Yuan Zhen is an elm pimple, the kind that can only die reading.

On the way, Zhu Di instructed him to take the noble children of Da Ming Xun to contact Zhu Chen, and Yuan Zhen analyzed it for a long time before he understood Zhu Di's intentions.

"It turned out that my grandfather wanted me to accumulate contacts for my eldest brother."

Even if it is the emperor's grandson, he needs connections, and he needs someone to serve the public, otherwise he will be a fart emperor's grandson.

Therefore, Zhu Di arranged it like this, naturally hoping that Zhu Chen could make these noble children admire and convince them in contact.

When he really recovers his identity in the future, everyone will obey him.

After Yuan Zhen understood the meaning, he immediately wrote an invitation, inviting the sons and daughters of the nobles in the capital to make an appointment to hold a poetry meeting in Zuixian Tower tomorrow.

Soon, this invitation was also sent to Zhu Chen.

Zhu Chen didn't want to go, after all, he didn't know how to do poetry, but thinking that Yuan Zhen was his younger brother, Zhu Chen didn't shirk it.

went back to sleep, and the next morning, Zhu Chen took the two Tie Hanhan to the Drunken Immortal Tower.

When Cuihua and Qiuxiang heard the drunken immortal building, their eyes lit up, and they were reincarnated as a starving ghost, even if they gnawed two bites of stones.

The poetry meeting was held in the private room on the second floor.

When Zhu Chen walked into this private room, he found that this private room was very large and the environment was very good.

At this time, there were already quite a few people sitting inside.

Among them, most of them are like Yuan Zhen, who are related to the status of royal relatives.

There is Mei Shunchang, the eldest son of Princess Ningguo, the second daughter of Zhu Yuanzhang, Lu Fei, the eldest son of Princess Runing, and Wang Zhenqing, the second son of Princess Huaiqing......

There were a lot of people, about twenty or thirty.

The two Tie Hanhan followed behind Zhu Chen, looking left and right.

Qiu Xiang muttered: "Obediently, the identity of this group of people is not weak." ”

Cuihua slapped him on the skull and whispered, "Our identity is stronger. ”

Qiu Xiang sighed and nodded in agreement.

Yuan Zhen was entertaining them at this time, but when he saw Zhu Chen coming, he hurriedly ran over to greet them and saluted Zhu Chen: "Big brother, you are here." ”

Zhu Chen smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be so polite, we are brothers." ”

Seeing that the eldest brother was so easy-going, Yuan Zhen also showed a smile on his face, and hurriedly said: "Big brother, you come here to sit, I will leave a place for you." ”

Zhu Chen nodded and followed Yuan Zhen to the front of the poetry meeting.

There are dozens of seats in total, and the scene of Yuan Zhen walking over with Zhu Chen was also seen by the other princes, and they couldn't help but be curious.

"Who is this person, why have you never seen it before?"

"Yes, why does Yuan Zhen respect him so much."

"Could it be that this person's identity is not simple, but in this case, why doesn't he wear jade around his waist?"

Wang Zhenqing, Mei Shunchang, Lu Fei and others were puzzled and curious about Zhu Chen's identity.

"Big brother, sit here." Yuan Zhen pointed to a location and said.

Zhu Chen glanced at it, this is the main seat.

When he first arrived, everyone here still didn't recognize him, and he suddenly sat on the main seat, and I was afraid that everyone was not convinced.

What's more, this is Yuan Zhen's position.

He shook his head: "Little brother, you can sit down." ”

Yuan Zhen solemnly bowed his hand and made a gesture of invitation: "Please also invite the eldest brother to sit down!" If the younger brother is allowed to sit in this position, the younger brother will not be able to sleep well. ”

Yuan Zhen was so respectful that the following sons were even more unbelievable.

Who is this man?

Why is Yuan Zhen so respectful?

Seeing that Yuan Zhen was so persistent, Zhu Chen immediately stopped twisting, and patted Yuan Zhen on the shoulder: "Thank you." ”

Then he sat down on the throne.

Yuan Zhen had a smile on his face, and turned to look at all the princes: "Let me introduce to you, this is my eldest brother, named Zhu Chen." ”

Eldest brother?

When did Yuan Zhen have a big brother.

You know, his mother is the eldest princess of this dynasty, and her power is better than that of their sons.

But why, Yuan Zhen is willing to recognize this person as his eldest brother?

