Of course, the second prince doesn't need to write a script, talking more is purely his personal hobby, he is not short of money, let alone the manuscript fee of a few taels of silver.

Everyone was silently brewing poetry.

The old scholar with the goatee expressed his opinion again: "Since the dragon and the phoenix and grandson are here today, we might as well enjoy their demeanor together, what do you say?" ”

Since you asked so, can you say that it is not good? The bachelors who originally wanted to participate in the gathering of the two princes' poetry friends and made a show didn't dare to squeak, and echoed together: "Okay! ”

The second prince smiled and said to everyone, "Thank you for your kindness. The four of us brothers have indeed not studied together for a long time, and since everyone is not opposed, then please ask the eldest brother, the third brother, the fourth brother and I to make a poem each, and read it out for everyone to enjoy and appreciate. No matter whether it is good or not, it is expensive to compose a poem, we are all brothers of a milk compatriot, all surnamed Rong, there is nothing that cannot be let go, please pick up the pen and write a poem on the paper in front of you, we will come to taste and taste in a while. ”

One mouth, another big string of words, did not give people room to interject, and did not give themselves room to breathe.

When the other three brothers saw that he finally shut up, they all lowered their heads silently, picked up the brush and wrote poems, and did not dare to speak.

After a stick of incense, the second prince took the lead in composing good poems, then the eldest prince, the third prince, and finally Rong Hao.

"A pond of lotus leaves dances, and two lotus flowers are scattered in the middle. The mandarin ducks play in the water and lie on their necks, and they feel more like fairies in the world. The good poems made by the second prince, good poems, rhyme with plainness, and are very flavorful. Everyone commented on the poems of the second prince, and couldn't help nodding, the second prince smiled slightly, it has always been his norm to dominate others academically, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this kind of praise.

The eldest prince shook the ink on the paper and handed the note to the old man next to him.

The old Confucians gathered together, and one of them read: "The lotus flower is pouring into the country and the heavenly immortals, and the lotus is like jade and the heart is sweet." There are good wives in the house, and they only envy the mandarin ducks and not the immortals. The poem of the eldest prince is also very good, you and the princess have a deep relationship, and you can think of the lady sitting in the house when you write a poem, and the old man admires it. Everyone echoed: "Admire, admire, the eldest prince is really a good man who is suitable for a room and an IKEA." ”

The eldest prince has always been afraid of guilt, and he likes people to praise him for his deep love between husband and wife, so when the princess beats him, he has to think about the word "deep affection" between husband and wife. He smiled with satisfaction and waved his hand to thank everyone.

The small ivory folding fan of the three princes kept opening, closing, closing, opening, and the crown of red agate hair on his head shone with a faint flush. He stood up coquettishly, twisted the paper and read: "A pond of lotus sable cicadas, I don't think it's as good as a wild mandarin duck." People come and go by the bridge every day, and the sky is high and the sea is wide for the birds to fly. After reading it, his chin was slightly raised, waiting for everyone's praise.

The old Confucians listened and didn't want to put their beaks on their beaks. The third prince waited for a while, but no one praised him, and he himself said again: "Why do you all have comments on the poems of the eldest brother and the second brother, but when you come to me, you don't have them?" ”

The old Confucians thought for a long time and said: "The poem of the Three Princes is very innovative, using several of the most trendy elements in Beijing, such as the sable cicada, the wild mandarin duck and the flying birds. "But when you put it together, you can't say it explicitly.

The third prince didn't hear the sound outside the strings, he only heard people praise him, he was very happy, he put the note in front of him with satisfaction, and looked at Rong Hao provocatively. "Seventh brother, where are your poems? Read it to everyone, and it will also open everyone's eyes. ”

Rong Hao was originally sitting on the chair, but at this moment he was holding Su Xia's hand and playing with it, this little eunuch's hand was so soft, tender, and so cute. Leng Buding listened to his third brother ask him to read poems, and he dragged Su Xia: "Xiao Xia, you come to read my poems to everyone, you read them well, this king will be rewarded." ”

Everyone in the capital knew that the Seventh Prince liked a eunuch, and his actions at the moment made everyone look at him with disdain. Su Xia's face was getting thicker and thicker, she smiled at everyone, picked up the poem written by Rong Hao, looked at it, and her face turned completely dark.

What is this written? Are you sure this can be read? What good things can a person who reads a script every day write?

However, in the evil feudal society, the king's destiny is greater than the sky, and she can only be a thin little eunuch.

"The summer rain and lotus on the shore of Daming Lake are beautiful every day. Rows of mandarin ducks swim in front of the door, and the lover will not stay tonight. She pinched her nose and finished reading, and the audience was silent.

"Collapse". The storyteller's string broke, and the voice echoed through the silent hall.

Rong Hao touched his chin with his hand reservedly: "Everyone, what do you think of my masterpiece?" ”

The old sour Confucians have never seen such obscene lyrics. I wanted to curse people, but I thought that it was the seventh son of the saint who wrote something, and his face was red one by one.

