the poems of the two of them, everyone felt more and more that they had a problem.

If you want to say that a person has a good personality and has written a good poem that can be circulated, then it is reasonable, but the four people who often play together have written a good poem, then it is strange, there must be something wrong with this.

After Li Shimin finished reading, Su Dingfang and the others jumped out again.

"Holy Lord, look, look, isn't that enough to explain everything? There is a problem, there is a big problem, the four of them can be said to be average in their daily lives, or even no, how can they suddenly write this kind of poem that has been passed down through the ages? ”

"Yes, Holy Lord, they must have stolen other people's poems, or bought them with money, all four of them bought them, Holy Lord, this matter must be severely punished."

"This is a disgrace to their fathers, who are their fathers? Those are all the founding heroes of my Datang, my heroes of the Tang Dynasty, Shengshang, do you say that they are worthy of their fathers when they do this kind of thing? ”

"This is simply a bad heart, such a person, I'm afraid it will be difficult to have anything to do in the future."

“…………”

Everyone kept talking, it can be said that they said all kinds of ugly words, Cheng bit his face, wanted to have a seizure, but he didn't know how to have a seizure.

Seeing this situation, Li Shimin waved his hand, then looked at Qin Shubao and the others, and said, "Lu Guogong, Yi Guogong, you are most familiar with your son, how do you think this matter should be handled?" ”

Qin Shubao's face was slightly red, this matter was indeed a bit embarrassing.

"Holy Lord, after the minister goes back, he must discipline the dog well."

"Minister...... The ministers also discipline the dogs. ”

At this time, they don't need to defend anything, or ask Cheng Chumo to admit that they cheated, because this matter is too obvious, and it is difficult for them to believe in their son.

Seeing Qin Shubao and Cheng Biting Jin like this, Li Shimin nodded and said: "Young people, it is inevitable to make mistakes, this matter, you can just discipline it after you go back, but after reading these poems, what I am most curious about is where they got these poems, you know, people who can write such poems are absolutely unusual." ”

Li Shimin mentioned this, Qin Shubao and Cheng Yanjin were also very curious, this is indeed not something that ordinary people can write.

At this time, Li Shimin had already called Cheng Chumo and a few of them up.

At this time, they all lowered their heads, without the slightest intention of quibbling, because even they felt that quibbling was useless, after all, there were too many flaws in "The Wanderer's Yin", and it was definitely not something that a person of their identity could write.

Moreover, if Li Shimin asked them to write another poem, would they still be able to write it?

If you can't write it, then what's the quibble?

"I won't punish you for this, but you must tell the people behind the scenes, that is, who taught you these poems, tell me."

Everyone else also turned their eyes over, to be honest, they were also curious, when did they come out with such a talent in Datang??

However, in the face of the Son of Heaven's inquiry, after several people looked at each other, they did not have the slightest meaning to say.

This matter is a big problem, they can't implicate Cui Shaoqing.