He Qiaoxin applauded Lu Yu suspiciously, but the doubts in his eyes continued unabated, and this poem written by Lu Yu seemed to have been heard.

Lu Yu walked back to his seat from the center of the hall in a round of applause, after Lu Yu sat down, He Qiaoxin and his father He Wenyuan next to him arched their hands to him to congratulate, Lu Yu nodded but did not speak.

"Who else Aiqing wants to try, tonight's night banquet, he should treat wine as a song, and he should actively participate in the event, is there anyone who wants to replace Lu Aiqing to compose poetry?"

Zhu Qizhen sat on the dragon chair, and when he saw that no one answered, he took out a note from his arms, and then said:

"Since no one volunteered, then I will call people, this recital was written by Commander Fan two days ago, saying that on the day of the palace night banquet, he is willing to help me perform, which is very good... I'm right, Fan Aiqing stepped forward to make a fu. ”

After Zhu Qizhen finished speaking, the eyes of everyone in the Fengtian Hall looked towards Fan Guang. Zhu Qiyu's eyes narrowed, and his face showed an unhappy expression, but it disappeared in a flash, and no one saw it.

Seeing the eyes of everyone in the Fengtian Hall looking at him, Fan Guang's cheeks twitched a little, and he moved slowly to the center of the hall, his face was embarrassed, Fan Guang didn't understand that the meaning of his book was just a dragon fart, and he really didn't think about anything else.

Zhu Qizhen saw that Fan Guang was silent for a long time, and couldn't help asking, "Fan Aiqing, when will you start?" ”

"Wechen starts now, Wechen is a general, think about it for a while." Fan Guang showed an ugly smile.

Yang Rong pulled his beard and looked at Fan Guang, who walked back and forth in front of the case, but had not put pen to paper for a long time, stroked his beard and said nothing, secretly wondering in his heart, how to help Fan Guang, after all, Fan Guang was a frequent visitor who always gave him gifts.

About a quarter of an hour passed, Fan Guang picked up the pen, Fan Guang is different from Yang Hong, although they are both Qiu Ba who was a soldier, Fan Guang has read books for a few days and learned poetry and songs.

If Fan Guang was the first to come out, Fan Guang would not have been worried for so long, mainly because the poems written by Lu Yu, the secretary of the Criminal Department, were too amazing, so that Fan Guang felt that he was too watery and lost his identity.

Fan Guang wrote for a while, put down the pen and ink, and like Lu Yu just now, he bowed his waist and lifted the rice paper with poems written on it upward.

Wang Zhen saw Zhu Qizhen's gesture, and hurriedly walked down again to bring the poem written by Fan Guang to the top, and read it to everyone below.

"Celebrating more than one year.

More than the years of Christmas Eve,

The sound of firecrackers is tear-jerking.

Today there is a banquet of the king,

The prosperous garden is full of things. ”

Everyone tasted it carefully, this poem was not very neat, but it was also said in the past, He Qiaoxin, a half-man, also read it silently in his heart, and felt that this poem was still a level worse than what he really made himself.

On the dragon chair, Zhu Qizhen was lost from hearing the first sentence, and he began to be a little lacking in interest. He thought that Fan Guang would dare to play, and he was also a person with the same name as Yang Hong, at least he would amuse himself like Yang Hong, but he didn't expect Fan Guang to be so decent and unremarkable.

Zhu Qizhen looked down, the dragon head glanced around, and saw that a bunch of people were commenting on Fan Guang's poem, he couldn't help but pout secretly, and then looked at He Qiaoxin again.

As soon as Lu Yu finished despising Fan Guang in his heart, he saw Zhu Qizhen looking at him again, and couldn't help but show an ugly smile on his face, he really had no ink in his stomach, the one just now was copied, and it would be really embarrassing to come again.

Here, He Qiaoxin also noticed Zhu Qizhen's gaze, and this time he could confirm that this Ming God of War was looking at him again, and he thought to himself secretly.

Could it be that this Zhu Qizhen wants me to come forward and sing?

