Emperor Qing was still a little uneasy, and Fan Xian, who was speechless, asked, "Fan Xian, what do you think?" ”

Fan Xian nodded and said, "Okay, who's afraid of whom, come on." ”

Han Zhong and Fan Xian looked at each other and smiled and said, "Then come on." ”

Emperor Qing sat up straight, looked at Fan Xian and Han Chong and said, "Then I will come first, and if we have a banquet today, let's take wine as the theme." "This question is simply a release of water, but Emperor Qing is the boss, and others don't dare to say anything, and there are two more questions, and look at it.

Han Zhong looked at Fan Xian and said, "This question is easy, you come first?" ”

Fan Xian said, "Okay, I'll come first." He stood up with the flask and glass, poured himself a glass of wine, drank it all, and said uninhibitedly: "A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone has no blind date." Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio. The moon does not drink, and the shadow disciples follow me. Temporarily accompanied by the moon will be shadowed, and the joy must be spring. I sing and wander, and I dance in a mess. When they wake up, they mingle together, and when they get drunk, they disperse. Eternal knot ruthless travel, phase Miao Yunhan. ”

The moon outside the New Year's prayer hall, as well as Fan Xian's toast and drink, also complement each other.

Emperor Qing patted the table and said: "Good poetry, hahaha, when the big white is floating." ”

Fan Xian took another drink and said, "Sacrifice the ugly." ”

Han Zhong smiled and said, "It's my turn, Fan Xian, since you copied this song under the moon to drink alone, then I'll copy a short song." Han Chong said that he was copying, obviously scolding Zhuang Mohan and accusing them of plagiarism.

They were originally copying poems, but they were copying poems from other time and space, and in the eyes of others, this was Han Chong's unyielding and resistance.

"When you sing about wine, life is geometric! For example, the morning dew is bitter in the past. Be generous and unforgettable. How to solve the problem? Only Du Kang. Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heart.

But for the sake of the king, he has been groaning so far. Yo yo deer chirping, eating wild apples. I have guests, drummers and shengs. It's as clear as the moon, when can it be done? Worries come from it, and they cannot be cut off. The more strange it is, the more vain it exists. Talking about the old kindness. The moon stars are scarce, and the black magpie flies south. Three turns around the tree, what branches can be followed? The mountains are not tired of being high, and the sea is not tired of being deep. Zhou Gong vomited and fed, and the world returned to the heart. ”

There is a hint of meaning in Emperor Qing's eyes, and the world is in the heart...

Fan Xian looked at Han Zhong and said, "Come, have a drink." ”

Han Zhong directly lifted the wine jug and poured it into his mouth, which must be pretended at night, and it must be pretended to be heroic and magnificent.

Emperor Qing looked at Zhuang Mohan, who was stunned on the side, and said, "Mr. Zhuang, it's time for you to solve the problem." ”

"Oh." Zhuang Mohan came back to his senses, he was already a little difficult to ride a tiger, he knew that they were really so talented, why should he be a villain in vain, he felt that he was buried by the eldest princess.

Han Zhong wiped the wine on the corner of his mouth, looked at Zhuang Mohan and said, "Lao Zhuang, what are you waiting for?" ”

Zhuang Mohan had no choice but to speak: "Then to... Let's take Your Majesty as the theme. ”

"Me?" Emperor Qing said curiously: "Interesting." ”

With the emperor as the theme, if it is good, it is fine, if it is not good, it will give you small shoes to wear in the future, which is the most embarrassing.

With the thousand-year-old cultural inheritance of another world, there are still many poems describing emperors, such as King Qin, Han Wu, Tang Sect, Song Zu, and there are many poems praising these emperors.

Han Zhong smiled and said: "Then it's ugly, if you don't write well, please ask Your Majesty Haihan." ”

Emperor Qing smiled and waved his hand and said, "Just do it." He also wanted to hear what Han Chongneng wrote about him.

Han Chong opened his mouth and said: "Emperor Qing swept the Quartet, looking at He Xiong! Swing your sword to break the clouds, and the princes will come south. ”

For a while, the Yafin in the hall was silent, the Quartet naturally refers to the world, and the south refers to the submission to Qingguo. This is a blatant sycophant. The ministers didn't expect this poem... It's so well done.

"Good!" Emperor Qing laughed heartily and said, "This poem is well written, it makes people happy to listen to, Mr. Han, I salute you." Emperor Qing picked up the wine glass.

Han Zhong took the flask and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty." ”

After Emperor Qing drank wine, he looked at Fan Xian and said, "Fan Xielu, it's your turn, you have to write well." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." Fan Xian didn't expect his brother-in-law to be so shameless, and he actually slapped Lao Qing's sycophant, no, how could I lose to my brother-in-law. "The sun is shining brightly, and thousands of mountains are like fire. A round of heaven in an instant, driving away the stars and the waning moon. The first two sentences of "the sun is shining at the beginning of the day, and the mountains are like fire" to depict the magnificence and splendor of the sun when it rises, and the last two sentences of "a round of heaven and earth in an instant, driving away the stars and the waning moon" are raised to a higher level. The imperial spirit of dominating the world is an excellent quality in Yongzhi poems. After Fan Xian finished speaking, Emperor Qing also praised and applauded, it is one of his long-cherished wishes to dominate the world, these two children's poems are good.

The emperor said it was good, how dare the courtiers below say it badly. Everyone also sang praises and virtues, and the atmosphere in the hall was peaceful for a while.

Han Zhong looked at Zhuang Mohan and said, "Lao Zhuang, it's okay for us to copy these two poems." ”

Zhuang Mo Han stopped, admitting that it was not good, that is, talking nonsense with his eyes open, admitting that it was good, that is, slapping himself in the face, he could only hold the wine glass and be silent.

The eldest princess hated in her heart, but she had to smile on her face, the reason why Zhuang Mohan said that they plagiarized at today's banquet was that they set up their own bureau, and they wanted Fan Xian to be ruined, but I didn't expect these two boys to be so talented that they actually avoided it. The eldest princess said with a smile: "Now that I have made two questions, I think it is enough to prove the talent of Fan Xian and Han Chong, it seems that Mr. Zhuang slandered the juniors well." ”

Guo Baokun hurriedly said: "There is still Yun Zhilan who has no problem!" He didn't expect Han Chong and Fan Xian to make such good verses, he was unwilling, maybe it was just a coincidence, they didn't necessarily do it in the next question, yes, they definitely couldn't do it!

Emperor Qing looked at Yun Zhilan and said, "Yun Zhilan, it's time for you to solve the problem." ”

Yun Zhilan picked up the sword on the table.

The atmosphere in the hall became tense for a while, and I thought he was going to do it.

Hong Sizhen, who was outside the hall, was also holding a peanut in his hand, ready to shoot at any time.

Yun Zhilan looked at Han Zhong and Fan Xian and said, "Let's take the sword as the theme." As he spoke, he placed the sword on the table again.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, not just using their swords.

"What's so hard about that?" Fan Xian opened his mouth and came, "Drunk and looking at the sword, dreaming of blowing the horn and the camp." Eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings turned over the outside sound. Autumn soldiers on the battlefield. The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt. But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death. "That poor sentence happened but was taken away by Fan Xian, after all, he is still young, and he can't copy all the poems.