"Okay, I won't play dumb riddles with you, Poor Dao now officially announces that the poet of this year's Tang New Year Poetry Club is the outstanding descendant of our Tang Li clan, the prince of the current emperor, the loyal king, Li Xiang!"

Princess Yuzhen's voice trembled slightly.

"Brother, brother, congratulations, congratulations, congratulations-"

Princess Xianyi and her two little sisters had already jumped up when Princess Yuzhen talked about the current emperor and prince, and congratulated Shouwang Li Mao loudly.

"Sit down!"

But he never thought that Shouwang Li Mao's face was obviously full of red light and excitement, and when Princess Yuzhen said the last word, the red light and excitement disappeared instantly, and the smile stiffened on his face.

His gaze was like two stars that had suddenly fallen in the night sky, and the light suddenly disappeared.

There was only sadness and loneliness on his face.

Absolute and heavy.

"What? Brother? ”

The three little princesses also suddenly realized something, looked at Li Mao with a confused expression, and then turned to look at the imperial aunt Princess Yuzhen on the stage, and finally, they fell on the body of another imperial brother, Li Xiang, who was not far away.

"Is it possible?"

This is the language on the faces of the three little princesses.

Also having the same doubts as him is his brother, Shouwang Li Mao.

and the eldest prince Li Cong and the second prince Li Ying at the next table.

There was a sudden silence in the room.

There was silence for ten seconds before a burst of applause erupted.

The applause lasted for a long time.

Almost tore off the roof of the Jade Temple.

"Okay, now we have to invite this year's Shikui to the stage!"

After Princess Yuzhen finished speaking, her eyes searched for the banquet in the audience.

He saw Li Xiang in the audience.

It's just that what makes her feel a little surprised is that her nephew Li Xiang is also very excited and excited, but in addition to the excitement, there seems to be a little bit of indescribable calm.

When did this kid become so confident?

Princess Yuzhen couldn't help but wonder, but then she was happy and relieved.

It is a blessing for the Li family of the Tang Dynasty to have such a talented descendant, and besides, he has already made a poem that is enough to shine in the annals of history last time, and it is naturally not surprising that this one can have such a level.

However, what Princess Yuzhen couldn't see was the excitement in Li Xiang's heart like a war drum beating wildly at the moment, his surface calm was just trying his best to suppress and hold back, he already knew the level of the poem that Yang Jian gave him, and getting the poem should be in the bag, but who knows, will he meet a more powerful master?

However, his aunt's announcement was undoubtedly his victory.

Yes, he won!

He became the poet leader of this year's New Year's Poetry Meeting of the Tang Empire!

There was a moment when he had tears in his eyes, but he held back.

Tonight is a starry night, and for him, it is a bit hard, but it is also a little unexpected.

He loved the surprise.

"Thank you, aunt, thank you judges, thank you brothers and sisters here, it really makes Li Xiang feel honored to be able to win the reputation of tonight's poetry! However, tonight is just one, in the future, Li Xiang will study harder, study diligently, and live up to the expectations of the emperor, aunt and husband! ”

After Li Xiang finished speaking, he held back his tears and bowed deeply to the audience.

He knew that at this moment, there was a person sitting in the audience who was even more meritorious to him tonight.

This bow is also for him.

From the bottom of my heart.

"Congratulations, Xiang'er, my aunt is proud of you! I believe that your mother will also be happy for you, come on, enjoy the child! ”

Li Xiang's life experience, Princess Yuzhen knows best.

She could understand the unspoken words in his heart, the unspoken ones, the unthankful ones.

"Thank you, auntie!"

Li Xiang heard his aunt mention his biological mother, and he couldn't control his tears anymore.

"Okay, good, Xiang'er doesn't cry, my aunt is proud of you, everyone is proud of you, now, let's invite our poet Li Xiang, the poet of this year, to read the poem he made tonight to everyone with warm applause!"

After Princess Yuzhen finished speaking, she looked at the audience, and used her extremely rendering voice to drive another wave of applause in the audience.

"Thank you,"

Li Xiang wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, calmed his emotions, and then spoke, gently but forcefully, reciting the poem he had just written tonight.

"A few plums in the corner,

Ling Han drove alone.

Remote knowledge is not snow,

For there is a dark fragrance to come. ”

Li Xiang's recitation had just ended, and there was another sea of applause in the audience, almost annihilating Li Xiang alive.

Yang Jian looked at Li Xiang on the stage, and his ears were full of noisy applause and cheers.

He couldn't have imagined that poetry had such a charming charm in the Tang Empire.

A poem can cause such a huge sensation.

This posture, this scene, is not worse than those superstars who held concerts in later generations!

For a moment, Yang Jian felt that he was like attending a superstar concert tonight, and Li Xiang on stage was that superstar!

However, it is clear that the superstar should be himself.

Yang Jian also had a moment of jealousy.

"What are you thinking?"

Zhang Zheng on the side suddenly asked.

"Tonight's little brother looks like an emperor superstar!"

Yang Jian looked at Li Xiang on the stage, looking obsessed with a little fan.

"Emperor Superstar?"

Zhang Zheng frowned.

What is the emperor superstar?

The night in Chang'an is really cold.

The snowflakes in the sky were even more violent, and the cold currents in the air were like rivers, and the unbridled shouts outside the house made a loud crackle of the papier-mâché windows.

Yang Jian didn't feel cold at all, he now felt his blood boiling.

If he had chased a lot of stars in his previous life, he himself almost became a star later, but those stars are nothing compared to the three giant stars in front of him!

No matter how powerful those pop superstars are, how many of them can appear repeatedly in your textbooks from elementary school to middle school, and occupy the front pages of their time forever?

However, the three in front of you can.

"What are you looking at?"

Li Xiang returned to his seat, but saw Yang Jian's round little face, and he was reluctant to retreat from the stage with an obsessive gaze.

"I'm looking at the Emperor's superstar, little brother!"

Yang Jian stretched out his finger and pointed at Wang Wei and the others on the stage.

"Emperor Superstar?"

Like Zhang Zheng, Li Xiang was also confused when he heard this word.

"Oh, little brother, don't worry about it, can I know them?"

Yang Jian felt that his voice began to tremble slightly, and he was afraid that Li Xiang would refuse.

"You want to get to know them?"

Li Xiang looked at the direction of Yang Jian's small eyes, and he probably knew it in his heart.

"Uh-huh-"

Yang Jian nodded vigorously.

"Of course there is no problem, little one."

Li Xiang agreed very simply.

"Thank you, little brother-"

Yang Jian stood up from the futon with a hula.

"Come on, come with me, and I'll introduce them to you."

Li Xiang stretched out his hand and grabbed Yang Jian's fleshy little hand.

Zhang Zheng looked at Li Xiang and felt that he seemed to be different tonight.

He thought about it, but he couldn't think of anything different about him.

But the people in the back seat and the upper seat have unusual colors in their eyes.