The Shangsi Festival is approaching, and the entire Chang'an City is filled with a pleasant atmosphere before the grand festival, including Li Chengqian.

He is very indifferent to this Shangsi Festival, so he is a little uninterested, and the Shangsi Festival in later generations has become a local festival like the Songkran Festival, which has long been not a national festival, and it is normal for him not to be interested.

"Dingdong, you have a courier, please pay attention to check."

Li Chengqian's eyes lit up, this is the real source of happiness.

He opened the courier box, and there were five folding umbrellas in it, which were very useful daily necessities, but now the umbrellas are also very good, and they should have all of them, that is, the skeleton is not iron but wood, and the umbrella cloth is not plastic but paper or cloth.

Put away the folding umbrella, Xiaocui came.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, do you need to prepare a few poems, you can use them when the time comes."

"What for?" Li Chengqian was puzzled.

"Shangsi Festival, everyone eats, drinks and has fun by the river, a son of His Royal Highness the Prince's age, naturally has to chant poetry, maybe a young lady of any family, a certain Oiran will admire you." Xiao Cui said.

"Isn't it possible to get an Oiran for money?" Li Chengqian was greatly surprised.

"Negative Sentiment from Emily, +68"

Li Chengqian's words are too straightforward, although he is quite right......

"If you admire you, you will naturally have different benefits." Xiao Cui said.

After speaking, she also blushed, what did she say! It's embarrassing.

Li Chengqian didn't have any big mood swings, he thought about it, and it was indeed the case, if he could get the heart of a beauty, he could naturally unlock more poses.

He is not in a hurry, China has been in China for 5,000 years, 3,500 years or more, and the next 1,500 years of poetry and songs, sorry, they can all be his originals, it depends on how much he can remember.

Thinking of this, Li Chengqian twisted his neck and said: "I'll go and sleep first, this king embroidered his mouth and vomited, poetry and songs are naturally not a problem, there is no need to prepare in advance, what kind of ability is it to prepare in advance?" ”

"Negative Sentiment from Emily, +87"

She looked at Li Chengqian like a fool, like this kind of event, there are generally two ways to compare, one is to take the poems written the year before and compare them with many people, and the other is to chant poems on the spot and compare them with others.

Many masterpieces are written in advance, this is natural, after all, the on-site chanting poems, written are the grand scene of the Shangsi Festival, written rotten, nothing new, and even can be prepared in advance, therefore, or the former is more convincing.

Temple of Manna.

Empress Changsun was also preparing for the Shangsi Festival, and the first thing she thought of was the chivalrous song that Li Chengqian had chanted to her before.

"Xiaomei, have you ever recorded the chivalrous line of Gao Mingyin that day?" Empress Eldest Sun asked.

"There are records." Xiaomei Road.

"Fetch it for Hongu." The eldest grandson queen said.

In a short time, Xiaomei brought the chivalrous line, and the eldest grandson queen watched it a few times, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt that it was very good.

"Xiaomei, you said that if this chivalrous line is placed in the Shangsi Festival poetry meeting, how many places can it get?" Empress Eldest Sun asked.

"Xiaomei doesn't understand poetry, but Xiaomei thinks that this poem is very atmospheric, and the poems that will be published in the Shangsi Festival in previous years are not as good as this one, so it will be a well-deserved top of the list."

"This palace also thinks so, in this way, when the poetry meeting of the Shangsi Festival, this poem is sent to participate, and Gao Ming is going to give this palace a long face." The eldest grandson queen said.

"Yes."

Reissanjeon.

"Your Majesty, the selected poets at this Shangsi Festival Poetry Meeting, I hope Your Majesty can meet them, and this is also an encouragement to students all over the world." Kong Yingda said.

Li Er frowned, this kind of poetry meeting is like the champion selected by the world's No. 1 martial arts conference, but in fact, it's just like that, it's all a small fight.

Can the poet of the poetry club compare to his jinshi? Is the champion of the martial arts conference comparable to his general? There is simply no comparison.

"I've been unwell lately, and I don't want to see anyone, so forget it." Li Erdao.

Kong Yingda was stunned, what does being unwell have to do with not being able to see the living? This reason for rejecting him is really a bit too perfunctory!

"The people who participated in the poetry meeting this time are not any living people, there are many sons of ministers who want to participate, Your Majesty may meet with people who are very familiar with each other, and please agree to it." Kong Yingda said.

Li Er had no choice but to say, "Okay, I'll agree to your request." ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Kong Yingda is very proud, he has made a lot of arrangements this time, in fact, it is to pave the way for his students, win the poem, and be received by His Majesty, this is a great honor, and the future can be expected!

He couldn't wait to go back and let his students write poetry.

"I have already told Your Majesty that he will meet this year's poet Kui, you can write it for me now, write it and show it to me, I will pass the test if I say it is good!" Kong Yingda said.

His students are full of enthusiasm one by one, they want to see His Majesty, it is even more difficult, learn that there are a lot of people who can't get into the Jinshi at the age of fifty, and this time Shikui can meet His Majesty, it is simply a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

When the time comes, maybe Your Majesty will ask some plans for governing the country, and you will say a few nonsense words yourself, and when it comes to the point, it will be a step to the sky!

Cheng Fu.

"You three, hurry up and write to me, if you can't write a poem, you won't be allowed to eat!" Cheng bites the golden road.

He walked around in front of his three sons with a horsewhip in his hand, his three sons held pens, lying on the table and didn't know where to start.

Cheng Yanjin himself can't write poetry, but his appreciation level is not ordinarily high, when Cheng Chumo was forced to write poetry for the first time a few years ago, he still thought about perfunctory, but he didn't expect Cheng Yanjin to slap him directly after reading it, and then he didn't dare to write nonsense.

Cheng Biting Jin said: "Let me tell you, this year's Shikui can be received by His Majesty, and you all have to work hard to get Shikui!" ”

With a flick of the pen of the three of them, Shikui can get it casually? The three of them together can't do it!

Cheng Chumo said tentatively: "I've met Your Majesty, don't you need to write poems, and you don't need to participate in this Shangsi Festival poetry meeting?" ”

Syllable!

Cheng Biting Jin whipped it onto the table in front of Cheng Chumo.

"What you want is to see him in a different scene, think about it, if you win the poem, how surprised your majesty will be at that time? Why can't you get his reuse in the future? Cheng bites Jin Dao.

Cheng Chu wants to cry without tears, even if he is reused in the future, it will be on the battlefield, what does it have to do with writing poetry? It's not because he writes poems well, let him recite poems every day!

Then, Cheng Chumo found that he was thinking too much, and at his level, he was given poems every day? Let's take a break.

"What a surprise! Write for me seriously! Cheng bites Jin Dao.

Cheng Chumo hurriedly wrote carefully.

Li Chengqian turned over in his sleep, and all these fiery preparations seemed to have nothing to do with him.