In the center of Fengtian Palace, after Fan Guangshi finished the salute, he returned to his seat, and seeing He Qiaoxin in a daze, he couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "What's wrong with my brother?" Is it dude, is my verse too stinky? ”

Hearing Fan Guang's question, He Qiaoxin came back to his senses and hurriedly replied to Fan Guang: "The elder brother is smiling, the younger brother is not laughing at your poems anymore, but the younger brother is thinking, how long will this night banquet be, the younger brother is a little tired." ”

"I see, this night banquet will be a long time, and this is where it will go."

After Fan Guang finished speaking, he laughed and didn't care about He Qiaoxin anymore.

Zhu Qizhen was a little unhappy on the dragon chair, and he looked at He Qiaoxin for a long time, but he didn't even volunteer to make a good song, let him come to the palace to participate in the banquet, and hinted at him like this, he didn't even understand.

"Your Majesty, Lu Shangshu and Commander Fan are both talented people! In just a few moments, I made poems, which is really worthy of being the talent of my Ming Dynasty. ”

Yang Rong was worried about how Fan Guang could make poems, but he didn't expect this guy to really make it, although it was not good, Yang Rong still stood up and made a difference for Fan Guang.

The officials who usually surrounded Yang Rong also nodded and praised.

"Yes!"

"Lord Lu and General Fan are really talented!"

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Zhu Qizhen, who was already a little unhappy, had no choice but to follow, and then turned his head and asked the Empress Dowager Sun who was sitting on the left:

"What does the Queen Mother think of the verses written by Commander Fan?"

Empress Dowager Sun's phoenix eyes were seductive, and a majestic voice came out of her mouth.

"The mourning family thinks it's okay."

After speaking, he continued to enjoy the pastries and food on the table under the service of the palace maid, and no longer paid attention to it.

Before Zhu Qizhen could continue to express his opinion, Zhu Qiyu below suddenly said: "Brother Huang, my brother thinks that the poem written by General Fan just now is really not in the stream, it is too ordinary. ”

Fan Guang, who had just finished drinking a glass of jade liquid, couldn't help but raise his head when he heard this, and he really couldn't figure out why His Royal Highness King Yu, who was usually good with him, commented like this.

He Qiaoxin, who was sitting next to him, had a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had thought of something.

As soon as Zhu Qiyu's words fell, everyone in the hall began to whisper, commenting on the poem Fan Guang had just written.

"Since all Aiqing, including my royal brother King Yuwang, said that Commander Fan's poem is not good, then let's let the experts in this area make a comparison and comparison, I remember that I have made a decree, He Qiaoxin, the third son of He Aiqing, the waiter of the Criminal Department, will attend the night banquet, is He Qiaoxin here?"

Zhu Qizhen didn't think about anything else, but when Zhu Qiyu was cooperating with him, he said in his heart that he was worthy of being my younger brother, that is, he understood me. Following Zhu Qiyu's words, he belittled Fan Guang's poem on the surface, and asked He Qiaoxin if he was here.

He Qiaoxin couldn't help but wonder, this Ming God of War is really playable. He had obviously eaten at a table with him in Yang Hong's mansion, and he had been staring at himself since he came to the Fengtian Palace. Definitely recognized himself, how could he not know if he was here or not.

The most powerful young man in the Ming Dynasty spoke, He Qiaoxin had no choice but to stand up, walk quickly to the center of the hall, bow down and say:

"He Qiaoxin, the grass people, please say hello to Your Majesty! Long live my emperor, long live, long live! ”

Because it is a special formal banquet event in the palace, it is not easy to see the emperor He Qiaoxin in front of a bunch of people, and it is not easy to hold his identity as a lifter, calling himself a master or a student, or Xie Yuangong or something, because he has no official or position, he can only call himself a grass citizen.

"Flat! Are you He Qiaoxin? Seeing that He Qiaoxin was forced out by himself, Zhu Qizhen suddenly became interested.

Looking at He Qiaoxin with playful eyes, Zhu Qizhen continued: "I heard that your literary and poetry are unparalleled in the world, and today's hall is full of my Ming humerus, are you willing to compose a poem to commemorate." ”

"The grass people are He Qiaoxin, the third son of He Wenyuan, the servant of the Criminal Department, and the poems of the grass people are just folk legends, and the grass people still know how many catties and taels they have."

