"Okay, I accept this rule, but what if you can't write a poem that satisfies Princess Danyang?"

Wei Zhiqi looked at Tang Zhou, Tang Zhou wanted him to lose and drink two jars of wine, then he would not let Tang Zhou feel better. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Tang Zhou smiled lightly and said, "If the poems can't satisfy Princess Danyang, then how about drinking two jars of five liters of wine in the next poem?" ”

"Good!"

Two jars of five liters of wine is a lot, even if the amount of wine is very good, if you drink it, you have to be drunk and can't tell the difference, Wei Zhiwei is confident that Tang Zhou will not be able to write a poem that satisfies Princess Danyang, so he is not worried about himself at all.

"Now that the rules have been explained, Tang Dacai, please compose your poems."

Tang Zhou smiled lightly, looked around, and saw that the bamboo forest in the distance was swaying in the wind, a few branches of the peach tree had bloomed pale flowers, and there were a few wild ducks in the creek swimming slowly.

Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river.

The first sentence was chanted, and the people next to them heard this sentence, and they were immediately amazed, but a shallow poem described the surrounding scenery very elegantly, and the sentence of the Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet seemed to have a trace of Zen.

Everyone didn't expect Tang Zhou to make such a poem as soon as he came out, so he was faintly surprised, and Princess Danyang chanted this poem repeatedly in her heart, as if she couldn't love.

Seeing that everyone praised the previous poem like this, Wei Zhiyuan suddenly panicked in his heart, so he hurriedly said: "Tang Xiaohou, we are writing poems related to food, not for you to write about the surrounding scenery." ”

Tang Zhou smiled lightly and said, "You don't need to be reminded by Gongzi Wei, this poem hasn't been finished yet." ”

As soon as the two said this, the others suddenly became interested, and asked Tang Zhou to hurry up and make the next sentence, Tang Zhou bowed slightly, and then chanted the following verses:

Artemisia is full of short reed buds, which is the time when the puffer fish wants to eat.

After the latter verses came out, Wei Zhiqi suddenly frowned again and said, "Where is this poem related to food?" ”

Hearing Wei Zhibei's question, Tang Zhou ignored him, only looked at Princess Danyang, and said with a smile: "What does Her Royal Highness the Princess think of this poem?" ”

Princess Danyang didn't expect Tang Zhou to dare to look at herself and speak, her eyes were still so calm, this calmness made her feel that Tang Zhou was a little inconsistent with the rumors from the outside world, because if Tang Zhou was really a loser and a waste as the outside world rumored, how could he be so calm?

Even when his own concubine Xue Wanche looked at himself, he was not as calm as him.

Princess Danyang's heart was shocked, but she soon showed a light smile and said: "Good poem, really good poem, just listening to this poem, it seems to be like entering the painting realm, I have been in the Tang Dynasty for decades, and Tang Xiaohou is still the first person to have such skills." ”

As soon as Princess Danyang said this, everyone was dumbfounded.

This evaluation is too high, what does it mean to have this ability, Tang Zhou is the first person?

They couldn't believe that such a poem was written by Tang Zhou, who made the "Pork Eating Poem"?

was praised by Princess Danyang, Tang Zhou didn't feel very happy, and said with a slight bow: "Her Royal Highness the princess has praised it falsely, but it is just a poem, where His Royal Highness dares to be the first person." ”

After Tang Zhou finished saying this, he didn't wait for others to speak, and immediately turned his eyes to Wei Zhiqi and said, "Wei Gongzi, this wine?" ”

"Hmph, you're not a poem about food at all, even if Her Royal Highness praises it, what can it do?"

Wei Zhiyuan's words were quickly recognized and echoed by some people in the crowd, but some other people showed disdain for Wei Zhiyuan, and the people who showed this look were Princess Danyang, Fang Ying, and Changsun Wen.

For these, Wei Zhiqi didn't seem to be aware of it at all, and was still shouting that Tang Zhou's poem had nothing to do with food.

It wasn't until this time that someone couldn't get used to standing up.

"Wei Gongzi is right, although Tang Zhou's poem does not have a word related to food, but it can be said that every sentence is related to food, as far as the latter sentence is concerned, the artemisia is full of short reed buds, it is when the puffer fish wants to go up, on the surface, it means that the artemisia all over the ground has grown new branches, and the reed buds are spit out, it is the time when the puffer fish is infested, but if you extend it, cook it with artemisia, reed buds and puffer fish, it is the most delicious way to eat pufferfish, Wei Gongzi, you don't understand food, but if you don't even understand poetry, you will call yourself a literati."

The person who said this was Changsun Wen, he was the son of Changsun Wuji, so there was no need to be too taboo about Wei's price.

After Changsun Wen said this, everyone suddenly realized that although this poem did not mention food, it also said that there was a kind of food, that is, pufferfish.

Wei Zhiwei was said by the eldest grandson Wen, and immediately blushed, where he dared to refute, sighed lightly and then hid his face and left, at this time, Tang Zhou suddenly called out to him: "Wei Gongzi, this wine has not been drunk yet." ”

"This ...... This ...... "Wei is a little embarrassed, he doesn't drink well, if he really drinks these two jars of wine, he won't be drunk like mud."

He cast a look at Gao Cheng for help, but at this time, everyone shouted to admit defeat in the bet, and Gao Cheng dared to stand up and speak for him.

Wei had no choice but to drink up the two jars of wine, but after he drank the two jars of wine, he didn't leave by himself, but by his little servant.

After Wei waited, the game of drinking poetry continued, and Tang Zhou was still a little out of place, sitting on the side and watching people drink and write poems.

It's just that at this time, many people are paying attention to him.

Princess Danyang felt that Tang Zhou was a very good person, a little different from the people she had heard, so she wanted to see what kind of person he was, but she saw that Tang Zhou was so quiet in the crowd, but she couldn't figure out Tang Zhou for a while.

It stands to reason that Tang Zhou's poem just now is really good, and none of the people present can compare to that poem, he should be excited, but he didn't, he was calm as if he didn't belong to this world.

Then there is Fang Ying, she has no good impression of Tang Zhou, but today's poem by Tang Zhou is beyond her impression, she is wondering if this poem was made by Tang Zhou?

Just when Fang Ying was thinking like this, she quietly came to Princess Danyang's side and whispered her doubts, and Princess Danyang also felt the same way after hearing it, "Pork Eating Poems" was very popular in the capital yesterday, so Tang Zhou might think that someone was going to make things difficult for him today, so it is extremely possible to find someone to compose a poem related to food on his behalf.

"Since Sister Fang is suspicious of Tang Zhou, how about we test him again?"