As soon as her voice fell, there were sounds of benches falling on all sides, and some of them were psychologically fragile, and they fell to the ground together with the table.

The expressions of the three princes were all blank. There are only all kinds of "white" left in Murong Zhi's mind.

Very white, very white, very white?

Very, very, very white?

Extraordinarily white, extra-white?

Extremely white, thief white?

Or died in vain?

Bai Cheng doesn't count like this, and he has to add a sentence of "ah-" at the end."

After everyone was silent for a long time, they also looked up at the sky together, and observed carefully, is today's white clouds really that white? Princess Bai Dezhan was delirious, and after looking at the sky, she made a poem that came and went in vain, and in vain to heaven and earth?

Everyone was still stunned, and they hadn't regained their senses for a long time.

Some people are thinking about Murong Zhi's poems, and seriously consider them, in addition to the most basic phrases used to put together randomly, are there any other highlights in the poems? If not, why would the War Princess read it out on such an occasion? Some people are thinking about whether the paragraph she just now is considered a poem, it doesn't seem to conform to the pattern of quatrains, and it doesn't conform to the format of a poem, not even a word.

Of course, those who think about these are people who are brilliantly written, quick to react, and attach great importance to poetry. Most people still looked at the sky, and their eyes were dazzled by the sun above the clouds, and they did not withdraw their eyes from looking up at the white clouds for a long time.

They felt that they might be able to take a good look at Baiyun from today. They may have paid too little attention to Baiyun before, so now when they hear a poem praising Baiyun, they feel so thunderous. They have a feeling that they have been tormented by thunder and lightning for a long time, and they are almost baked, so they are beginning to succeed in scorching inside and tender on the outside.

The corners of the empress dowager's old man's mouth twitched a little, and even the emperor looked at the sky in a daze for a long time before coming back to his senses.

Ahem...... The white clouds in the sky are so white!

After everyone came back to their senses, they looked at Murong Zhi's eyes, each one more strange than the other. Nangong Yu picked up the wine glass and drank wine, coughed lightly a few times, hiding the smile on his thin lips. Nangong Li opened his fan, observed it carefully, and no longer looked at the field, as if he hoped that he could see a flower in the fan.

Nangong Ao's cold complexion was still the same, and his powerful big hand was gently tapping on the table as if he were leisurely and indifferent, but if he looked closely, he could see that the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

No one said a word, and no one broke the silence. Those ministers said that they were not doing well, and they were afraid of offending people. And those who don't like Murong Zhi, and are afraid of such strange poems, are not as simple as they seem on the surface, and there may be deep meanings hidden in them, so they refute them without knowing anything, but they seem to be uneducated.

It's a good job, but they really want to break their heads, and they don't know what's good. Well. The whiteness of the white clouds is described very intuitively, and it is emphatically emphasized, so that after listening to this poem, everyone will never forget that the white clouds died in vain, is this good?

After being silent for a long time, it was embarrassing and painful, and finally the emperor asked: "What is the deep meaning of this poem besides white?" ”

Obviously, His Majesty the Emperor also felt that Murong Zhi's poems should have other meanings. I didn't want to refute it casually, and in the end, Murong Zhi said his deep meaning, which made him, the king of the country, lose face. So ask first!