"Big brother, why is it Mei again this year?"

Sitting opposite the eldest prince Li Cong was the second prince Li Ying, and the two were also at odds with each other on the surface.

"Who knows what my aunt thinks?"

Li Cong smiled, but the contempt in his voice made the second prince Li Ying on the opposite side very uncomfortable, he knew that the eldest brother had always rejected him, maybe because he was the most powerful contender for the position of the eldest prince and crown prince, right?

"It's a real headache, I knew I wouldn't be here this year."

Li Ying is the worst poet among the princes, but he comes to participate every year, originally this year he invited the most famous literary master of the dynasty, and Zhang Jiuling is the prime minister He Zhizhang as his own concubine, personally instructing his own poems, and, before participating in the poetry meeting, he also bet on a lot of topics, and tried to make a number of poems, just thinking about tonight to be in the limelight, who knows, this year's theme is Mei again! He didn't expect that this year's aunt would continue last year's old path!

This time he was completely blinded, and all his previous efforts were wasted.

"The second brother doesn't have to give up on himself, everyone knows that the second brother followed Master He to learn poetry this year, and his skills are refined, and a poem with a plum theme is naturally difficult for the second brother."

The eldest prince Li Cong looked at Li Ying with a gentle elder brother smile on his face.

But in fact, as soon as he looked at Li Ying's face, he knew that this second brother was a complete straw bag.

However, Li Ying is arrogant, especially for his younger brothers and sisters whose background is not as good as his own, so just now when Li Xiang was late, the indifference and arrogance shown by the second prince Li Ying are much more gentle.

"Zhang Zheng, why did you say that my aunt came up with such a poem topic this year?"

Li Xiang in this side of the box is also as big as two for a while, he remembers that last year's poem was Mei, but he never thought that this year would be again.

This is also too uninspiring.

"Yes, Third Highness, Her Royal Highness the Princess is really good at tossing people."

Zhang Zheng's voice was soft.

Regarding the prestige of Princess Yuzhen, looking at the world, no one dares to disobey, so although he is as panicked as everyone present, he is only complaining in private after all.

"Hey, little guy, the two poems you made last time, our husband liked them very much, how about you help this king tonight and make another poem on the theme of plum blossoms?"

Li Xiang of the Third Highness has no choice at this moment, although his poetry skills are okay, but which one here is good tonight? He asked himself if he could compare to them, but he had seen the two poems that Yang Jian had written a few days earlier, and he believed that perhaps, this little doll would be his secret weapon to win this year. Therefore, after leaving Dr. Qian's medical center, he suddenly turned around and returned and took him with him to attend tonight's New Year's poetry party.

And what annoyed him the most was that the poem that Yang Jian gave him last time was originally a plum blossom-themed poem, but the poem had already been presented to Master Taifu to read, and it would be embarrassing to use it now, because the poetry club stipulated that it was a new poem that had never been published and was created on the spot!

Thinking of this, his intestines were full of regret.

My aunt really does this kind of surprise attack every year.

"Third Highness, can I get paid?"

Yang Jian was not flustered at all, his big black eyes looked at Li Xiang, like two bright stars in the night sky.

"Remuneration?"

Li Xiang was also stunned by Yang Jian's little head.

There are two reasons for his shock, the first is of course that this little guy is ashamed to take on his task without thinking, and the second is that he actually talked to himself about the reward so openly!

"yes, you should be paid for what you do, shouldn't you?"

Yang Jian tilted his little head and looked at Li Xiang with a smile.

"Of course, you say, what do you want?"

Li Xiang was also amused by Yang Jian's confident appearance, and when he looked back, a person who asked you for compensation was a good ally, and the two did not owe each other, and it saved them from worrying about the future. He is most afraid of the kind of person who helps you do things and doesn't want to be paid, you know, personal debts are the most difficult to repay, who knows what moth they will come up with next time for you to help solve it?!

"I haven't thought about it yet, anyway, in this reward, my sister's medical expenses will definitely not be counted, as for the other conditions, I haven't thought about the other conditions, and I'll tell Your Highness next time I think of it."

Yang Jian thought about it, such a poetry meeting, if he did Li Xiang to win the championship in one fell swoop, of course that kind of credit was not as simple as the medical expenses of thirty literature, and the cost would definitely be higher, but how high it would be, he hadn't thought about it yet.

"You haven't even figured it out yet?"

Li Xiang was a little surprised.

"Yes, Your Royal Highness is afraid?"

Yang Jian blinked his eyes, his round face, white and chubby, cute, and unbeaten.

"Who said that, but I told you, you didn't make a condition today, but this king promised you first, and your conditions in the coming day will not hurt the heavens and reason, and the lion will not be allowed to open his mouth!"

Li Xiang is not a fool, there are some things that have to be guarded against.

"Ok, deal!"

After Yang Jian finished speaking, he stretched out a pair of fleshy fat fingers, and pinched Li Xiang's fair and handsome face.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Li Xiang's face turned red.

You must know that he is His Royal Highness the Third Tang Dynasty, and it is too presumptuous to be pinched by a child in front of the public like this, right?

"Little brother's face looks so good—"

Yang Jian pursed her meaty mouth and praised in a milky voice.

"Nasty!"

Li Xiang's anger suddenly subsided, but a red cloud appeared on his face.

"Hehe, okay, I have to think about it, how to compose poetry, Your Royal Highness Little Brother."

After Yang Jian finished speaking, he retreated to his body and sat on the futon, his small eyes gently closed.

Li Xiang and Zhang Zheng were silent, for fear that they would disturb Yang Jian's poetry.

Outside Chang'an City, the heavy snow is still blowing one after another, dashing.

In the courtyard, the cold fragrance of plum blossoms comes without wind.

Snow?

Yang Jian closed his eyes, but his mind was racing.

His mind flashed with the ancient poems he had studied.

There's a lot to know about snow.

However, tonight's situation is different, and he must help Li Xiang win the championship, so that he can open a price code next time will not make him too stingy and make a generous move.

But which poem to use?

Yang Jian's face was calm.

Li Xiang and Zhang Zheng looked at him so confidently, and they also became quiet for a while.

The two of them put hot water on the small charcoal stove on the coffee table.

When the hot water began to gurgle and bubble, he stood and grabbed the kettle, filled the teacup in front of Li Xianghe and himself, and brewed twice as fragrant strong tea.

On a cold winter and snowy night, warm up with hot tea.

Li Cong and Li Ying looked at Li Xiang and Zhang Zheng below them, and they were also a little surprised, they didn't expect that the third brother and the son of the Prime Minister's Mansion tonight had already seen it like this, presumably they also knew that this year's poetry meeting would definitely not win the championship, the house, these two guys have never won the championship in the poetry meeting, even if they followed Zhang Jiuling, the first minister of poetry and literature in the court, it was useless, after all, it was talent and acquired acquisition to pay attention to poetry.

Li Xiang and Zhang Zheng are young after all, and their talents are not outstanding.

Therefore, watching the two of them drinking tea leisurely, I didn't feel strange in my heart.

What made them feel strange was the other table behind Li Xiang.