This sense of superiority makes Li Shimin feel that he is better than others, and this kind of greatness is not only reflected in the fact that he is a king, but others are ministers.

It is also reflected in the fact that his son is better than the sons of everyone who followed him to fight the world, and this superiority is the pride of being a father.

As soon as they saw the smugness and smile on Li Shimin's face, the eldest grandson Wuji and the others felt bitter in their hearts, but they had to laugh and echo it. Because Li Shimin is here, no one wants to be disappointed.

And when I thought of the performance of my children and nephews at the next poetry meeting, the bitterness in my heart was even worse.

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Spring scenery!

Since ancient times, it has been a good thing for literati. At this time, Shuiyun poetry will start with spring, which is really good.

Li Chengqian and Li Tai frowned and thought, they naturally wanted to make a brilliant poem that shocked everyone, so as to spread the world and gain fame and fortune.

And both of them knew what kind of powerful energy the person standing behind this Shui Yunxuan was. A good poem is enough to move the world.

Once a prince moves the world, and then walks in the Tang Dynasty with the style of a corporal of courtesy and virtuous, it will inevitably attract the world's wizards to come.

That's the reality!

Everyone wants to take a step forward, everyone wants to shine, and everyone wants to rely on the strong to survive.

It's just that some people work hard to become strong, and Li Ke thinks so at the moment. He clearly knows that today, above the Shuiyun Poetry Club, it is an excellent occasion for a person to become famous with a poem and a poem to amaze the world.

With the social status of the lord of Shui Yunxuan, everything that happened in this poetry meeting that affected the entire Chang'an would reach the ears of Li Shimin, the master of the Tang Empire.

For all this, Li Ke figured it out almost instantly. As long as a poem becomes famous in Shui Yunxuan, it will definitely be passed on to Li Shimin.

For the poems describing spring, although Li Ke doesn't know much, he will not be less.

Especially backed by the 5,000-year-old cultural heritage of China, it will inevitably be able to kill with one blow.

"Third brother, this is half a pillar of incense, have you figured it out?" Li Zong was the youngest, and at first he couldn't help it, and said.

Li Zong's words immediately attracted the brothers in the private room. For a while, everyone looked at Li Ke in the middle.

"Brothers, don't be impatient, isn't it just a poem describing spring, for the brother to capture!"

Li Ke knows the character of these people, and they are very enthusiastic about the female color of the Oiran, and the second generation of the gentlemen of this era are extremely interested in wealth and sex.

After all, among these people, except for Qin Huaiyu, the rest are the second sons of the family, and the world and titles and rewards laid down by their father have nothing to do with them.

Because of this, they don't have much to pursue except for money and beauties, because the Datang is safe and secure, and they have no other place at all.

As soon as he thought of this, Li Ke smiled and said, "Brothers, you have to remember that our goal is not to pass on the poems. Today, our brothers gather, and we should have wine and beautiful women to help us. ”

"Today, Shui Yunxuan Zhongjian Nanchun enjoys it to the fullest, and this king will win the Chang'an Oiran to add wine to the red sleeves of the brothers and cheer up the brothers."

Speaking of this, Li Ke stood up: "Pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are waiting, this king wants a poem today to shock the world!" ”

"Yes!"

Xiao Weizi nodded in agreement, turned around and walked out of the private room, took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the maid who was already waiting at the door, and brought it in.

Spreading out the paper, Li Ke dipped it in ink, picked up the pen and waved it out, and a line of twisting and pinching made the brush words jump on the paper.

"Jasper is made up of a tree high, and ten thousand green silk threads hang down. I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. ”

"Can the third brother still win the first place in this poem, how does it feel a little simple?" Cheng Huailiang asked in a daze, and looked up at Li Ke: "And the third brother, your words are too crippled!" ”

The rest of the brothers were also puzzled: "Third brother, are you sure that King Wei can't do this, this is too simple, peerless poems shouldn't be bitter and difficult to understand, ordinary people can't understand it!" ”

Only Qin Huaiyu did not follow the trend, but looked at the poems that jumped on the paper and frowned.

Li Ke looked at the crowd of passionate people, and couldn't help but cover his face, he never thought that he would be embarrassed with these people at the beginning.

Look at who these people are, the second generation of the top army in Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty, is actually illiterate, and he doesn't even have basic common sense.

One by one, there are five people and six people, but they don't know the goods!

This scene made Li Ke laugh directly, because he knew that this song was a famous poem by the great poet He Zhizhang, and it was an immortal poem that could really be passed down to future generations.

As a result, these people, one of whom said the other, actually disliked the poem as too simple. Li Ke really wanted to pick up the soles of his shoes and slap them a few times, telling them that there was once a bullish character surnamed Bai, who only pursued that the old lady could understand.

"Only when everyone understands it, this is a good poem!" Li Ke waved his hand and said to Wei Gou: "Go and take the poetry seat out, so that these ordinary people can open their eyes." ”

At this moment, Li Ke was also a little embarrassed in his heart, and his cheeks couldn't help but have a fever.

This poem is a good poem, but this line of words is really ugly. Li Ke only inherited the memory of the original owner, and did not inherit anything else.

Therefore, Li Ke, who has never mentioned a brush in his life, naturally can't write the words of iron painting silver hooks.

"The eighteenth private room of the word B is a poem!" At this moment, a deep voice sounded on the high platform in the center: "Jasper is made up of a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down." I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, please comment!"

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As soon as this poem came out, it immediately caused a commotion on the third floor. This time, the judges are all Confucianism and high-ranking officials.

These people are pursuing words in this life, and they are naturally very good at poetry, books, etiquette and music, and they immediately know the sharpness of this poem.

"Good poetry!"

At this moment, even Li Shimin and others in the No. 1 were surprised. It's not that this poem is bad, but it's so good that they are surprised.

Although there is a private room, all the curtains on the private room are made of glass, and as the emperor, Li Shimin is naturally aware of the people who appear in the private room.

In the eighteenth of the word B, they are all a group of gentlemen, who were once the six young heroes of Chang'an.

Although Li Shimin, as the king of a country, is busy with government affairs, he is also aware of the messy virtues of these people. Because of this, as soon as this song came out, it was full of shock.

"Good poetry indeed!"

Fang Xuanling smiled leisurely: "The first sentence writes about trees, which means that the willow tree is like a slim beauty who has been dressed up." ”

Moreover, the willow has two meanings when compared with jasper: one is that the name jasper is related to the color of the willow, and "bi" and the "green" in the next sentence are mutually generated and complementary. ”

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