Gu Zhenguan and Zhang Tingyu and others also looked sideways at Huai Sleeve, although they had experienced this woman's talent at the tea banquet conference, they didn't know what her knowledge was, and when they saw her today, they didn't put this old Hanlin in their eyes at all, and they didn't feel a little admiration in their hearts.

"Old Hanlin against the little girl, well! It's kind of interesting! Chang Ning said with a grin.

When the civil and military ministers saw Prince Gong taking the lead, they also echoed their voices, most of the good deeds were in the mood to watch the excitement, and only a few of the righteous ministers couldn't help but feel that he was too narrow-minded because they understood Yan Bingzhi's character, and he was more vindictive with a little woman.

Kangxi naturally heard that Yan Bingzhi was deliberately unkind, and wanted to stop it, but he saw that the ministers were very interested in the confrontation between the two, and it was not good to sweep everyone's interest, and he saw that Huai Sleeve's face was calm and fearless, so he silently agreed.

Yinren remembered that he had lost to Huai Sleeve when he was in Chengde Di Yuxuan, so he was angry, and it happened that such an old Hanlin popped up today to vent his anger, and he wished that Huai Sleeve was defeated and his reputation was discredited, so he squinted at his sleeve and smiled slyly.

Concubine Yu and Concubine Hui either served tea and drank slowly, or drank pleasantly, they were all happy and angry, but Baolan couldn't hold her breath, seeing someone provoking her sleeves, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows had already revealed her joy, she was born because of vinegar, and the purpose was naturally the same as that of the crown prince Yinren.

Only Aunt Su Mala, who was sitting next to her sleeve, couldn't help but frown after listening to Yan Bingzhi's words at first.

I thought that Kangxi or Xiaozhuang would stop it, but seeing that the matter was a foregone conclusion at this time, I couldn't help but stretch out my hand to hold the hand in my sleeve, and I felt warm as usual.

Yan Bingzhi saw that Kangxi and the Empress Dowager did not open their mouths to stop it, and he was about to propose to explain how to learn, but Xiaozhuang, who was seated, said with a gentle face: "I think the question about the moon that the emperor came out just now is very good, you two continue to talk about that, it is simple and appropriate!" ”

Yan Bingzhi originally wanted to take this opportunity to show off his full stomach, but he didn't expect the Empress Dowager to suddenly say this, so he naturally didn't dare to refute Xiaozhuang's face, so he had to agree.

Although she can't show her talents to the fullest, I don't think this yellow-haired girl may have seen much of the world, and she can read a few books at a young age.

"Please also ask the princess to teach first!" Yan Bingzhi smiled and said.

He didn't push his sleeves away, nodded slightly, and opened his mouth to say: "When the word goose returns, the moon is full in the West Building." ”

Yan Bingzhi continued with a smile when he heard this: "At that time, the bright moon was there, and he returned to the clouds. ”

Waiting for his words to fall before he opened his mouth and continued: "Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow will become a trio." ”

Yan Bingzhi said again: "The post road invades the oblique moon, and the creek bridge is frosty. ”

Huai Sleeve blurted out: "The moon is not relieved of drinking, and the shadow disciple is with me." ”

Yan Bingzhi didn't give an inch: "The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time." ”

Huai sleeve smiled and said: "People in the deep forest don't know, the bright moon comes to take pictures."

Hearing what the two of them said so quickly, Yueya couldn't help but look embarrassed, leaned over and whispered to Aunt Su Mala: "Aunt Su Ma, why are the words they talking about the same as five words and five words, isn't it the same poem?" ”

When Su Malagu heard the crescent moon's words, she couldn't help laughing and said, "How can there be a poem with these 'moon' words?" The two of them had already read more than a dozen poems at this time! ”

The crescent moon stuck out her tongue in surprise when she heard this, and she admired it in her heart, but she only admired her master's arms, as for the pedantic old man opposite...... Every time the crescent moon looked up and saw him, she couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Everyone listened to it and was really enjoyable, and they were impressed by the two of them, and they applauded unconsciously.

