Li Muyun raised his head and looked at Li Shimin with an aggrieved expression: "Your Majesty, I have difficulty choosing!" ”

"What's the choice difficulty?" Li Shimin frowned slightly.

"Your Majesty, you're afraid you don't know yet, do you? I have a nickname in San'in County, called 'Poetry Jar', which means that there are too many poems, so you asked me to compose poems on the theme of spring, and I don't know which one to choose at this time. Li Muyun spread his hands and explained.

Shameless, it's so shameless, how can people be shameless to such an extent, even though they haven't written a single poem, they just drag time there, but they say it so justifiably!

The 'vice principal' scolded in his heart, but his mouth was not without ridicule: "So Mr. Li has a lot of spring poems?" Why don't you chant them all and taste them together? I believe that when the time comes, His Majesty will definitely choose a good one among them. ”

To be honest, there was only less than a quarter of an hour before and after, and the 'Vice Principal' never believed that Li Muyun could write several poems in one breath in such a short period of time, in his opinion, this was that Sven scum bluffing!

However, Li Muyun didn't seem to understand his ridicule at all, but said with some confusion: "Isn't this okay?" If so, if I win, you, old man, will say that I am bullying less. ”

Speaking of which, the 'vice principal' can't care about anything, anyway, Li Shimin already knows what happened, and there is no point in hiding it, so he said directly: "Hmph, how can the old man be as shameless as you think, Li Muyun, don't worry, as long as you can win, the old man will not say a word, and immediately resign and leave, but if you lose, in front of His Majesty, you must not have the face to continue to stay in Taixue." ”

Li Muyun was waiting for the old guy's words, and when he saw that he took the initiative to say it, he couldn't help but show a smug smile: "Nacheng, you old man don't give up if you don't see the Yellow River, you don't cry when you don't see the coffin, today Lao Tzu will let you see and understand, what is a genius." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, show your poems!" The 'vice principal' is still full of confidence in his poems, and he never believes that Li Muyun, a young man, will be better than him.

However, Li Muyun suddenly showed an embarrassed expression at this time, and held back for a long time before saying, "No, I still don't know which one to choose." ”

"Oh, why are you so troublesome, why don't you read all the poems in the first half of the sentence, and then we will all help you choose." Among the people present, only Changle, a little girl, took Li Muyun's words as true and took the initiative to help him come up with ideas.

And everyone else was standing aside and watching Li Muyun act there, no one believed that Li Muyun would make several poems in such a short time, of course, limerick poems don't count.

Even a few old guys who followed Li Shimin to Taixue had completely given up their plans to watch the excitement, and ran to the edge of those pits not far away to play, and one by two were stuffed into the pit with the help of the palace forbidden army.

Li Shimin didn't seem to want to continue the trouble, and after listening to Changle's words, he glared at Li Muyun fiercely and said, "Then do it according to my daughter's wishes, Li Muyun, tell half of your poems, and I will naturally help you choose." ”

"Okay then." Li Muyun nodded, although he still wanted to pretend to be a calf for a while, he still understood the principle of moderation, so after nodding, he cleared his throat according to Li Shimin's meaning: "Let's start with the first song: the clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon; The second song: The light rain in the heavenly street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is nothing; The third song: the grass warbler flies in the February sky, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke; The fourth song ......".

"Stop, stop!" Before Li Muyun could continue reciting, Li Shimin had already interrupted him, frowning and pacing back and forth.

And the 'vice principal' stood to the side with a pale face, looking at Li Muyun with fear.

Not to mention what the fourth poem will be, the first three 'half-poems' alone are no longer under his poem, and if he is allowed to continue, God knows how many more.

Of course, the 'vice principal' would not think that Li Muyun's poems were copied, because in terms of his knowledge, if Li Muyun's three poems were copied, he could find some clues from his memory.

After all, listening to the first half of the three poems alone, it can be determined that they are all hand-me-downs, and it is impossible for someone to make them unknown after they have been made. Besides, even if he himself didn't know, how could His Majesty Li Shimin, the Emperor, not know, even if His Majesty the Emperor didn't know, wouldn't anyone else know?

Looking at everyone's blank and shocked expressions, the 'Vice Principal' was also sure that everyone present must have never heard of these three poems, so it could be proved that these three poems were indeed written by Li Muyun.

God is pitiful, everyone present was deceived by Li Muyun, a guy from more than 1,300 years later.

Li Shimin and the 'vice principal' actually have similar ideas, he has also not heard of these three poems, and because of the lessons of the past, His Majesty the Emperor still has 80% trust in Li Muyun, after all, there were four or five poems such as "Chivalrous Journey" that came from Li Muyun's mouth.

Therefore, His Majesty the Tang Emperor is not entangled in who the original author of the poem is, but in the complete version of the poem he wants to hear.

It turns out that this is a special choice problem! Li Shimin turned around several times, and suddenly found that he also seemed to have difficulty choosing, because he didn't know which one to listen to.

Because in his opinion, these three poems with only half a sentence have completely and completely crushed the one of the 'vice principal', so as long as he comes up with a full version of Li Muyun, he will win, and the other two will naturally not need to be taken out.

And it seems that His Majesty the Emperor is not the only one who has been infected by Li Muyun with difficulty in choosing, and the ministers who came with the emperor are also very entangled.

Because of their different personalities and preferences, each of the three poems has their own favorite, but the other two seem to be masterpieces that have been handed down to the world, so of course it would be good if you could listen to them.

Tangled, so tangled, no one who had difficulty choosing had an idea for a while, and they were all there to meditate and think hard, and they all wanted to compare the best one from these three semi-finished products.

Only Changle, the little girl, didn't care, and while no one noticed her, she slipped to Li Muyun's side, and asked mysteriously: "Hey, Li Muyun, are there any fourth and fifth songs?" Let's talk about it! ”

(End of chapter)