At that table, sat their seventh brother, Shouwang Li Mao.

There are also three princesses, Princess Shangxian, Princess Xianyi and Princess Taihua.

The four brothers and sisters were all born to the same mother, and they have always had an excellent relationship, especially their mother, Concubine Wu Hui is now becoming more and more favored, and the favor of the four brothers and sisters in the palace is also increasing day by day.

Unlike other princes, Li Mao has been talented and talented since he was a child, and he showed a talent for poetry creation early, which is also deeply liked by Emperor Xuanzong.

However, he is still young, and when he is older, he may not be so sharp.

However, Li Cong still felt that tonight's Shouwang Li Mao would definitely be a strong contender for Shikui, because of the expression on his face, the kind of self-confidence and smugness.

The three little princesses were also there to talk to each other softly, exchanging their own poems and commenting on each other. It can be seen that the poetry of these three princesses is also very accomplished.

However, he is the eldest prince, whether it is age or face, he should win the championship by himself, right?

Li Cong's heart has already turned over the river and the sea.

Among the princes, he is the eldest, but his father has not named him the crown prince, and it is rumored in the harem that there is no shortage of people who covet the crown prince among his brothers, and there are even rumors that the current teenage Shouwang and his mother concubine Wu Huifei have begun to join this plunder!

And Shouwang is the smartest and most talented one!

Thinking of this, the eldest prince Li Cong's head began to hurt again.

Time flies.

The prescribed gestation time has been quickly put into use.

The staff in the Taoist temple have also begun to shuttle in front of the seats, collecting everyone's poems.

Li Xiang only saw Yang Jian open his eyes almost at the last moment.

"How?"

Li Xiang saw Yang Jian open his eyes, and he was also looking forward to it.

The deadline has come, and this guy is still so calm.

"It's all right, Third Highness."

Yang Jian stood on tiptoe from the futon, put his little face to Li Xiang's ear, and whined.

Although Zhang Zheng sat next to them and couldn't hear a word clearly, he could see that His Royal Highness's face had changed from serious at the beginning to a rapid stretch later, and he could even describe it as smiling.

It seems that His Royal Highness is very satisfied.

I just don't know, what kind of poem did this little guy make for His Royal Highness, which made His Royal Highness so excited?

"Good, good, good!"

After listening to this, Li Xiang said three good words in a depressed manner.

"Third Highness, no matter whether you win the championship in the end or not, don't forget to agree to my conditions?"

Yang Jian sat back in his seat, a smile rippling between his brows.

"Don't worry, little greedy ghost, you won't be missing your benefits!"

Li Xiang couldn't say anything this time, stretched out his hand, and squeezed Yang Jian's fleshy little face hard.

"Third Highness?"

Yang Jian felt that the Third Highness was too excited, he felt that the flesh on his face was about to fall off!

"Hehehe-"

Zhang Zheng also couldn't help but laugh on the spot, especially the two red finger prints on Yang Jian's face.

"Nasty!"

Yang Jian glared at Zhang Zheng angrily.

However, the rumbling sound in his stomach made him feel hungry, and he had not eaten enough food all day long.

On the coffee table in front of you, you can see that all kinds of dim sum are carefully made.

Yang Jian quickly grabbed a piece and put it in his mouth.

Hmmm-

It's melt-in-your-mouth!

How can there be such delicious pastries in this world?

Yang Jian's appetite was suddenly turned on like a flood, and the snacks on the coffee table were wiped out by Yang Jian in a blink of an eye.

And over there, Li Xiang also wrote a poem and handed it over to the staff of the Taoist temple.

"Are you a starving ghost reincarnated?"

Li Xiang couldn't help but say when he looked at the pastries on the coffee table in front of him that had disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"How do you know?"

Yang Jian's little hand touched his little belly, still unfinished.

He's supposed to be a starving ghost, right?

He went to the mall in the county town early in the morning to catch the opening ceremony, but he didn't have time to eat breakfast, so he died.

