"Oh?"

"Is His Royal Highness the King of Han going to become a poem step by step this time?"

The wrinkles on Liu Yiheng's old face were squeezed together, and he said with a sneer, "The old man wants to listen to the subtleties of this plum blossom poem by His Royal Highness the King of Han." ”

"Yes, His Royal Highness the King of Han, if you have real skills, I, the people of Wu, can't afford to lose."

"What are you talking about, I'm afraid that these plagiarists will be exposed when the plagiarized ink in their stomachs is gone."

"Hahaha..."

"Hahaha..."

The ministers of the Wu State Mission hid their faces and smiled, not caring about Guo Tianyi's face at all.

After all, there are still hundreds of thousands of captives in the three frontier cities of Dafeng.

It is impossible for them not to be sarcastic.

As long as they can mess up Guo Tianyi's heart, they will win.

"The courtyard is a little deeper, and the clouds and windows are late in spring."

"For whom is haggard and ruined. If you come to sleep at night, it should be a southern branch. ”

Guo Tianyi shook his sleeves and stepped out, which was Li Qingzhao's poems at his fingertips.

This, this...?

As soon as Guo Tianyi spoke, the smiles of the civil officials in the Wu State Mission who had just been sneering froze.

As soon as the three words "deep" are opened in this poem, they have a unique artistic conception, and they are used in a series of questions in a questioning tone, which evokes a kind of deep courtyard and a graceful sound effect in the listener's heart.

The overlapping words are used well, can be described wonderfully, and move people unconsciously.

Naturally, these literati knew that such poems could not be written by ordinary people.

Everyone looked at Guo Tianyi's complexion.

Doesn't that look like it's suffocating?

Silky, too silky.

"Hehe..."

Guo Tianyi looked at the look of consternation in everyone's eyes, and secretly said that a group of hillbillies who had never seen the world before.

The cultural achievements of 5,000 years in China, don't you scare to death if you take it out?

"Jade thin sandalwood is light and infinitely hateful, and the south building Qiang pipe is blowing."

"Who knows, the strong fragrance blows all. The warm breeze is late, don't go to the apricot blossom fertilizer. ”

Immediately afterwards, Guo Tianyi's loud voice swayed and continued to chant the next few words.

The entire Golden Luang Palace.

They were all immersed in Guo Tianyi's voice and couldn't extricate themselves.

Liu Yiheng's eyes widened, as if he didn't believe the scene in front of him.

The artistic conception of such poems, even if he is a little out of reach?

"Smack~"

"Papa~"

"Papapa~"

Taiwei Wang Yuan's applause suddenly woke everyone up from their immersion, and he looked at Emperor Fengjing with joy on his face, "Your Majesty, the poems and witty words written by His Royal Highness the King of Han are masterpieces!" ”

"Not bad!" Prime Minister Yan Xiliang was also delighted, "This poem is titled by Mei, using Mei as a metaphor for people, and showing the solitary thoughts of the lady and the fleeting compassion of Shaohua, which is extremely noble and profound..."

"Old minister..."

"I'm ashamed."

As soon as the words fell, another civil official spoke, "Wonderful, this kind of masterpiece is enough for His Highness to make a name in the literary world." ”

"Yes, it's wonderful, this poem is like a fairy in a painting, it's fascinating..."

"Princess Utina, didn't you just say that our Royal Highness the King of Han plagiarized?"

"Yes, this poem is given a full score, can you be convinced?"

"The envoy of the State of Wu, you are also a literati student, do you want to tell me if this poem is worth a full score?"

"Yes, you are talking....?"

Hearing this, the corners of Utina's mouth twitched, and she didn't know what to do for a while.

Do you want to admit defeat again?

Shouldn't it?

Is this waste really waste?

Could it be that the information is wrong?

Or does Dabong have the guidance of a master who surpasses the teacher?

Utina's heart can be described as shocked.

