The crown prince didn't see Emperor Tang's dissatisfaction, because his attention had always been on the saint of the Yue Kingdom, and when he heard Emperor Tang finish speaking, he smiled and said: "Father, the holy daughter also said, we are many literati and ink writers in the Tang Dynasty, this poem is not difficult?" When it comes to composing poems, Erchen can make a ready-made one! ”

After the prince finished speaking, he glanced at the saint of Yue Kingdom proudly, as if to say: Brother is so powerful!

As soon as these words came out, the officials in the palace glanced at each other, many of these people were from the prince's camp, but at this moment, they also felt that the prince's words were a bit reckless, at this time, they really shouldn't come out!

He is a prince, not a scholar, besides, their scholars are not stupid enough to come out at this time, didn't they look at Emperor Tang's face?

Just as the crown prince was looking at the saint of the Yue Kingdom with a complacent facet, Emperor Tang said in a deep voice: "Yizhi, you should step back first." There are so many scholars in the palace, and when it comes to composing poems, they must have a lot of ideas, so I think it's better to let you Aiqing write them! ”

Emperor Tang, who was still hesitating, had to agree to the proposal of the Holy Maiden of Yue after the prince said that, and instead introduced this poem to the scholar in advance.

After all, if the prince himself is on it, but in the end he can't write any good poems, in front of the envoys of the four countries, his face will be embarrassed!

But none of the scholars in the hall took the initiative to speak first, this matter is not so easy to deal with, and if Emperor Tang calls himself, he will consider himself unlucky, but now he must not come out!

Seeing that no one answered, the smile on the prince's face became even stronger, and he thought that everyone knew that he wanted to compose poetry, so no one dared to come out and steal his limelight!

You can teach!

"Father, since you are all so modest, let your sons make a song! Isn't it beautiful to be inscribed on the painting of the princess of Yue Kingdom? ”

Emperor Tang was angry in his heart, and before he could speak, the Holy Maiden of Yue Kingdom spoke: "Your Majesty Emperor Tang, the Great Tang Heavenly Treasure Earth Spirit is the land of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has read all the books of sages and sages, and he must have a lot of attainments in poetry, and the little woman also wants to hear about His Royal Highness the Prince's masterpieces! ”

At this point, Emperor Tang had no reason to refute, he was a little angry in his heart, and at the same time said helplessly: "Since this is the case, then Yizhi will write poems for this painting!" ”

When the prince heard this, he smiled happily, and walked up to the holy woman of Renyue Kingdom—his eyes were fixed on the person for a long time, and then he shifted to the painting, paced a few steps pretendedly, and then read:

"Qingming also dressed up the wine, swept the leaves and fished the boat drunk and lying in Xiang.

The emptiness should not be evil, and the tent has passed the river.

The dancing gulls are coupled, and the broken road dissolves and looks melancholy.

The cold soak is sparse, and the bewitching Feiyan is fragrant. ”

After the prince finished reading, he looked at the officials in the palace very proudly, he was very satisfied with his poem, and his gaze at the saintess of Yue Kingdom became even hotter.

This poem is indeed written by the prince, if it was put in the past, he may not have been inspired, but after seeing the saint of Yue Guo today, he suddenly burst out of inspiration and was out of control, so he made this poem that made him extremely satisfied.

When the prince finished reading, the hall was silent.

The people present are all from civil officials, even if their level is limited and they can't write any high-quality poems, they can still taste poetry and comment on words.

In all fairness, this poem cannot be said to be bad, especially when it is written on the spot.

But compared with this painting, I always feel that this poem is not a good match, in other words, although this poem is good, but it is not as good as this painting, even if the title is up, it is also covered by the limelight of this painting, which is a pity.

"Good poetry!"

I don't know who took the lead in shouting the first sentence, and then the officials rushed to shout as if they had an epiphany.

"This kind of rotten poetry...... A bunch of sycophants! ”

Zhang Twelve pursed his lips and muttered.

Mo Li glanced at him sideways, and wanted to say something to him, but after thinking about it, it seemed that he was really qualified to say this, so he smiled and said, "What, you also want to go up and write a poem?" ”

Zhang Twelve shrugged his shoulders and was noncommittal.

Although this poem did not make Emperor Tang feel amazing, it was generally above the horizontal line, so he was not too embarrassed, and his face eased a lot.

The high-spirited prince looked at the saintess of Yue Kingdom with a smile and said, "Saintess, how is the poem in this palace?" ”

"Your Highness is talented, this poem is indeed excellent......"

