After Xie An finished reading, the huge square resounded with bursts of sobbing, and many princes and ministers also missed their deceased wives and cried out one after another.

The eldest prince was shocked to get off work, and Emperor Wu also turned into wood and remained motionless.

"Seventh brother, this is what you wrote." Zhao Zifeng covered her mouth, she couldn't believe that her younger brother, who didn't learn and didn't know how to learn, had such talent.

"Nonsense, who doesn't eat a meal of dumplings, don't care, don't care." Zhao Zili hurriedly waved his hand, he didn't want to be famous, staying alive was the king.

Only then did everyone's faces recover, yes, who hasn't had a highlight moment, and a poem can't say anything.

"Your Highness is joking, being able to write such poems is better than a talented person." Xie An was deeply impressed, in his opinion, the Seventh Prince was wise and foolish, and he was deeply hidden.

"Thank you, my lord, this king is about to go to Haining, and this poem is also accidental and untrue." Zhao Zili's preface and afterword are just to tell the people present that there is no threat if he is leaving.

Sure enough, the eldest prince also stepped forward and said: "The seventh brother is modest, talent is talented, and the eldest brother will go to Haining to see you in the future." ”

Emperor Wu squinted his eyes and watched, could it be that this old seven had really been hiding for so many years, if it was true, it would be terrifying.

"In that case, the Seventh Highness has also entered the second round." Xie An didn't say anything more, everyone knew about the royal family, and he also wanted to see if these Seven Highnesses were really talented.

The second scene is a painting in which a man on a couch reaches forward in the midst of a raging storm, as if he is desperate to do something.

The rest of the study breathed a sigh of relief, and it was easy to write.

started writing one after another, Zhao Zili made up his mind not to write, don't ask, he can't write if he asks.

"Seventh brother, why don't you know how to write." Zhao Zifeng looked at Zhao Zili, who was motionless, and asked.

"I can't get it out, holding back such a song has used up the ink in my stomach." Zhao Zili's face was embarrassed.

Zhao Zifeng shook his head and didn't say anything, just continued to lower his head and think, but his eyes were not looking at Zhao Zili.

"Old Seven, why don't you write?" Emperor Wu asked, he could write ten years of life and death, he didn't believe that his son couldn't write a simpler topic.

"Back to my father, my sons are still thinking about it, but I don't have any ideas." Zhao Zili hurriedly stood up.

"Oh?" Emperor Wu touched his beard, looked at his sons, and seemed to understand something.

"As long as you can write another good poem, Haining's maritime trade will be handed over to you." Emperor Wu unleashed a bombshell.

Maritime trade was also an important tax point for the imperial court, which shocked everyone.

The eldest prince couldn't sit still at first, got up and said: "Father, maritime trade is too expensive and important, although it is only Haining..."

"Hmph, you also know it's Haining!" Emperor Wu snorted coldly, Zhao Zilin's heart trembled, and he quickly sat down.

"Yes, that's Haining, there are no resources at all, even if it's maritime trade, there are few merchant ships." Thinking of this, the eldest prince hurriedly pleaded guilty with Emperor Wu.

"Father can be serious!" Zhao Zili was overjoyed, if he had the right to trade at sea, he was completely sure that he would make money every day.

Emperor Wu nodded and said, "You have no jokes, the premise is that you want to squeeze the heroes." ”

Zhao Zili hurriedly spread out the rice paper, and Zhao Zifeng on the side didn't write anymore and helped him grind.

Glancing at the flower roll, he already had a plan in his heart, and a momentum emanated.

The other students will not be frightened, they are all rich and wealthy, and they think they will not lose.

Xie An looked at Zhao Zili and looked forward to his work.

"I'm done!" Zhao Zili stood up and handed the poem to Xie An.

When Xie An saw it, he was speechless in surprise.

"Xie Qingjia, read it quickly." Emperor Wu saw Zhuang's words and reminded him, and he saw that this kid had written something terrible.

"Yes!" Xie An cleared his throat, and the others were also curious about what kind of poetry could make Xie An so out of shape.

"The stiff and lonely village does not mourn itself, and Shang Si is the national military wheel. Lying down at night and listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse and the glacier fell into a dream. Although Xie An is a literati, he is also enthusiastic now.

The eldest prince has been on the battlefield for a long time, and when he hears this poem, he can't wait to immediately put on his clothes and fight the enemy.

The other students also put down their pens and bowed to Zhao Zili, they knew that their poems would never surpass this poem.

Many of the forbidden soldiers present began to mumble to themselves, this poem was really written in their hearts.

"Good, good, good." Emperor Wu is overjoyed, it seems that you are going to take the lead in this poetry meeting.

"Thank you for your father's compliment." Zhao Zili hurriedly thanked him.

Several other princes also stepped forward to congratulate, at this time, they still have to behave better, as long as Zhao Zili leaves, even if he writes poems well, it is useless.

"Wow, boss, you're amazing." Fan Jian was also happy from the bottom of his heart.

"Your Majesty, these two poems will definitely go down in history." As the host of this poetry meeting, Xie An also had a rare smile.

"Your Majesty, the minister has something to say." Supervising the imperial history Li Li, he suddenly spoke.

"Oh, Li Yushi, what do you have to say." Emperor Wu is in a good mood today, usually he doesn't treat these imperial histories very well, and he will spray all day long.

