The Poetry Listening to Chaoge is a grand event held by the royal family of the Great Yan Dynasty, and other dynasties are invited to participate every time.

And this poetry meeting is different from the past.

More than 20 years ago, the first emperor leased the Moon Lake, which belonged to the Great Yan Dynasty, to the Great Xia Dynasty for a period of 20 years.

As early as three years ago, the lease of Moon Lake had already arrived.

But the Great Xia Dynasty has developed the Moon Lake, and it has not been returned.

The Great Xia Emperor proposed that if the Great Yan Dynasty won this year's poetry meeting, the Great Xia Dynasty would return the Moon Lake to the Great Yan.

If the Great Yan Dynasty lost, then Moon Lake would be permanently included in the territory of the Great Xia Dynasty.

The Great Xia Dynasty had already taken de facto control of the Moon Lake, and in the face of the Great Xia Dynasty's clever seizure, the Great Yan Emperor had no choice but to agree to this proposal.

The next day, the wind and the sun were beautiful, listening to the tide pavilion.

All the members of the royal family, the vassal kings, and the first-class officials in the palace were all here.

Sitting directly across from Princess Wushuang was the delegation of the Great Xia Dynasty.

After Emperor Yan briefly said a few opening remarks, he entered the formal link.

"Please take the battlefield as the theme, each inscribe a poem, and the time is a stick of incense."

"Little eunuch, are you okay?" Princess Musou asked.

"Princess, I'll read it, you can write it." Su Xuan whispered.

"Write what?"

"Nonsense, of course it's poetry."

Princess Wushuang instantly turned around and glared at Su Xuan.

This little eunuch actually dares to murder her?

Su Xuan's lower body was cold, and the language habits brought by his previous life had not had time to change......

However, Princess Musou still lifted the pen.

"Zeguo entered the war map, and the people were happy to be happy. Relying on the words of the king to seal the marquis, one will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither. ”

Princess Wushuang didn't know anything about poetry, and when she wrote these four sentences on rice paper, she couldn't help but feel a heroic feeling in her heart.

The poems written by this little eunuch sound very good?

At this time, Ye Huaiyu, the prince of Great Xia on the opposite side, threw a smile that he thought was handsome and charming towards Princess Wushuang.

When Su Xuan saw this, he immediately became unhappy.

Although Princess Wushuang is not his woman yet, she will definitely be his woman in the future.

This guy on the other side actually dares to throw flattering eyes at his woman?

I can't bear it!

Su Xuan raised his hand and made a motion to wipe his neck.

Soon, others also submitted the poem.

The Emperor and Empress began to browse through the poems written by the crowd.

Finally, the queen took out a piece of rice paper.

"Your Majesty, look at this poem."

When the emperor saw it, he first felt his blood boiling.

The Great Yan Dynasty is strong, full of martial virtues, and those who can be emperors must have made great achievements when they were young.

Although he didn't go to the battlefield in person for a long time, this poem instantly brought his memory back to the years of the southern and northern wars.

The emperor couldn't help but pick up the rice paper and stand up and recite it himself.

"Zeguo entered the war map, and the people were happy to be happy. Relying on the words of the king to seal the marquis, one will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither. ”

The emperor's deep and penetrating voice renders the mood of the poem to the extreme.

The hearts of everyone present instantly cheered up.

"It's a good thing to rely on your words to seal the marquis, and you will succeed in ten thousand bones! In just two sentences, the road is not full of ambition! This poem is majestic and deserves to win the first prize of today's poetry club! The emperor said loudly.

Everyone exchanged their heads one after another, and then their eyes turned to the Great Xia Mission.

Among the Great Xia Mission, there was a middle-aged man named Shu Shiliang.

This person has a big background, the first scribe of Great Xia, the young master of the crown prince!

Who could have written such an impassioned poem? It must be Shu Shiliang!

"His Royal Highness the Prince, good poetry, good poetry!"

"Prince, the little king is willing to bow down!"

"He is worthy of being the first scribe of Great Xia, he is really talented, admire!"

……

The Great Yan Dynasty was full of martial virtues, and from the time the current emperor ascended the throne, he began to pay attention to the development of culture.

And the Great Xia Dynasty has a brilliant literary world, which is not comparable to the Great Yan Dynasty in just ten years.

Princess Wushuang was still a little worried, but it can be seen that everyone's evaluation of this poem is very high, and she is relieved.

You're a little Xuanzi, you have a little ability!

Ye Huaiyu immediately got up and said with a smile: "Accept and accept, the teacher just wrote a few sentences casually, which is not worth mentioning." Your Majesty, since this poem has won, should Moon Lake be included in the territory of my Great Xia Dynasty? ”

The emperor wanted to pat his thigh very much, he shouldn't have taken out such a good poem!

Such a majestic poem, only Shu Shiliang can write it!

Isn't that shooting yourself in the foot?

At this moment, the voice of Princess Wushuang rang out.

"Who is so shameless and dares to steal other people's poems?" Princess Wushuang smiled.

Everyone looked at Princess Wushuang again.

"Prince, did you really write this poem?" Princess Wushuang asked towards Ye Huaiyu.

"Didn't Hongu say that? This poem was written by a teacher. Ye Huaiyu said with a smile.

Such a good poem is definitely not something that you barbarians can write, who else can there be if it is not the teacher of this palace?

Ye Huaiyu opened the folding fan and was graceful.

Shu Shiliang, who was sitting on the side, was a little embarrassed.

Even if he has been in the literary world for decades, he thinks that he will never be able to write such heroic poems in his life.

"You are really shameless, this poem was clearly written by Bengong, when did it become your Daxia?" Princess Wushuang scolded on the spot.

There was silence.

His eyes brushed towards Princess Wushuang.

This poem was actually written by Princess Wushuang?

How is this possible?

Judging from the angry look on Princess Wushuang's face, it didn't look like she was joking.

When Ye Huaiyu heard this, he immediately laughed.

Princess Wushuang became famous at a young age, and the army of the Great Xia Dynasty suffered a lot of losses at the hands of Princess Wushuang three years ago.

But who doesn't know that the peerless princess Xiao Jinghan can only dance with guns and sticks, and there is no ink in her stomach at all?

"Teacher, tell her who wrote this poem." Ye Huaiyu said with a smile.

"Your Highness, this poem is indeed not written by a minister." Shu Shiliang replied a little embarrassed.

Rumble~

As soon as these words came out, the audience boiled.