The Holy Maiden of Yue Guo leaned over and said, which made the prince feel very useful, and said to the guards next to him: "Give this palace pen and ink, and this palace will inscribe this poem on this painting, which is also a beautiful talk!" Haha......"

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Seeing the prince's performance like this, Zhang Twelve was speechless.

At this moment, he was very suspicious that with such a low EQ and IQ of the prince, how did he become the prince?

Emperor Tang is sitting on it, you dare to give orders so wantonly, is there still Emperor Tang in your eyes?

But he sighed again, who made the family the prince?

If other people dared to say that, they would have pulled it out and cut it off, right? But he is the crown prince, even if Emperor Tang is unhappy - he is just unhappy......

But Zhang Twelve was more interested in this Yue Kingdom saint and the Yue Kingdom behind her, he really didn't know much about Yue Kingdom, so he asked Mo Li.

Mo Li didn't ignore him this time, but told him in detail.

After listening to her, Zhang Twelve sighed a lot.

It turned out that he only knew the daughter country of Xiliang in Journey to the West, and there was also Xiliang in this era, but this Xiliang was not Xiliang, and it was a little far away......

However, this Nanyue country is a daughter country - this is not to say that this country is full of women - after all, there is no Shengnu River, and it cannot be explained from the perspective of reproduction alone.

It is said that the country of Nanyue is a daughter country, mainly because this country is ruled by the empress, and it has been the case for generations!

Unlike other countries where men can have three wives and four concubines, the Yue Kingdom has always practiced monogamy, and only the men of the empress and princess are eligible to have two wives at the same time, which is still to give birth to the next generation, if the empress has been giving birth to children during her reign, it will inevitably affect the government, and only one woman will increase the number of offspring - it is indeed not very possible to say the past.

This also leads to the Holy Maiden.

The saint is not the leader of any gang or organization, but as soon as the princess is born, the queen will find a girl of the same size and excellent conditions to grow up with her, and when the princess reaches the wedding year, the queen chooses a good son-in-law for her, and this man can have both the princess and the saint, the princess is the successor of the queen in the future, and the saint is mainly responsible for giving birth to ......

Zhang Twelve's mouth widened when he heard this, and he was still envious of that man in his heart - this is a good deal to marry one and get one free!

Mo Li snorted with great disdain when he saw his expression, and then told him that this man was beautiful on the surface, but he was not.

As a princess, a man has no real power, not to mention, he can't leave the palace, and the most he does in the palace is to have sex with the saint and give birth......

Hearing this, Zhang Twelve couldn't help but be stunned: this pedal turned out to be a stallion - no, it was a breeding pig, and it was specially responsible for mating......

Having said that, Zhang Twelve couldn't help but have some longing for the South Vietnamese women's country, and really hoped that one day he would go to the women's country to see if the sky was bluer and the water was clearer......

And Mo Li told him much more than that, because she was in charge of the defense of Emperor Tang, she also knew some things that ordinary people didn't know!

Yue Guo is located in the south of the Yangtze River, the atmosphere is not much different from Jinling, the literary style is prosperous, and the combat power is not particularly strong, so some time ago there was a war with Wu State, and it was only over that Yue lost money in defeat.

Yue Guo may have heard about the last time the three princes of Wu came to Jingzhou and touched a gray nose, so this time he came to the court not just to give gifts, but to make peace with the Tang Dynasty!

And the princess who is friendly is the third princess of today's empress, and she is also the least favored one, so she will use it to be harmonious.

And this saint is the saint daughter of the three princesses, and if she is married, she will marry together.

When Zhang Twelve heard this, he suddenly realized, why is the prince so diligent, if it is a family, he will marry two at once, and the appearance of this saint is really superior, it is estimated that he is very chicken now, right?

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The guard was also a little embarrassed when he heard the prince's words, Emperor Tang was on top, he should not have listened to this order - but the other party was the prince, which was a little difficult......

Just when the guard didn't know what to do, Emperor Tang nodded to him, and the guard was relieved and ran down to get pen and ink......

Everything was developing in the direction that the prince wanted, looking at the woman in front of him, the prince was almost jumping with his index fingers and his heart was surging, but the saint's next words made him a little embarrassed-

"His Royal Highness the Prince, don't you need to worry about the inscription, right? The little woman saw that there were so many literati in this temple, should they also be allowed to write poems and inscriptions? ”

As soon as the saint finished speaking, the prince's face changed, and he glared directly at the saint of Yue Kingdom, and said in an unkind tone: "Dare to ask the saint, what do you mean by this?" Could it be that the poems of this palace are not worthy of your princess's paintings? ”

The prince naturally knows whose holy daughter this saint is, and why she came to the Tang Dynasty!

