Soon, there was a sound of footsteps outside the city gate, and this time it was Xu Shaofu who walked in the front, Wang Yan followed behind, his steps were vain, and Tie Wumeng followed behind him with the posture of a little daughter.

From a distance, Wang Yan saw the dragon flag and the phoenix flag in front of the Taiji Palace, and it seemed that Daliang attached more importance to the poetry test than he expected.

When Wang Yan entered the door, the eyes of the thirteen princes were withdrawn from Queen Dugu, and they looked towards the door, and when they saw Wang Yan, the faces of the thirteen princes became obviously gloomy.

Wang Yan followed behind Xu Shaofu, and when he walked near the envoy of Western Xia, he felt as if someone was looking at him, turned his head and glanced at it, just when he met the eyes of the thirteen princes, Wang Yan was calm and calm, and from the fact that the thirteen princes were dressed in golden clothes, he had already judged that his identity was not low in Western Xia, after all, yellow was only available to the royal family in this era, and Wang Yan attributed the unfriendliness of the thirteen princes to himself to the contradictions between the two countries, and he didn't think much about it.

"Prince, what is he doing here? Isn't he a general? Could it be that he can also write poetry? The envoy of Western Xia whispered in the ear of the thirteen princes.

The thirteenth prince's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes flashed with cold light, he came to the martial arts test arena yesterday, and witnessed Wang Yan defeat Xiao Xuance after defeating Wuzang Toto, and finally scared away Ye Liqin, and he was fierce.

The emperor on the stage was a little surprised when he saw Wang Yan, and turned his head sideways to ask Xu Yuanwen on the side.

"The person invited by Xu Xiang is this Wang Yan?"

"Exactly." Xu Yuanwen replied respectfully. "Your Majesty doesn't know, General Wang Xiao is not only strong in martial arts, but also quite accomplished in poetry and writing, and if you invite him to come today, maybe you can present one or two good poems to Your Majesty."

"How else can he be so literate? I'm looking forward to it. Huizong looked at Wang Yan, and a hint of meaning flashed in his eyes.

Wang Yan looked around, took a general look at the scene, and knelt down with Xu Yuan.

"Your Majesty, the old minister has brought people."

Huizong nodded lightly. "Zhu Qing, let's get even." After speaking, he turned his gaze to Wang Yan and said with a light smile. "Wang Yan, right, I went to see your competition yesterday, and gave me a long face, haha, say it, what reward do you want!"

"It is the duty of a courtier to fight for His Majesty, and not to reward a minister." Wang Yan replied formally.

"Haha, although you are young, you are brave and loyal, you don't want me to reward you, but I can't help but reward you! High season! Huizong saw that he was about to reward Wang Yan, regardless of the fact that the poetry test was still going on.

Xu Yuanwen stepped forward with a smile and persuaded with a smile.

"Your Majesty, the poetry test is still ongoing, it's better to wait for the poetry test to be completed and then reward General Wang Xiao, it's not too late."

Emperor Huizong woke up like a dream, stretched out his hand and patted his head gently, shook his head and smiled. "Look at me, I forgot that I was still trying at this time, fast! Then continue to compete, and when the competition is over, then the reward will be awarded! ”

Xu Yuanwen nodded, walked to the front, his eyes fell on Wang Yan, and said in a deep voice.

"General Wang, the remaining two questions will be handed over to the general."

Wang Yan and Xu Yuanwen exchanged glances, although the two were far away, Wang Yan could still see his gaze clearly, and there was a bottomless depth behind the fog.

When he retracted his gaze, Wang Yan glanced at the queen's curtain, and always felt that the people inside were looking at him.

"I'm going all out." After Wang Yan finished speaking, Huizong had already drawn out the title of the second question, and the word 'winter' was written on the top of the bamboo stick with a red pen.

The thirteen princes on the side had a gloomy face with a touch of shame and anger, and when they heard the question, the corners of their mouths hooked up a sinister smile.

Poems describing the seasons, Wang Yan closed his eyes, and quickly searched for poems describing winter in his mind, Wang Yan did not have many poems in his head, some of them were learned in school, and the other part was written down by chance after entering the society, but all of them were handed down from generation to generation.

When Wang Yan was thinking about it, the Thirteen Princes had already made a very good poem, and Chen Guocai had also given a poem, but it was much inferior to the poems of the Thirteen Princes.

Wang Yan has found a few poems about winter, and wants to use more pride, but the words and sentences are a little impulsive with the present, and he wants to change those words and sentences smoothly, and Wang Yan finds that he doesn't have that ability, so he can only continue to sift.

Tie Wumeng looked at Wang Yan silently not far away, his eyes flashing with curiosity.

The Thirteen Princes sneered and waited for Wang Yan to speak, and the mocking words were already on his lips.

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow. At the end, Wang Yan felt that his headache was about to explode, and he suddenly thought of a poem he learned in elementary school in his previous life, and read it out, vaguely remembering that this poem was called "Jiang Xue" written by Liu Zongyuan.

Wang Yan frowned and let out a sigh of relief, it was really too hard to find poetry, it seemed that he was not suitable for tricks in poetry, Wang Yan didn't expect to win, he just wanted to deal with these two rounds, and never memorize poems in the future!

The face of the thirteen princes is a little stiff, he is a winter lined with a cold wind, with contempt and frivolity between the lines, comparing himself to a violent wind, wanton in the world, no one can stop him, his poems are like raised hands, waiting for a loud slap to Wang Yan.

But after Wang Yan finished reading Jiang Xue's first poem, the thirteen princes suddenly had a hand that was caught, and then he was slapped back, and he was given a blank look!

The snow makes thousands of mountains and birds fly away, the snow makes thousands of people disappear, the snow is the hardship and hardship, the snow is the poem that he just chanted in the face, he compares himself to a lily man, taking a flat boat, but in this day in the cold river fishing alone, fishing is still this vast snow! Competing with the world with the strength of one person is rare in the world.

It's crazy! His own madness is compared to him, like the light of fireflies compared to the sun, not on the same level.

Xu Yuanwen glanced at Wang Yan meaningfully, and then turned his gaze to Huizong, who closed his eyes and smiled, nodding frequently.

"What a solo fishing Hanjiang snow! This is the poetry that Daliang should have, and this is the poet that Daliang should have! High season! Xuanren, record this poem, I want to hang it in the imperial study! See it every day! Emperor Huizong's eyes opened slightly, his face was full of joy and said, a hundred people can have a hundred understandings when they read a poem, the thirteen princes listened, felt slapped in the face, looked down upon, Huizong listened, but what he thought was that Wang Yan had the courage to fight the world with himself! He is now in a prison, what he needs is Wang Yan's help, he is young, he is strong in martial arts, he is full of talent, he has courage! He's a sharp blade, a blade that has the potential to help you get out.

Wang Yan didn't know that his own poem Jiang Xue was so shocked, what he thought at the moment was very simple, this poem was learned in elementary school, and it was definitely not as good as those poems in junior high school, let alone the poems made by poets, poets, saints, ghosts, and Buddhas, as for whether the thirteen princes did it well, Wang Yan didn't know, anyway, he didn't have much confidence.

Wang Yan went to that station, his body was as strong as a green pine, and his aura was steady, like a rock.

Tie Wumeng looked at Wang Yan's back, but his eyes were even more curious, it seemed that his father was not wrong.

This is, Xu Yuanwen stepped forward, looked at the Thirteen Princes, and said with a smile.

"I don't know what the prince thinks, how will this round be won or lost?"