Sanyang, Zhu Qiyu, Fan Guang, Bei Tai and other people who knew He Qiaoxin, when they saw He Qiaoxin say this, they all thought that He Qiaoxin was polite.

"Haha! The so-called people are the roots, since the folk legend is that your poetry is unparalleled, it is definitely not groundless, and when you come, you will add a poem to me and all Aiqing. ”

After Zhu Qizhen finished speaking, he looked at He Qiaoxin with a little expectation.

He Qiaoxin knelt down again, and then said slowly: "Your Majesty, the grass people are unwell today, and they really have no thoughts, please forgive Your Majesty." ”

He Wenyuan, who was watching with interest, saw that He Wenyuan's wine glass fell on the table with a "clang", He Wenyuan didn't expect that the third son, He Qiaoxin, would dare to refuse the emperor's order in front of the ministers and princes, which was disrespectful.

Sanyang frowned, and Zhu Qiyu also looked worried.

In a position near the gate of Fengtian Palace, a girl heard He Qiaoxin's words just now, looked at He Qiaoxin's back in front of her, and knew that something was wrong. didn't think too much about it, quickly stood up and ran to the center of the hall, but a general next to her didn't catch her, pointed at her back and fainted.

On the dragon chair, Zhu Qizhen's face became particularly ugly, and the Empress Dowager Sun and Empress Dowager Zhang next to him looked at He Qiaoxin kneeling below.

Seeing the scene here, Wang Zhen knew that the opportunity was coming, stepped forward, pointed at He Qiaoxin's hat and buckled it first: "Bold He Qiaoxin!" Do you want to resist the will and disrespect? ”

At this time, the girl's figure came to He Qiaoxin's side and spoke in the shocked eyes of everyone.

"Please atone for the emperor's sins, Gongzi He is just unwell, and the little girl Qian Yuan can testify."

He Qiaoxin, who knelt down and didn't look up, heard Qian Yuan's words, quickly raised his head, looked at Qian Yuanyuan who was kowtowing next to him, and couldn't help but lock his eyebrows together, he naturally dared to refuse Zhu Qizhen's order, of course there was a way to avoid punishment.

The moment Qian rushed to the center of the hall, Zhu Qizhen's eyes lit up, and he only felt that this girl was very special, giving Zhu Qizhen a chic feeling.

Empress Dowager Zhang looked at the money that was kowtowing incessantly, and couldn't help but think of Hu Shanxiang, who said that he was unwell tonight and couldn't come to the banquet, and felt that they were so similar.

"That's it! Call it a day. Today's Chinese New Year's Eve, Shu and everyone Aiqing are very happy, how can they punish He Qiaoxin because he is unwilling to compose poetry, and Shu is not a tyrant. The two of you hurry back to your seats, the banquet will continue, He Qiaoxin will not do it, there are others who want to come to the stage to help the fun, you don't want to ruin everyone's interest. ”

As soon as Zhu Qizhen's words fell, the ministers below shouted in unison, "My Emperor Shengming!" ”

He Qiaoxin hurriedly pulled Qian Yuan back to their respective seats, and when he saw He Qiaoxin sitting back, He Wenyuan, who was sitting in front of He Qiaoxin, breathed a sigh of relief, his heart relaxed, and he turned around and scolded in a low voice:

"Qiao Xinwu'er, don't you dare to talk to Your Majesty like this, you are scared to death as a father."

As he spoke, He Wenyuan also stroked his chest and gasped for breath, he was really frightened just now. As the saying goes, a companion is like a tiger! The Son of Heaven was furious, and the corpses were floating for hundreds of miles.

This time, Zhu Qizhen no longer paid attention to He Qiaoxin, but set his eyes on Qian Yuanyuan, who was close to the gate of Fengtian Palace.

Empress Dowager Sun looked at Zhu Qizhen, who was staring at Qian curling beside her, and couldn't help but show a fierce light on her face.

Zhu Qiyu, who was on the top of his left hand, looked at Zhu Qizhen, then at He Qiaoxin, and finally set his eyes on Qian Yuan, holding the jade liquid thoughtfully.

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