Yan Bingzhi thought for a moment and didn't find another song containing the word "moon", so he picked up Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Moon with Feelings" and said: "When you look at the bright moon, you should cry, and your hometown is the same in five places overnight." ”

Sleeve pick-up: "I want to dream of Wu Yue, and fly to the mirror lake and moon overnight." ”

Yan Bingzhi said again: "In the Qin period, the bright moon and the Han period, the Long March has not yet been returned." ”

Huai sleeve smiled: "Mingyue doesn't know how to leave hatred and suffering." The oblique light came to the dawn and pierced Zhu Hu. ”

Yan Bingzhi said again: "The moon is falling and the sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng is sad and sleepy." ”

Huai Sleeve still opened his mouth and replied: "The lonely lamp is unclear, and he rolls up the curtain and sighs at the moon sky." ”

Yan Bingzhi pondered for a moment, but he couldn't find a song containing the seven laws of "moon" for a while, and he couldn't help but be surprised in his heart.

This little woman was young, but she remembered so many poems, and those poems seemed to be engraved in her chest, and she didn't even need to think about it, she could easily come to her, thinking that he himself had been reading hard for decades, and he didn't feel a little admiration in his heart.

Seeing that Yan Bingzhi was thinking for a little longer, Huai Sleeve said with a smile: "The moon of Mount Emei is half in autumn, and the shadow enters the water flow of the Pingqiang River. ”

When Yan Bingzhi heard this, it was still the first seven laws, but he didn't come up with Li Bai's "Emei Mountain Moon Song" and couldn't help but feel ashamed, his face turned slightly red, and he took a sip of wine from his cup.

At this time, everyone also secretly admired Huai Sleeve's quick thinking, Rong Ruo and Su Malagu, the crescent moon and others saw that Huai Sleeve had a slight upper hand, and they all unconsciously showed a pleasant face.

After a short pause, Yan Bingzhi spoke again: "Mingyue Tower is resting alone. The wine entered the bowels and turned into lovesick tears. ”

Huai Sleeve also thought about it for a while: "I expect that every year the intestines will be broken, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka." ”

Yan Bingzhi said again: "Where are you sobering up tonight?" The willow bank, the wind and the waning moon. ”

Huai Sleeve thought for a moment, and a sentence from Rong Ruo's "Linjiang Immortal" came to his mind: Sparse one tree and five are colder, love him Mingyue is good, and haggard is also related. I thought that if I recited Nalan's poems in public at this time, I was afraid that everyone would be suspicious and spread rumors.

Moreover, Huai Sleeve really didn't want to entangle with this old Hanlin anymore, and just hoped that the matter would end earlier, and after thinking about it, he opened his mouth and chanted Lu Benzhong's "Picking Mulberries? Hating the king is not like Jiang Louyue": "Hating the king is not like Jiang Louyue, north and south, east and west, north and south, east and west, only with each other and no separation." Hating the monarch is like Jiang Louyue, temporarily full and losing, temporarily full and losing, when will you be reunited? ”

Yan Bingzhi couldn't help but be surprised when he heard her say a poem containing two words, thinking that if he was still right about one word, he would seem to be inferior to her, and he had to choose those who were the same or more than hers to recover.

After all, Yan Bingzhi has passed the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, and his thinking is gradually dull, and he can't think of a song for a while, and he doesn't realize that the beads of sweat on his forehead are gradually oozing out.

Everyone was silent, holding their breath and waiting, the hall was unusually quiet for a while, but the quieter it was, the more nervous Yan Bingzhi became, and even his palms were oozing sweat, and his hand holding the wine glass gradually felt slippery.

Just when everyone thought that he was going to admit defeat, this old Hanlin suddenly spoke: "The moon is bright, and the best people are shining." Shu is entangled, and he is quietly tired. The moon rises brightly, and the best people are scared. Sorrowful and tired. The moon rises and shines. Shu Yao is miserable, and his heart is miserable. ”