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After Zhao Heng and the ministers drank for three rounds, they were a little more relaxed, and there were more topics to talk about.

Chatting and chatting, we talked about poetry.

Zhao Heng is a person who likes poetry very much, so he has to have a game of writing poems and lyrics with his ministers.

Among these officials, the best talents are naturally Yan Shu and Ouyang Xiu, but the two of them have humble official positions, although the two are unwilling to cater to each other, but they also know some officialdom ways to be officials, so at this time, they will not compete with those bosses for favor.

Otherwise, you will be in the limelight tonight, and you will have to be put in small shoes by your boss tomorrow.

Of course, their poetry can't be too bad, just so-so.

Everyone is like this, you and I are writing one by one, and soon it will be Ding Wei's turn, Ding Wei has already intended to shoot Zhao Heng's fart, so he wrote a song about the Mid-Autumn Festival, Shang Rong, he wrote the prosperity of the Mid-Autumn Festival in the capital thoroughly, and Xia Rong, then wrote that these prosperity are all because the emperor governs the country and so on, so Zhao Heng can be praised fiercely.

After listening to this poem, Zhao Heng liked it too, nodded with satisfaction, made a little comment, and his attitude towards Ding Wei was not as cold as before.

Seeing this, the crown prince Zhao Zhen snorted with disdain, and then looked at the capital through the Wangjing Tower, at this time in the capital, there should be a lot of poems that have been made, and it should be transmitted to the palace.

Just thinking about it, a eunuch hurriedly ran over: "The folk students have a word to pass ......"

After the eunuch came, he brought a few pieces of paper, Zhao Heng and the ministers took it and looked at it, and they were full of praise for these selected good words, and even when they saw Lu Wencai's poem, they suddenly clapped their hands and said that they were good.

"This scholar named Lu Wencai is really talented, this water tune song is very well written, I'm afraid it is the best written during this year's Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Extremely, this poem is wonderfully written."

"Well, I think it's ...... too"

Everyone came to praise Lu Wencai's poem, Zhao Heng also felt good after reading it, the prince Zhao Zhen saw this, and smiled with some satisfaction, the talent he fancied must not be wrong.

"This Lu Wencai is very talented, but does anyone know about him?"

Everyone looked at each other, they didn't know much about this Lu Wencai, Lu Wencai was born in a poor family, and after coming to the capital, except for writing a few poems, he never threw a scroll to anyone, after all, no one else took him seriously.

So no one knows Lu Wencai.

The crown prince Zhao Zhen knew a little about Lu Wencai, and originally wanted to stand up and say a few words, but after thinking about it, he was worried that Zhao Heng would suspect him of forming a gang, so he gave up.

Seeing this, Zhao Heng didn't get angry, after all, none of these people knew Lu Wencai, which showed that Lu Wencai didn't belong to any camp, and he was actually more at ease with such a person.

After putting down the poems, Zhao Heng didn't continue the topic, only thinking about how to encompass these readers, and when the others saw that Zhao Heng asked Lu Wencai a lot of questions, they knew that Zhao Heng admired this Lu Wencai very much, so some people thought about how to pull Lu Wencai into their camp.

And just when everyone had their own ideas, a eunuch hurriedly ran up again: "The crown of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the crown of the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is no Mid-Autumn word after this word......

The eunuch hurriedly ran up, everyone was stunned, Lu Wencai's poem just now was already very good, they felt that no one should be able to surpass him, how could anyone write better than his?

After the eunuch came, Zhao Heng glared at him: "What's the hurry, read it." ”

The eunuch bowed his head and hurriedly read:

When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dance to figure out how the shadow seems to be in the world.

Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.

As soon as the eunuch finished reading, everyone was suddenly shocked, and then suddenly realized that Lu Wencai's words just now were simply scum, he was ten times better than a hundred times, and he was not as good as this water tune song.

Zhao Heng was shocked, and the ministers were shocked, and they couldn't help but praise.

"Good words, good words, after listening to this poem, who will dare to write Mid-Autumn Festival words in the future."

"It's not, this is definitely the crown of the Mid-Autumn Festival, not only this year, but also in the future."

"That's right, after this word, there is no Mid-Autumn Festival word, and ......"

Everyone praised it, and the prince Zhao Zhen also thought that this poem was excellent, so he couldn't help but want to know who the person who wrote the lyrics was, but before he could speak, Zhao Heng had already asked: "Who is the author of this poem, my Da Song Dynasty actually has such a talent, it's not simple, it's not simple." ”

"Back to the saint, the person who wrote this poem is called Chen Jing, I heard that he is a doctor, oh, by the way, it is the disciple of the old doctor Mu Yu."

When the eunuch said this, Zhao Heng was stunned, the prince Zhao Zhen was stunned, Ding Wei was stunned, and that Yan Shu was also stunned.

They didn't expect that Chen Jing, who had seen a doctor before, would still have such talent.

Prince Zhao Zhen's cheeks were slightly red, a little ashamed, a few days ago he thought Chen Jing was too arrogant, but today it seems that he has arrogant capital, no wonder he said Lu Wencai, it turns out that he didn't take Lu Wencai in his eyes at all.

Then Lu Wencai will study hard for another hundred years, and he may not have the talent of Chen Jing.

Yan Shu was also quite surprised, after eating Qin Yun's Snow Moon Peach Blossoms, he already had some admiration for Qin Yun, and felt that a woman like Qin Yun was really blind to marry such an unhandsome person as Chen Jing.

But now after hearing Chen Jing's words, he felt that he was blind at the beginning, and he didn't see that this kid was so talented.

With such a poem, what kind of girl did he want to find?

Yan Shu shook his head one after another, giving people the feeling that he was a little embarrassed.

After everyone was stunned, the discussion followed, Zhao Heng was also surprised, he originally wanted to call the author of the word to meet him, but when he heard that it was Chen Jing, he immediately dispelled this idea.

It's not that he has already seen Chen Jing, but this Chen Jing is too close to the prince, and he is Mu Yu's disciple, if he summons Chen Jing alone, it will inevitably strengthen the prince's momentum, so it's better not to see him.

Ding Wei kept staring at Zhao Heng, for fear that Zhao Heng would announce Chen Jing, because according to his understanding of Zhao Heng, he would definitely want to see someone who wrote such a good word.

And just when Ding Wei was thinking like this, his son Dink suddenly said to the person next to him: "This Chen Jing is my Engong, I didn't expect that my Engong is not only good at medicine, but also so talented, amazing, amazing, I will find him for a drink tomorrow......"

Dink muttered, it seems that there is such a benevolent duke who is very proud, but Ding Wei is so angry that he can't slap it, you are a big duke. (To be continued.) )