Moreover, she also has to admit that Guo Tianyi is indeed a capable person.

Not only does he look talented, but his poetry and songs are a must.

If you put aside the question of nationality and identity, isn't a person like Guo Tianyi the best husband in her mind?

"Ugh..."

Suddenly, a long sigh sounded in the Jinluan Palace.

It was Liu Yiheng, a poet of Wu State, who kept shaking his head.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you?" Utina sighed as she saw her teacher.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, this Han King is too shameless."

"What do you mean, teacher?"

Liu Yiheng pretended to be distressed, and arched his hand, "Your Royal Highness Princess, do you remember what I told you yesterday about the loss of my poetry collection in my early years?" ”

"I just heard His Royal Highness the King of Han sing poems, and the old man suddenly remembered."

"This poem is also in my poetry collection."

"That's why the old man said that His Royal Highness the King of Han doesn't have any face at all, it's just shameless."

Hearing the voice, all the officials of Dafeng changed color.

Nima!

This is also a poem from your poetry collection?

Fools can see it.

This Liu Yiheng is deliberately finding fault.

"Oops." Guo Tianyi touched his nose and said in a strange manner, "I said Liu Shixian, you are really an old sow wearing a condom, one set after another?" ”

"This king wrote two poems in a row, both of them are in your poetry collection?"

"Why don't you say that the poems written by the literati and artists all over the world are in your poetry collection?"

Hearing this, Liu Yiheng said calmly, "Other people don't know, but these two masterpieces are indeed in my poetry collection, and there are only a few such masterpieces in the old man's poetry collection, and there are not many." ”

Syllable~

Syllable~

Syllable~

As soon as Liu Yiheng's words fell, the civil officials of the Wu State Mission rose up one after another.

"Shameless King Han, he plagiarized my masterpieces of Wu Guo's poetry and immortal one after another, can you know the word shame?"

"Your Majesty the Emperor Dafeng, is your prince a professional plagiarist?"

"That is, who wouldn't be a copyist to fool us with the poems of our poets?"

"I'll just say how this poem just now has a sense of déjà vu, is it that you plagiarized and still need us to say?"

"Third brother..."King Wei also saw the stitches and said, "how can you act like this?" If they wronged you, my brother will naturally make the decision for you, no matter whether you have obtained Liu Yiheng's poetry collection or not, you shouldn't bring it..."

"Tianze, shut up!"

"Yes..."

Emperor Feng Jing frowned, and directly interrupted King Wei's questioning, but King Wei swallowed his saliva and didn't dare to speak.

Today's behavior of the King of Wei disappointed Emperor Fengjing.

At this time, I was still thinking about fighting in the nest.

What an idiot!

If it weren't for the Queen Mother's love for King Wei, Emperor Fengjing would want King Wei to go down and think about it behind closed doors now.

The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty were thoughtful, and the Wei Wang Dang lowered their heads and did not dare to look at Emperor Fengjing.

"Yi'er, tell me, did you get someone else's poetry collection?"

"Father, the poems written by the sons are all original by themselves, and the ghost has only seen his illusory poetry collection."

"Okay, I naturally know what's going on, Yi'er, you can do it with confidence, I have something for you."

"Yes, Father."

Guo Tianyi is overjoyed, does this emperor Lao Tzu still understand things?

"Huh." Liu Yiheng sneered and said lightly, "His Royal Highness the King of Han, you will admit it when you get the old man's poetry collection, there is nothing you dare not admit..."

"Hahaha!"

"Shameless old dog."

"You've got it."

"Didn't you say you lost your poetry book?"

"This king will create a collection of poems for you on the spot today."

"Grandpa Wei, come with wine!"

Guo Tianyi turned around domineeringly and looked at Wei Andao.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

What is His Royal Highness the King of Han going to do?

"What are you doing?" Emperor Fengjing glared at Wei Andao, who was standing in front of the emperor, "Why don't you send someone to fetch wine for Yi'er?" ”