A princess who doesn't even want to see her own mother and sends her out to kiss her, isn't it more than enough for her poems to match her paintings?

This saint still dares to dislike it?

In the future, when she comes over with the third princess and her relatives, I will see if I don't kill her!

The prince thought fiercely, and sometimes there was a lewd and yd expression on his face, which made the saint of Yue Kingdom look disgusted, but he said with a smile: "Your Highness, don't be angry!" I believe that Your Highness knows very well how this poem is, and there is no need for the little woman to repeat it! ”

When Zhang Twelve heard this, he was really impressed by the performance of the saintess of Yue Guo who was neither humble nor arrogant, and at the same time he was extremely contemptuous of the prince: Don't you have a point in your heart to match whether you are worthy or not?

But the prince's brain circuit is too long, and he thinks that the saint of Yue Guo is praising him - because he thinks everyone thinks he is good at poetry!

Then he changed his tone again, and said with a smile: "In that case, why didn't the saint let the palace inscribe a poem?" ”

"Your Highness, if you look closely at this painting, it is less than five feet, which can be described as small and small. Although His Highness's poem is good, it is as many as fifty or six words—this painting really can't be written! ”

What the saint of Yue Guo said is true, this painting is not big, there is not much blank space, and the prince's poem is too long, if the whole title is on - is this an inscription in the painting or a painting in the word?

Obviously you want the finishing touch, you fucking draw another dragon - isn't that stupid?

When the prince heard this, he thought that it was really like that, if he said this, he felt that he had found enough face, at least everyone recognized his poems very much, and the reason why he didn't use it was because of the force majeure that the number of words was not suitable, and his heart suddenly felt a lot more comfortable......

glanced around, and said happily: "Hey, this is how poetry is written in this palace, and suddenly there is a spring of literary thoughts - I want to write a short one, but I can't!" ”

"His Royal Highness has made great achievements in the way of poetry, and the little woman really admires ......"

As she spoke, the Holy Maiden of Yue Guo bowed her salute again......

The prince was simply happy, and felt the pinnacle of his life, and said to the saint of the Yue Kingdom: "Bengong is indeed good at writing long poems, as for short poems, although Bengong is not good at it, but he knows that someone is good at it!" ”

Zhang Twelve originally thought that this thing would continue to brag, saying that he was even proficient in short poems, and then he would write a spicy-eyed short poem - this saint of Yue Kingdom is afraid that there is no place for crying, right?

The saint of the Yue Kingdom was really relieved when she heard the last sentence of the prince, the number of words she said was too much, but it was just perfunctory - if it was really a masterpiece, what if there were many words?

Fortunately, he didn't say that he was also good at this short poem, and he was afraid that it would be difficult for him to end at that time, for this Tang prince, her heart was full of boredom at this time, but she couldn't show it too obviously......

"Oh? I wonder who else is good at short poems? ”

The Holy Maiden of Yue Guo asked.

"Yang Zexin, the grandson of the prime minister of this dynasty, is a master of poetry, known as "the first genius in Jingzhou", since the saint likes short poems, then let Yang Gongzi make a short poem! ”

After the prince said this, he shouted to Yang Zexin in the crowd: "Young Master Yang, you come to compose a short poem for the holy woman!" ”

Yang Zexin in the crowd stood up, but his expression was not very natural, he looked at the prince, and did not answer, but glanced at Emperor Tang behind the prince.

The prince realized something at this time, he was too proud just now, he completely forgot that Emperor Tang was behind him, and now he remembered the cold sweat on his body, and hurriedly turned around and said: "Father, the son of the emperor on a whim, he was open-mouthed, and he hoped that his father would forgive him!" ”

After he looked at Emperor Shangtang's gloomy eyes, the whole person couldn't help but tremble......

Emperor Tang was indeed angry, and when he was still present, the prince was like entering a no-man's land, and he commanded the officials in the palace, which was not to put himself in his eyes!

Especially in front of the envoys of the four countries, what is he trying to do?

It was also because the envoys of the four countries were there, and Emperor Tang didn't say much about the prince before, because if he said that, the prince's face would be lost, and it would be difficult for him to raise his head in the future......

"Yizhi, you step down......"

Sighing heavily in his heart, Emperor Tang said in a deep voice.