"Your Majesty, as we all know, the Seventh Prince's usual academic performance is not good, in order to write such two good poems this time, Weichen thinks that Lord Xie and the Seventh Prince secretly colluded to leak the exam questions." Li Li usually didn't like Xie An, but this time he seized the opportunity.

Everyone present also had this question to a greater or lesser extent, but no one dared to say that this Li Yushi was really a head.

"Hahaha, this adult, you say that this king is okay, even Lord Xie dares to spray." Zhao Zili laughed, as if he had heard the funniest thing in the world.

Emperor Wu's face sank, and his good mood was ruined, but if he didn't explain Lao Qi's usual knowledge, he really didn't know much, and he couldn't block this leisurely mouth, which would damage the royal image.

"Your Highness the Seventh, everyone knows how you usually are, and it's hard not to be suspicious this time." Li Li is actually the person of the eldest prince, and just now Jia Xu secretly passed the news that he must bite the seventh prince to death.

And Jia Xu's real purpose is Xie An, to clear the way for the future of the eldest prince.

"Zili, you can prove your innocence, this is about Lord Xie's reputation." Zhao Zifeng asked on the side, she was also a little anxious.

"Sixth sister, don't worry, this is a trivial matter, but Er'er." Zhao Zili stood up.

Then he said loudly to Emperor Wu: "Since this imperial historian said that Erchen and Master Xie secretly communicated with each other, then Erchen asked for any minister on the scene to ask for a question, and if he couldn't do it, it would be considered a capital crime." ”

Emperor Wu frowned, looked at Li Li and then at Zhao Zili, and said, "You are serious." ”

"Erchen please" Zhao Zili knelt down with a plop, the clay man still has three points of anger, this keyboard warrior sees that I don't kill him.

There are 300 Tang poems, what type is not, you can't die.

"Okay, but you also have to have a degree, just take the three poems as the standard, if you can write it, Li Yushi is a false accusation, you can't write it, Xie An and you are both demoted to concubines." Emperor Wu is also a tiger, and it is difficult to do so.

"Thank you, Father." Zhao Zili stood up, walked up to Xie An and said, "Master Xie, in the past, the kid didn't learn and didn't know how to do it, and I'm afraid this time it will also affect you." ”

Xie An smiled heartily and said, "Your Highness doesn't have to be like this, I believe in you." ”

Then Zhao Zili walked to Li Li's side and stared at him, Li Li was a little nervous.

"Then let's ask this Imperial Master to ask the question first."

"Hmph, I don't believe you can write it." Li Li straightened his clothes, looked around, and had an idea: "I don't embarrass Your Highness, just use wine as the theme, it's very simple." ”

Everyone present understood that although the topic of wine is simple, it is very difficult to write because there are too many good poems, which is digging a big hole.

"Haha, it's really easy." Zhao Zili turned around and walked three steps, shouting, "Paper, ink." ”

Fan Jian's eyes were quick, and he immediately put the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone in front of him.

"Hmph, look at it." Zhao Zili picked up the pen, finished writing a poem with enthusiasm, and said to Fan Jian: "Usually everyone calls us the two evils of the imperial capital, and today you can read this poem." ”

Fan Jian's eyes were red, he stood in front of the case, and recited loudly: "Will enter the wine,

You don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns. ”

The first sentence shocked everyone, and Li Li was even more stunned on the spot.

"You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

…………

Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you. ”

After Fan Jian finished reading it, his consciousness was full of enthusiasm, and he looked at Zhao Zili full of gratitude, thinking that he knew that from today onwards, Fan Jian would no longer be a bastard who did not learn and did not know how to do it.

Everyone was stunned, and they were so shocked by this song that they were numb.

"Next, who else will be the problem?" The atmosphere is here, and Zhao Zili doesn't care so much.

"Your Highness." It turned out to be Meng Tiankui, the leader of the forbidden army, who suddenly knelt down, only to see him say: "The minister's wife passed away not long ago, and I want to ask for a poem, a poem that only belongs to my wife, please fulfill it Your Highness." ”

Xie An's face sank, how could this Meng Tiankui's usual five big and three rough people make trouble at this time, the memory of his wife just now has reached the peak, and it is not necessary to come again.

In fact, Meng Tiankui didn't have any bad intentions, and he knew that he was embarrassed, but his wife loved poetry the most when she was alive, and when she saw Zhao Zili so powerful, she only wanted poems that belonged to his wife.

"Your Highness the Seventh, you have to agree to General Meng's request." Li Lifu's face was happy.

Zhao Zili didn't look at him, turned around and helped Meng Tiankui up, and said: "The general and his wife have a deep relationship, and the main hall will naturally be fulfilled." ”

Lay out the rice paper again, close your eyes and take a deep breath, and write again.

Zhao Zifeng stepped forward, looked at his hands and began to tremble unconsciously, and it didn't take long for a poem to be completed.

"Sixth sister, please read it to everyone this time." Zhao Zili handed the written poem to Zhao Zifeng.

"Okay." Zhao Zifeng turned to face the emperor and the ministers, controlling his excitement.

"Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking.

Can this be recalled? It's just that it was already clear at the time. ”

After reading a poem, Zhao Zifeng was already in tears.