Isn't it a hungry ghost, but a full ghost?

"Zhang Zheng, you go to the back kitchen of Her Royal Highness the princess to see if there are any other highnesses who can bring some more food for this little hungry ghost."

Today's Third Highness is in an excellent mood.

Even his voice was as bright and hearty as the sun of early spring and March.

"Okay, Third Highness."

Zhang Zheng looked small, but Yang Jian, who had a huge belly capacity, couldn't cry or laugh.

I don't know when I started to be the son of a dignified prime minister's mansion and became the house slave of this guy who came out of nowhere?!

"When this king wins the poem tonight, there will be a heavy reward."

Li Xiang looked at Yang Jian and said softly.

"Third Highness, are you so confident?"

Yang Jian looked at Li Xiang, as if he had more confidence than himself.

"Of course."

Li Xiang looked at Yang Jian, and now in his eyes, he was already a standard prodigy.

It's just that he can't figure it out, this is obviously a little doll's head, where are there so many magical and exquisite poems?

Could it be that he was born with a Wenqu star?

Li Xiang was puzzled in his heart.

On the other side, the poetry bigwigs and the bigwigs in the court who were invited by Princess Yuzhen to come to the review of tonight's poetry meeting have also all appeared on the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's poetry meeting has ended, and now it's time for the judging, as in previous years, for the fairness and justice of the poetry meeting, we have invited some of the best people in the field of poetry creation this year to serve as tonight's judges. They are Meng Xiangyang from Xiangzhou! ”

As soon as Princess Yuzhen's words fell, a young man with a long figure and a clear face stood up on the judges' bench, about thirty years old, but he had a bookish temperament, and he came to his face.

And he is Meng Haoran, who was named the head of the landscape idyll school in later generations?

Yang Jian's heart shook wildly, the first poem he learned after school, the world-famous "Spring sleep is not aware, birds are heard everywhere, the wind and rain come at night, and the flowers fall to know how much!" "It's from the hands of this big guy!

Oh my God, the real poet is exactly what he imagined!

That's the temperament of a poet, right?

It's just that the teacher said in class that although Meng Haoran is full of talent, he has never entered the ranks in his life, unlike countless talented people who pursued fame during the Tang Empire, Meng Haoran is the only one who took the initiative to give up the imperial examination officialdom!

Such a talent, such a character, is really a famous and extraordinary stream!

Yang Jian really didn't expect that the first judge would shock him.

And Princess Yuzhen was already reading the name of the second judge

"The second judge is Wang Shaobo from Jinyang, Hedong, Wang Shaobo!"

Before Yang Jian could react, the people in the audience were already in an uproar!

Uncle Wang of Hedong, who is it?

It is the famous poet Wang Changling in later generations!

The cold rain and the river entered Wu at night, and Pingming sent the guests to Chushan Lonely.

Luoyang relatives and friends asked each other, and a piece of ice was in the jade pot.

His Furong Lou sent Xin Gradually, after a thousand years, it is still resounding all over the world!

Yang Jian Yang Jian looked at the man who was slowly standing up on the stage, about the same age as Meng Haoran, about thirty years old, but he was burly and strong, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, blue skin, and stubble on both sides of the cheeks.

"Mr. Wang Shaobo is the judge of the King of Jin, who just rushed to Chang'an overnight to attend the New Year's poetry meeting, and we all warmly welcome Wang Shaobo!"

Princess Yuzhen is simply a natural host, even if she has not learned to broadcast and host, she still has a smooth voice, a smooth and natural rhythm, and skillful atmosphere mobilization skills.

There was another round of applause from the audience.

You must know that the three poets with the most abundant creations and the most famous poems in the Tang Empire this year are Wang Changling, Meng Haoran, and one that is even more vigorous!

"Now, please welcome with the warmest applause to the last judge of this year's poetry meeting, who is-""

Princess Yuzhen glanced behind her at this point, and suddenly paused.