"The Nanwang lineage belongs to the royal family, and the Nanwang is the brother of the current emperor." Mo Feng also replied in a low voice.

Song Yunxiu frowned, "How many brothers does the little emperor have?" ”

“…… Thirty-seven. After silently counting it, Mo Feng whispered back: "The first emperor gave birth to thirteen sons, and the current emperor is the last son of the first emperor." ”

"Thirteen sons?" Song Yunxiu sighed meaninglessly, "Since the little emperor has so many brothers, how did he become the emperor in the end?" ”

Looking at the age of this prince of Nanwang, his father must be very old, why did he let a little kid take away the throne?

"Although the first emperor had many princes, many died young, and the rest were fighting with each other, the exiled were exiled, and the imprisoned were imprisoned, and when the first emperor was about to die, there were already five or six left." Mo Feng explained in detail: "At that time, the prince had a lot of military power in his hands, and those princes were afraid that after they ascended the throne, they would become puppets in the hands of the prince, so they voluntarily gave up the throne to the emperor who is still young today. ”

Of course, those disobedient princes have been quietly slaughtered by the prince.

Song Yunxiu nodded clearly, "So that's the case." ”

She said, how can these princes not do a good throne, but they want to be some kind of prince, and they dare to be afraid of being Yin Huanyu's puppet.

When Song Yunxiu and Mo Feng were talking in a low voice, the poetry meeting over there had officially begun.

"This year's rules are the same as in previous years, there are three rounds, namely: throwing pots, painting inscriptions, and playing in the ring." The blue-shirted man who had spoken before, after Nanwang Shizi finished speaking, stepped forward again and said to everyone: "Now let's start the first link: throwing pots." ”

"The rules of pitching the pot are simple, as long as someone throws an arrow into the jug, they will win the competition."

As soon as the blue-shirted man's words fell, the subordinates of Lin Jiabeiyuan had already placed the arrows that needed to be thrown and the wine jugs that were thrown in the center of the field.

Song Yunxiu had seen this scene in the history books, but it was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes, and he couldn't help but sit up straight and poke his head out to see the situation over there.

Mo Feng saw that her neck was stretched out, and he was afraid that she would be tired, so he whispered to her for a while: "If the princess is curious, you can go over and see it." ”

"No need." Song Yunxiu stretched her neck to look over there, and refused without looking back, "I can see it here." ”

Mo Feng: "......"

How comfortable you used to look, why do you sit here and stretch your neck to look at it? Aren't you afraid to stretch your neck?

In the center of the field, young men were eager to step forward and throw arrows, but the wine jug was really far away from them, even if they had practiced well at home, but there were so many opponents standing beside them, as well as the arrows in their hands and the wine jug used for throwing the pot, which were different from the ones they used when training at home, and many men really missed at one time.

"Why didn't any woman come forward and throw?" Song Yunxiu looked at it carefully for a while, and after discovering that they were all men, she couldn't help but turn her head to Mo Feng beside her and ask.

"The Beijing Poetry Club has always been attended by men, and women usually perform their talents after the competition, so no women come forward to throw."

Song Yunxiu's desire to see the excitement subsided instantly, and he suddenly got up from his chair and was just about to leave, when he heard a familiar female voice, which suddenly sounded in the venue——。

"Why aren't there any women?"