"Hey, did you write it?" The pen Liu Ruyun was carrying was about to freeze, but Xiao Chen didn't speak, and couldn't help urging loudly.

"Beauty is not born in viviparity, it should be the plum blossom tree that grows, and the peach blossoms are easy to fall, and the falling flowers are more affectionate than you." Xiao Chen groaned loudly, and everyone was silent, only the sound of Liu Ruyun's pen brushing the dragon and snake.

The beginning sentence is not bad, but it still seems to be a little frivolous, Xiya is silent, Zhang Jueer is silent, but the pure heart is pounding.

Why does it feel like Xiao Chen's poems are not written for Xiya, but for himself?

Quietly looked at Xiao Chen, but saw that he was drunk, and continued to say aloud, "Quietly cultivating action and meditation, the past lover is now, if you learn the Tao with this heart, what is the difficulty of becoming a Buddha?" ”

Everyone listened to it and was silent, so are you a Zen poem or a love poem?

"Tie the knot with one heart to make the dust, although the life is short-lived, and the reincarnation of the Qing will meet each other, and the wind will be a young man."

It seems to be a love poem, Zhang Jue'er suddenly felt something in her heart, and subconsciously looked at Xiya, but saw Xiya's wonderful eyes and was also looking at her.

The two looked at each other and smiled, affectionate.

But I heard Xiao Chen continue, "I want to lean on the window to accompany Qingqing, I regret that I have mistaken Zen in this life, I have the heart to go calmly to Fang Lin, and I have a love for the beauty, sit quietly and cultivate my heart and open my eyes, and pray for the three-yuan descent platform, how have the saints in the view ever seen?" Don't invite a lover, but come by yourself. ”

"I was worried about hurting the Sanskrit line, and I was afraid that I would not fall into the city when I entered the mountain, and I had the law of both worlds, and I would not live up to it!"

"Xiao Chen, you are inexplicable in this poem, why I can't understand it, how many of you say?" Liu Ruyun felt that Xiao Chen's poem was weird, and after looking at it for a long time, he didn't see a trace of Zen, it was all love.

But Xiya, Zhao Jue'er, and Qingxin all felt the same way, immersed in the lingering helplessness of the poem, and no one heard her words.

After a while, all the poems of the big guy were ready, and Li Wanjiang ordered Duanmu Nanqiao to recite them, because this concubine was not only proficient in writing and ink, but also had an extremely beautiful voice.

In fact, Gong Shouli should be allowed to come, this is also an opportunity for him, the great eunuch with palm prints, to be in the limelight, but Li Wanjiang is afraid that if he doesn't recognize any words, he will make a fool of himself in front of so many foreign guests!

The most suitable should be Xiao Chen, but this guy is still in a drunken state, and he can't stand on his feet.

"Ai Concubine, you don't have to rank it, just read it casually." Li Wanjiang said, "Today, let's compose poems for fun, so we won't talk about so many rules." ”

"The concubine obeys." Duanmu Nanqiao picked up a sheet and recited it, "The knotweed avoids the sunflower panny, the habit is hard, the villain is inferior and cowardly, the peace knows Kuang Shihuai, the rooster sings in the Fengcheng, the forbidden door is open, the crown is vertical and horizontal, and the car comes from all directions." ”

She still read Queen Murong Danqiu first, this poem not only contains the word 'chicken', but also implies the ridicule of Nishimura Zhicun and others, as well as the praise of Da Zhou, which can be described as decent, which is considered to be a work of preparation, which is very in line with her identity as the queen's mother.

The big guys applauded and admired, Li Wanjiang also smiled, the queen was brilliant in writing and agile in poetry, whether as an emperor or a husband, he was quite pleased in his heart.

Duanmu Nanqiao herself wrote: The red crown on the forehead does not need to be cut, and the snow white body walks into the future, and she does not dare to speak lightly in her life, and she calls thousands of doors to open.

She has always been low-key and doesn't like to be in the limelight, so this poem is also decent, not seeking merit but no fault, just coping with things.

Liu Ruyun doesn't care about that, what she wrote is: The fireworks in the four mountains are miserable at night, singing in the night, and her own poetry is like fire, and she does not hesitate to be dusty and muddy!

