This situation and this scene inevitably made Nangong Mountain indignant.

Although Nangong Qing named himself and made him have to be there, first because he didn't want Nangong Ding to be alone, and secondly, it was also to train himself.

But in this case, it is obvious that Nangong is the protagonist.

After the tea party, if these officials are really safe, then they are grateful to Dade, only Nangong Ding, not him Nangong Mountain.

The atmosphere in the hall gradually became warm, although he drank the best wind and frowned, but his mouth was full of bitterness and his heart was uneven.

Li Feibai on the side paid close attention to Liu Renfang.

It seems that this Lord Liu has taken good care of his kidneys, and after drinking so much tea, he doesn't go to the thatched house!

Alcohol can be intoxicating, but drinking too much tea seems to be able to strengthen courage.

Taking advantage of such a scene, the Ministry of Rites Shangshu stood up and arched his hand and said: "I heard that the prince is both civil and military, and the lower officials have never had the opportunity to pay respects, I wonder if there is a chance to see the prince's demeanor today?" ”

The prince in his mouth naturally refers to Nangong Ding, and unconsciously, everyone has automatically ignored Nangong Mountain.

"That's right, I heard that Lord Wang, you are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and you are proficient in everything, and you are not inferior to contemporary everyone, especially in chess, and you are a teacher of chess saint Huang Daozi, and I am invincible in David, I don't know if I can be lucky enough to see it today?" The official secretary agreed.

"I beg the prince to let me wait to see the style."

With a smile, Nangong Ding stood up from his seat, how could he refuse this kind of request.

More than ninety percent of the six Jiuqing are civil officials, and these people do not rule out some pedantic people, maybe they can make a few excellent poems to make them stand on their side, why not?

Since he and Nangong Mountain have unanimously finished the "White Tiger" on the matter of "White Tiger", it is time to fight internally.

He decided to completely crush Nangong Mountain's momentum to death.

"Everyone, be safe, since everyone has such Yaxing, then this king dares to disobey his orders?"

"Good!"

"Good!"

The crowd erupted in applause.

Seeing this, Li Feibai secretly rejoiced in his heart: This is another opportunity to deepen the contradiction between the two.

And Nangong Mountain on the side, his face was blue, drinking tea in frustration, he wanted to leave the table, but he was afraid of losing his demeanor and telling the truth.

"Lord Qian Liangye, the secretary of the ministry, is my great writer of the country, so please ask him to ask the question." Nangong Ding smiled and spoke.

"That being the case, the lower official is offended." Qian Liangye replied.

"Lord Qian doesn't need to be polite, just ask the question."

After pondering for a moment, Qian Liangye said loudly: "Lord, how about making a Tibetan poem with the words 'Long live David'?" ”

"That's a good question." The officials below began to heckle.

Suddenly, the words "Long live David" spread in the temple again.

"The topic is good, Rongben Wang Tea Time." Nangong Ding spoke.

Then he picked up the teacup, took a slow sip, and paced back and forth in the hall.

Of course, no one dared to make any noise during this period.

"There it is!" Nangong Ding's eyes lit up.

"The lower officials and others listen to the masterpiece." Qian Liangye bowed down.

"The king is ugly." Nangong Ding collected his emotions and chanted the poem in his mouth:

"The big root is a big husband, Wei Qian's grandsons, Wei Juezhen, ten thousand plums, ten thousand bamboos, ten thousand pines and cypresses, and plum blossoms and plum blossoms."

The beginning of the four verses reads together: Long live David!

"Good!"

No matter how well the poem was written, as soon as Qian Liangye finished the last word in Nangong Ding, he took the lead in applauding.

The rest of the people in the hall, regardless of whether they understood the meaning of the poem or not, didn't even hear what kind of poem Nangong had ordered, and they also clapped their hands red.

In short, the applause is right.

Just kidding, the other party is King Zhao who can still compose poems in the middle of the day, who dares to offend?

"Poof"

What kind of bullshit poetry is this, at most a few elegant sentences that are patched together, Li Feibai smiled disdainfully in his heart.

Of course, there are many officials who set a round for Nangong.

The Ministry of Rites Shangshu stood up and said: "A good big root and a big husband, a good sentence of ten thousand plums, ten thousand bamboos, ten thousand pines and cypresses, and plum blossoms and plum blossoms, this poem not only responds to the situation, but also reminds us to be upright pines and cypresses, don't do the sad plum blossoms, as for the big husband, it is naturally the prince." ”

"You're smiling."

In the enthusiasm of the officials, Nangong Ding, who has always been calm and cautious, is also unconsciously a little fluttering.

"Isn't it just poetry? My prince will too! ”

At this time, an extremely discordant voice resounded throughout the hall.

Everyone's eyes looked at Li Feibai together.

He slowly got up from his seat and wanted to walk to Nangong Mountain, but was stopped by the people in the assassination camp.

"Stop, what do you want to do?"

Hearing Li Feibai say this, although Nangong Mountain doesn't know what he wants to do, it would be great if he could reverse the current decline.

So, he also stood up and said to Nangong: "Uncle Huang, he is my personal medical officer, let him come over." ”

Nangong Ding naturally knew about this "vain gift", since Nangong Shan asked for it, it was not good for him to refuse in public.

"Let him come."

Under the leadership of several people in the assassination camp, Li Feibai came to Nangong Mountain's side.

"You just said that the mountains can also compose poems?" Nangong Ding asked.

"Yes, although my prince is not as tall as King Zhao, he is usually at home, and occasionally writes poems to practice calligraphy, and it just so happens that he also likes to hide his head poems, and it just so happens that he also wrote a 'Long live David' Tibetan head poem, but my prince is low-key and did not take it out for everyone to taste."

Li Feibai's words fiercely satirized Nangong Ding.

With a trace of murderous intent in his eyes, Nangong fixed his eyes on the medical officer in front of him.

In such a scene, none of the important officials of the imperial court dared to offend themselves, and a small medical hall dared to jump out and make fun of the king?

Are you living impatiently?

And Nangong Shan looked confused, staring at Li Feibai, meaning: When will this king compose poetry?

Secretly pulled Nangong Shan's sleeve, Li Feibai glanced at him, told him to calm down, and left everything to himself.

"Is there such a coincidence in this world?" Qian Liangye couldn't help but ask.

In fact, these officials are not stupid, where is Nangong Mountain who can compose poems, it is clear that this medical officer of the Qi Palace, he just wants his master to be in the limelight.

The crowd did not expose his lies, and some even admired his loyalty.

"That being the case, this little brother, why don't you take out King Qi's poems for everyone to enjoy." Ministry of Industry Shangshu said.

Nangong Ding smiled nonchalantly and said, "I didn't expect that Shan'er usually has such a Yaxing, so let's take out your poems and help everyone have fun!" ”

Nangong Shan looked at Li Feibai blankly.

"There are too many poems that my prince usually composes, and he can't remember which one, but this Tibetan poem is full of pride, and it is just memorized by the villain, so let the villain read it."

No one will believe this kind of unqualified lie, but no one dares to question it.

Li Feibai grasped this point, and what he wanted was such an effect.

If not, how can you highlight your ability, and how can you let Nangong Ding, a person who cherishes talents, notice him.