Wang Zhenqing's heart sank, this person is by no means simple!

There were all smart people present, and they all immediately realized that Zhu Chen's identity was not simple.

But, after all, it was a person he didn't know, and he suddenly sat on the main seat, which made everyone feel competitive and want to compete.

If you don't have some real skills, how can you sit on that throne and outperform everyone?

Thinking like this, Mei Shunchang was the first to stand up.

He smiled at Zhu Chen: "Brother Zhu, today is the poetry meeting, I don't know if Brother Zhu can compose poems?" ”

Poetry?

Zhu Chen was not that interested.

He stood up and saluted back: "I'm sorry, I don't know how to write poetry." ”

No, it won't, there's nothing to squirm about.

Hearing this, everyone present frowned slightly.

Although it is not said on the surface, it is vaguely unhappy in my heart.

Since you can't compose poetry and can't subdue everyone, what is the main seat for you?

Yuan Zhen's face changed slightly, he felt guilty in his heart, and hurriedly apologized to Zhu Chen: "I've caused trouble to my eldest brother, I didn't know that you couldn't compose poetry." ”

Mu Ne people don't know how to be tactful, so they naturally can't speak.

But his face was sincere, which made Zhu Chen not surprised: "It's okay, little brother, I don't know how to compose poetry, it's okay to listen to it." ”

Yuan Zhen was still a little uneasy in his heart, feeling that he owed his eldest brother.

Offstage, Wang Zhenqing stood up with a smile: "It's okay, since Brother Zhu can't compose poems, how about I compose a poem for him?" ”

Wang Zhenqing, this person is the second son of Wang Ning, the commander of the horse who was killed.

Zhu Di smashed people's buttocks, and ordered that family members were not allowed to mourn, everything was going on as usual, and no funerals were allowed.

There's no way, who made Zhu Di so vicious.

dare to bully his grandson and daughter and die to death.

As soon as Wang Ning died, Wang Zhenqing's family almost collapsed, but Wang Zhenqing endured his grief.

He must get all the power he has lost back!

He must become stronger, so strong that even the royal family would not dare to give him death easily.

Therefore, Wang Zhenqing also came out to participate in the poetry meeting at this time of grief, just to have more contact with other sons and establish contacts.

Hearing that Wang Zhenqing was willing to compose poems, everyone rose.

"Wang Zhenqing, you are talented, do it quickly."

"I'll hear it."

"Of all the people here, you are the highest."

In history, Wang Zhenqing was named Jingtai's top ten talents, and his talent is naturally outstanding.

Seeing that everyone was chasing after him, Wang Zhenqing smiled on his face and stepped out: "The song of the four seasons of Yanyu's life." ”

Seeing Wang Zhenqing's movements, everyone was overjoyed.

"Haha, Brother Wang must want to emulate Cao Zhi's seven-step poem."

"Today, it's an eye-opener."

"Take the second step."

In the urging, Wang Zhenqing took the second step.

"Hesitant for thousands of years."

Step 3, Step 4.

"Joy and sorrow are dissipated."

Step 5, Step 6.

The last step, the seventh step, Wang Zhenqing read out the last sentence: "The partridge rushes into the sky with the sky!" ”

He was telling himself that no matter how much tribulation he tribulated, he would rush to the sky.

There was a burst of amazement all around.

"Seven steps into a poem, the only king of the Ming Dynasty is Zhenqing."

"Seven steps into a poem, I can't do it, Brother Wang is really talented."

"Good poetry, hesitant but not losing ambition, good poetry."

Everyone is immersed in the artistic conception of this poem, and the taste is endless and unforgettable.

Yuan Zhen also thought carefully, and his eyes lit up: "Brother Wang, he is really a great talent in the world." ”

Wang Zhenqing smiled and arched his hand: "Accept it, this poem is written for Brother Zhu." ”

Zhu Chen sits on the main seat, his identity must be extraordinary, Wang Zhenqing has the heart to stammer.

So between the words, with respect.

Even the waist is slightly bent to show respect.

As soon as Zhu Chen was about to speak, Tie Hanhan behind him spoke.

Cuihua looked puzzled: "What is a partridge, can a bird soar into the sky?" You're exaggerating. ”

Qiu Xiang nodded again and again: "That's it, can the partridge go to the sky?" You showed us the last one, and you made this poem, isn't it a lie? ”

"You're fooling us."