The poems are uninhibited, but they are also quite in line with her character, especially her own poetic heart is like a fire, and she does not hesitate to be dusty These two sentences can be said to be her straightforward words.

Her personality is as wild as fire, but she has to dedicate herself to the palace, and her lifelong ambitions cannot be realized, and the final outcome may be to die in the palace and turn into dust and mud under this imperial garden.

Zhang Jue'er wrote: Wen Yi Gui can migrate, see the virtuous and Qi, eat and taste the sweet millet, and don't wait for the rooster to sing.

Liang Guifei wrote: Not for the wind and rain to change, the chicken virtue He Zhen, in the dark can be the first to know, and in the morning, he will sing to himself.

Yang Feng'er wrote: Twelve genera of famous ginseng, the flowers are deeply feathered, the letter urges the sun, and the song sends Xiaoyin.

Zhu Xiaochuan wrote: Take advantage of the solar terms to be balanced, Xiao Xiao smoke to the late Qing Dynasty, cut red and wonderful spring, palace plum willows know the heavens, Yao basket Caiyan first Chengrui, golden wisps of morning chickens have not learned to sing, Shengzeyang and Yi Feast, every year to the east of the sun.

This poem is very good, not only is the rhythm neat, the artistic conception is far-reaching, but also by the way, it made the emperor a big sycophant.

But at first glance, it was not written by himself, this was what he quietly sent to ask Xiao Chen to help write it just now, and Li Wanjiang naturally saw it, so he pretended not to see it.

Because Li Wanjiang himself also asked Xiao Chen to ghostwrite: Eight hundred years old after the dream of the white chicken, he sprinkled wine and poured the king's joy.

Hearty from the wind and sea dance, the spring breeze blows off the purple crown!

There are a few Hanlin who are really average, so I won't mention them.

When I arrived at Nishimura, a few poems changed.

Nishimura's ambition is: Danji is gorgeous, double distance is like a sharp edge, willing to raise the power of the Yanwei, will fight in the Tang Dynasty!

This special thing looks like a cockfight, what else is it to raise the prestige, the battle in Tang, who are you going to fight with?

Mu Xiuyonggang is: the long warp is frightened, the strength of the feather is stretched, the beak is hooked lightly, and the electric shock flies back!

It is also high-spirited.

Shimokawa Shenki and Kudo Nako also did it, but it was true, so there was no need to mention it.

After reading it all, the big guy found out that Xiao Chen hadn't done it yet!

Xiao Chen kept squinting and listening to Duanmu Nanqiao's chanting, feeling that her voice was crisp, it was really pleasant, if it was...... I don't know...... Hey, hey, hey.

"Is it my turn?" Seeing that everyone was staring at him, he picked up the pen and brushed it with a wave.

A eunuch ran away and took it to Duanmu Nanqiao.

"A chicken crows and pouts?" Duanmu Nanqiao couldn't believe his eyes, what is this writing?

The big guys are also dumbfounded, the rooster crows is vulgar enough, what else pout?

Pouting what, pouting ass?

"The rooster crows twice, pouts twice......" Duanmu Nanqiao had three black lines on his forehead.

But the poetry of the last two sentences was reversed in an instant, "The rooster three called the world white, sweeping away the remnant stars and the moon!" ”

If you want to say that Xiao Chen's inspiration for this poem still came from Xiao Ye, can you believe it?

At the beginning of the Governor's Mansion in Changshan Prefecture, Xiao Ye made a similar poem, which was one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces......

This kind of poem is considered a dangerous poem, the front is either plain or amazing, and the most important thing is the reversal of the next sentence.

If you turn it well, it's a quatrain, and if you don't turn it well, it's rubbish.

Xiao Chen couldn't have turned bad.

Who is he?

The world's first talent!

Last year, he became famous today, and today is the best today.

Who would dare to disagree?

Nishimura Shicun: They are not convinced, but what do you see what happened to them?

It's not the same as Wan Yan Pingqiu, who was slapped in the face by Xiao Chen?

You can't accept it.