"It's better to be happy alone, than to be happy with everyone!" Li Shimin took off the jade pendant on his waist and continued to make a bad idea: "Luo Tong is a student who only went to Hongwen Hall to study today!" Poetry is one of the most important disciplines of Hongbunkan! Who of you would like to come out and point out the Rotong! Whoever wins, my jade pendant will belong to whoever it is! ”

"What if I win?" Luo Tong asked.

"Naturally, it's yours, if you pass the second level of poetry and books, I will give you an additional official position!" Li Shimin said with a smile, and his appreciation was beyond words.

"Of course, if other students have real talent and real learning like Luo Tong, I will not spare my official position and be promoted exceptionally! I have an official position, it depends on whether you have this ability? ”

In an instant, the eyes of the students looking at Luo Tong were full of deep jealousy, jealous of the emperor's importance to Luo Tong.

You must know that it is the dream of thousands of scholars to sell it to the emperor's family, but how to sell it to the emperor's family, of course, is to let the emperor know that now the opportunity has come, if he can beat Luo Tong, who is valued by the emperor! Isn't it ranked in the emperor's heart, and he has an impression, and he will not be on the rise in the sky after that.

Luo Tong glanced at Li Shimin, Li Shimin pulled hatred for himself like this, did he let himself be the catfish in the catfish effect?

Cheng Chuliang patted Luo Tong's shoulder and said noisily: "Old Luo! Your Majesty appreciates you so much, as long as you win two more games, haha, the husband has made great achievements, and he will be here today. Lao Luo, it is not difficult for your dream of worshipping the marquis to come true. ”

Luo Tong pulled his hand away and said with a straight face: "Luo someone doesn't have such lofty ideals, and he doesn't want to live so tired!" In fact, my dream has not been to be an official, I just dream that my family has thousands of acres of fertile land, all day long, sleep until I wake up naturally, count the money until my hands cramp, and then marry twenty-nine beauties as daughters-in-law, one a day, and when I meet thirty, give myself a holiday. When I'm usually fine, lead a group of dog minions to the street and tease the women of a good family......"

Li Shimin and the others were almost glaring at each other: "......?!" ”

Cheng Biting Jin and Yu Chi Jingdeqi said: "Wow, how is it exactly the same as my dream when I was a child? ”

Everyone was amazed: "......??! ”

However, this seems to be the common dream of the vast majority of men, and now, many second-generation officials in Chang'an are developing in this direction.

Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui's second son is a leader again! Their achievements in this area are no less than the gains of Fang Du Erxiang in government affairs!

"Your Majesty, father, my lords, the eldest son Sun Chong is willing to ask for Brother Luo's knowledge on behalf of the Hongwen Pavilion." The eldest grandson coughed lightly and came out first! Just lost someone and threw it to his grandmother's house, he was anxious to save his image in front of Li Shimin and the eldest grandson Wuji!

Of course, the most important thing is Princess Changle, who makes every man struggle for decades!!

"Okay, I accept!" Luo Tong smiled chicly! Then, I gave Princess Changle and Cheng Ling a flying kiss and blinked!

Princess Changle and Cheng Lingsu blushed when they came, and Li Shimin beside him was even more angry and blew his beard and glared at Luo Tong, who glared at Luo Tong viciously, as if to say: "The kid is not afraid to tease my daughter in front of me!" ”

The eldest grandson's face turned green, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Let's make a poem for the occasion!" Let's take Mei Xue as the theme! ”

"Shameless!" Qin Huaiyu said with contempt in his heart.

You must know that Changsun Chong has always called himself the little poet saint of Hongwenguan, although he boasts more, but it can also be seen that he has really worked hard in poetry.

"Ahh Luo Tong looked at Changsun Chong in surprise, and said in his heart, is the other party his undercover agent! You must know that you are a traverser with 300 Tang poems!

But Luo Tong's surprise was seen by the eldest grandson Chong as a weak heart, although poetry is a necessary skill for every student, but this is often the most test of knowledge, or there are only a few poets who are not very famous.

Changsun Chong was secretly proud in his heart, for Luo Tong's assessment this time, he racked his brains all morning to write poems, and wrote a lot of good poems in advance for backup, even if he didn't write Mei Xue's poems, he also had other alternatives.

"Lao Tzu has been reciting ancient poems since he was a child, and Mei Xue's poems are even more backwards! As long as Lao Tzu is willing, he can write these two eternal images to death. ”

Luo Tong looked at Changsun Chong with an idiotic expression, an expression of being kicked in your head.

The eldest grandson Chongrang looked uncomfortable, feeling that Luo Tongna's eyes were looking at a pig.

After a while, Luo Tongcai "reluctantly" said: "Stuffing poems while stuffing poems!" ”

"Hey! Hit the trick! Cheng Lingsu said regretfully on the side, how could she not see that Changsun Chong had already prepared? glanced at Princess Changle beside her, smiled evilly, and then said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "It's so unfair!" What's the difference between this and cheating? This eldest grandson Chong is really a hypocrite, blind to that polite appearance, alas! However, character has nothing to do with appearance! Hee-hee, I still like Brother Qingxiao's straightforward 'real villain'. ”

Secretly glanced at Princess Changle's eyes, and found that her expression was really cold, and Cheng Lingsu, who had achieved her goal, grinned and stopped talking!

"You first!" Luo Tong arched his hand and said! He was afraid that he would recite a poem casually, and Changsun Chong would be embarrassed to read out his work.

