Without waiting for everyone to speak, Liu Kaixian immediately recited slowly, "Chunqing: The spring breeze under the forest is gradually calming, and there is not much snow left on the high cliffs. The gossamer is quiet, and the green wall is full of white birds. Suddenly to the nostalgic couple in the mountains, a few from the cave mouth dreaming of smoke. The dust of the guest clothes needs to be changed eventually, so that it can grow with the lake. ”

Liu Kaixian shook his head and chanted poetry, obviously very complacent, indulging in this beautiful scenery of spring.

He had just finished chanting, and Cheng Minzheng and Yang Tinghe were still slowly understanding the sentences in the poem, but they heard Xu Kuibi immediately say, "Good poetry, this time is really good poetry, or Brother Liu is amazing." Brother Liu didn't say anything, and he was a blockbuster with one mouth.

Ha ha! There will be a palace test next spring, this champion Lang, but it really has to be Brother Liu. The Liu family in the capital is going to take a good breath this time and shine on the lintel. ”

Xu Kuibi almost didn't know what to say, and while patting Liu Kaixian's ass, he was also belittling the poems made by Yang Shen and Zhou Zhi just now.

Objectively speaking, the poem made by Liu Kaixian just now is indeed a very good poem. But if it is said that it is definitely better than Yang Shen and Zhou Zhi, it may not be. Thinking about Yang Ting, Cheng Minzheng and Zhuge Hou, the poems made by the three of them are inseparable from each other.

The three poems of the three people are all about spring, and the words are very appropriate, so that no one in the prison students present dares to stand up again. In fact, they also have more or less poetry in their heads, but compared to themselves, they are a little bit different from Yang Shenzhou Zhi and Liu Kaixian, who will be bored at this time.

Zhu Houzhao couldn't tell the difference between good and bad poems, and when he saw that Zhou Zhi and Liu Kaixian had made a poem, he was very proud in his heart, so he turned his head to look at Yang Ting and Zhuge Hou Cheng Minzheng, and asked, "Since there are three people who write poems, then the three of you will break off a high level!" ”

The three of them are all you look at me, I look at you, with a bitter face, it's really hard to distinguish between the superior and the inferior. Everyone's poems have their own merits, and if you forcibly discharge one, two, or three, it won't be interesting.

It was Yang Tinghe who said, "Your Highness, the poems of the three of them are not superior, they can only be regarded as equal!" ”

Zhu Houzhao's face immediately became gloomy, and after a little silence, he said, "Today, Prince Ben just wants to see who is higher and who is lower among the three of them, so he must distinguish between the superior and the inferior!" ”

Zhou Zhi has actually been very puzzled, Liu Kaixian's poem just now seems to have been heard in later generations, and the author of the historical records of later generations is not Liu Kaixian at all, but someone else. But now it was Liu Kai who recited it first, and it was obvious that this poem had never been published before. Could it be that it was really done by Liu Kaixian, and the historical records are wrong?

Alas! History books are also written by people, and in a certain era, in order to hack someone, sometimes there are things where so-and-so's poems are inserted on others, which is not surprising.

However, in any case, the poem made by Liu Kaixian just now is indeed not bad, this Liu Kaixian is really talented and learned, and he must work harder in the future to have the possibility of catching up with him.

Yang Tinghe frowned and said, "Your Highness, the three of them each wrote a poem, regardless of the winner or loser, how can this be divided between the winner and the loser?" ”

"It doesn't matter how you distinguish the winner from the loser, the prince wants you to discharge one, two, three, this prince wants to see who is powerful in this country's prison, or the ten-year-old Yang Shen is the most powerful." Zhu Houzhao said with a stiff face.

Listening to his tone, he seemed to be a little dissatisfied with Yang Shen.

It's no wonder that a ten-year-old child standing here to compose a poem with everyone else will inevitably hold his breath no matter who wants it. Is this ten-year-old so arrogant?

Besides, in the palace, Yang Tinghe taught Zhu Houzhao to study, and Zhu Houzhao was very prejudiced against Yang Tinghe. Today, his son is extremely arrogant here, from Zhu Houzhao's heart, he is full of hope that someone can beat Yang Shen, so that Yang Tinghe will lose face, Zhu Houzhao is relieved in his heart.

From this point of view, Zhu Houzhao's psychology at this time is really a little dirty.

Zhu Houzhao pondered slightly again, and said, "Stupid, you are really stupid, since a poem can't distinguish the winner from the loser, let's make a few more poems, and see who makes more and better, then won't you distinguish the superior?" ”

Yang Ting and Cheng Minzheng couldn't help but grin at the same time.

This prince is so good at fooling around, does he think that composing poetry is blowing? That's a lot of work and hard work. Just now, the three of them were able to make a poem, and it took me a lot of work to figure it out. It's just that the poems made have not been announced to the public, and they will be announced at this time.

However, since Zhu Houzhao said so, the three of them had no choice, so Cheng Minzheng said, "What the prince said is right, since Yang Shen, Zhou and Liu Kaixian did not distinguish between victory and defeat just now, then they continued to compose poems, and also took spring as the theme. ”

Cheng Minzheng thought in his heart that poems with the theme of "Spring" would become more and more difficult to compose, and it would be difficult for them today, including Yang Shen, to distinguish the winners and losers as soon as possible.

Hum! Speaking of which, today's disaster was caused by Yang Shen. This Yang Shen is too proud.

Yang Shen nodded immediately.

Then, he said, "Then I will write another poem." Spring Miscellaneous Songs: Green mountains such as Daiyuan Village East, tender green Changxi catkins wind. Birds and birds don't know how good the suburbs are, and they wear flowers and love the pavilion. ”

After chanting, he stood proudly, still in such a proud posture.

Yang Tinghe was slightly stunned at this time, if he said that Yang Shen did "Out of the Suburbs" just now, he pointed out Yang Shen before he made it. But now this "Spring Miscellaneous Song" has never been heard, this is obviously Yang Shen's impromptu poem just now.

I didn't expect my son Yang Shen to have such an agile talent. It seems that his future achievements will definitely be above mine.

Thinking like this, Yang Tinghe couldn't help but have a slight smile on his face.

Zhu Houzhao couldn't see Yang Tinghe with a smile on his face, so he couldn't help but look at Zhou Zhi anxiously and said, "Zhou Zhixiucai, do you still have good poems, hurry up and recite them."

And you, Liu Kaixian, this prince heard that you are the first genius of the country, is there no poetry? Chant it quickly. ”

Liu Kaixian's face turned red suddenly, he really didn't have good poetry in his mind now. In fact, just a few days ago, Liu Kaixian really made a poem, but that poem was a northern goose flying south or something. It's not at all related to this spring.

Zhu Houzhao was obviously getting more and more anxious, and actually stood up and said, "Hmph! It is really a joke that no one has written poems in a huge country, and it is no better than a ten-year-old child. It's boring, it's boring! ”

Seeing Zhu Houzhao's anxious look, Zhou Zhixin smiled secretly.

However, Zhou Zhi still said quickly, "There are still a few spring poems here, but I don't know if they can be compared with Yang Shengongzi's?" ”