"This poem is very innovative." After holding it for a long time, I held back this sentence and came out.

Rong Hao was obviously not very satisfied, and he explained to the Confucians: "You old masters don't know anything, my poem has allusions. I've been reading a book recently, I don't know if you have appreciated it, it's called "Me and Yuhe Two or Three Things", and my poem is written with reference to the love in it. ”

Everyone below coughed, but no one spoke. At this time, if he said that he hadn't seen it, he was afraid that he would ruin his interest, and if he said that he had seen it, his face would inevitably be lost.

Goatee coughs the most, this book is from his hand, it sells very well, and it is out of stock. It turned out that his status at home was not as high as the Pekingese dog raised by his wife, and since the book was a bestseller, he had earned a lot of money and his status had improved significantly. In the past, Mrs. made sauce bones must only be for the dog to eat, only give him some vegetarian dishes, the slightest resistance will be said to be ignorant, for health considerations, now every day the dog eats sauce bones, he can also gnaw a piece.

How could it be that you haven't read it, Lord Wang, if you want, I can also sign you an author's autograph!

The face is more important, and the secret that can't be told to the outside is the little ninety-nine between him and the bookseller.

Rong Hao saw that everyone only coughed and didn't speak, so he pulled Su Xia over and let her sit on his lap. The crowd coughed again.

He looked up at the group of people coughing below, his eyes were a little bored, how could a person who was a little cleanliness tolerate living in the saliva of this large group of people.

Pulled up Susha's sleeve and covered his nose. He said in disgust, "Why are you all coughing today, I didn't come when I knew you were all suffering from a bad disease?" ”

When everyone heard this, they gasped again, and before they could squirt out a breath, it would be sucked back into their stomachs, but no one coughed anymore.

Rong Hao was a little satisfied. He raised his chin and asked the crowd, "So, which of our four brothers do you think has the best poem, tell me quickly." ”

The old Confucians lowered their heads and discussed for a moment, and someone replied: "We still think that the poems of the second prince are the most suitable for this painting, not that the poems written by other princes are not good, but they are not quite in line with the artistic conception of this painting." ”

The words are very round, not leaking, worthy of being an old pedant.

After hearing this, the second prince was expressionless, and he was often complimented by these people, and he was becoming more and more numb.

When the eldest prince heard this, he had no hope of winning the championship, so he folded his poems into tofu cubes, put them in front of his placket, and prepared to take them back to make the princess happy.

The third prince is much more open-minded, this poem uses the most popular elements in Beijing today, maybe it will be outdated tomorrow, he doesn't care.

Rong Hao didn't react much, he was accused of learning the temperature difference every day on weekdays, and it was normal for him to be better than the second brother.

This is the eldest prince pointing the finger at him: "Seventh brother, I heard that you haven't been going to Chunxiang Building and Dongxiang Building to sit down recently?" You are also elegant, have you learned well? ”

Of course it can't be, Rong Hao put his arm around Su Xia, and he raised the hand he was holding: "Big brother, you see, I don't have a hearty person, who still thinks about those vulgar fans." "I was not angry that the girls who had been so enthusiastic about him in the morning turned a blind eye to him.

The third prince stretched out a small folding fan and blocked his mouth: "Then seventh brother, you are so lucky to be a eunuch, aren't you afraid of cutting off your children and grandchildren?" ”

"I don't have a chance to take the throne, it doesn't matter if I have children or grandchildren, but a few brothers have to go back and work hard with their sisters-in-law, and make a fortune."

The scholars heard that their brothers began to fight again, and silently withdrew from the crescent tower.

The second prince did not say a word, lowered his head, and slowly described his poems into the painting, unmoved by external factors.

The eldest prince pretended to be old-fashioned and said: "This king has always felt that it is not advisable for you to pamper a eunuch for no reason, seventh brother, and now there are hundreds of books in Beijing for you and this father-in-law Su, and several plays have been made. I poured a handful of bitter tears for myself in my heart.

Everyone knew that the eldest princess was jealous, it must be because the number of eunuchs serving around the eldest prince was reduced at this time, or the extremely ugly eunuchs were carefully selected. Behind his back, he helped the eldest prince order a wax.

The third prince was not to be outdone: "You are a prince, you just play in private occasionally, and now you dare to bring it out to show off in the market, it is really bold." ”

Rong Hao glared at him: "The third brother's mansion has more than 20 concubines fighting every day, and outsiders know a lot." I heard that there was a concubine who broke the other leg yesterday. ”

Su Xia was simply dumbfounded, what kind of sin did the old emperor create and give birth to this group of sons? Is there a normal one?

She stood up suddenly, tremblingly pointed to the four princes in front of her, and raised her voice: "Are you four worthy of your father and the king who fed you with a handful of and urine?" Can't there be a normal one? ”

After scolding, the four princes were stunned, and she herself was stunned. Why didn't you control this gentleman's self for a while? The grieving eunuch asks for help online, what should I do? Will it be given poisoned wine?