After all, he is the son of the eldest grandson Wuji, so he still has to give face to this reincarnated Chen Ping, otherwise, it will be miserable to target him.

“…… When the winter arrives next year, it will be opened with one place again. ”

After the eldest grandson finished composing the poem, he stood proudly and looked around the audience.

"Good!"

The students of Hongwenguan applauded, I have to say that Changsun Chong still has a level, his poems are about Mei Ao Qunfang, proud of the wind and bones of winter snow, whether it is words and sentences, or agitating emotions, they are all one top one.

"The eldest grandson Chong is worthy of being a famous talent in my Hongwen Pavilion, this shot is really extraordinary!"

"Look at how Luo Tong is rampant now, if I want me to say that I still obediently admit defeat, so as not to be embarrassed."

"Luo Tong is lost!"

"I'll just say, Luo Tong is humiliating himself."

“………………。”

The popularity of the eldest grandson Chong in the Hongwen Pavilion is still quite high, and the students are proud for a while, saying that Luo Tong has not started as if he has lost.

Even Li Shimin nodded slightly, Changsun Chong's poem is indeed atmospheric and superior. The chances of a turnaround are slim to none.

"Shhh Qin Huaiyu and the Five Immortals of Peach Valley also sank, they didn't expect to be able to come up with such a high-level poem. Although they are not good at writing and ink, they can distinguish between good things and bad things. This poem is indeed good.

This doesn't look good. Cheng Biting Jin was even more bitter, now it is not a question of paying Luo Tong 110,000 taels, even whether his capital of nearly 200,000 taels can be kept is a problem.

"Big nephew, you must hold on!" Cheng Yanjin secretly prayed in his heart.

"How is this poem, please comment on it." Eldest Sun Chong said proudly.

Luo Tong smiled indifferently and read: "There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone." I know that it is not snow, because there is a dark fragrance! ”

This plum blossom poem does not describe the form of plum blossom branches and leaves, but deliberately writes the character of plum blossom "Ling Han blooms alone", writes its refreshing "dark fragrance", and expresses the deep affection of not forgetting the original intention, as always, and not regretting it.

As soon as this poem came out, a judgment was made.

Hongwenguan Square was quiet, and no one moved.

Even if they are prepared and know that this is a good poem, but when they hear such a peerless poem, their hearts are shaken, not to mention that they are all readers, and they are usually intoxicated with poetry, and they are even more intoxicated, just like drinking chilled sour plum juice on dog days.

"What an iron bone!"

Li Shimin praised it, and at first he also felt that Changsun Chong was good, but there was harm in comparison. Moreover, the feelings expressed by Luo Tong are very similar to the environment he is in, as if he was forced by someone to be restrained and deep.

"Luo Tong cheats!" A well-dressed student suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence.

"You know that too? Could it be that he also crossed over? Luo Tong glanced at the student in surprise!

"Luo Tong's family has a plum garden, even if this plum blossom poem is his work, it is also the result of thousands of tempers, even if it is good, it is not as good as the eldest grandson's temporary work." The student has a good reason.

It turned out that it was not crossing, but it was overheard by Cheng Lingsu in the morning, and he came out to refute it with sufficient reason.

"Luo Tong, what do you say?" Li Shimin asked with a smile, Luo Tong's poems should be in response to the situation and the situation, he didn't doubt it, but he was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and he was very happy with this-for-tat academic atmosphere.

Luo Tong said indifferently: "I have nothing to say, just change the image and compare it again!" By the way, my family is Merlin; Uncle Qin's house is a bamboo forest, and Uncle Cheng's house has a peach valley peach forest! So, peach and bamboo are also forgotten. ”

Cheng Lingsu grinned: "Brother Qingxiao has been in the Turkic steppe for two or three months, and Biansai poetry can't be compared!" ”

Cheng Chubi grinned and said, "It's more than a love poem!" ”

Cheng Chuzheng immediately said: "That's not good, Lao Luo wants to ask for twenty-nine daughters-in-law, and he has already prepared twenty-nine love poems." ”

Cheng Chuli said: "That's right, according to me, it's still a bar." ”

Cheng Chuliang said: "No, no!" When he was ten years old, he turned all our six immortals over, and this drinking was his forte. ”

“……”

When they heard this, they all laughed. The four immortals of Peach Valley were very happy, and then denied one image after another, and the reasons were more than sufficient for each other.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Li Shimin had a black line, and hurriedly stopped the Cheng brothers who were talking very high, and let them continue to talk, this farce can't end even for three days and three nights, he has a lot of opportunities every day, and he is anxious to arrange things to deal with the Turks, but he doesn't have time to accompany them: "I thought of a theme!" ”

He glanced at everyone and said, "You are all teenagers who are going to school, you should cherish your time and study hard!" And the teenager has all kinds of beautiful visions for emotions! My theme is a combination of cherishing time, persuasion, and emotion. Time, a moment! ”

Everyone gasped!

Not to mention the students of Hongwen Pavilion, even the faces of the eldest grandson Wuji, Kong Yingda and other Wenchen have also changed. For them, it is not very difficult to have three images in one poem, but the difficulty lies in cherishing the time, persuading students and children's private feelings to be two sets of opposing images, and a poem is just a few sentences! And how to express it completely? In just a moment, it is difficult to even put together a poem, let alone say that it is perfect and has been passed down for thousands of years.

The approach of smart people, give up admitting defeat!

In the face of this age-old problem, there is no shame in admitting defeat.