An Weiyang's jade hand under the table trembled uncontrollably, his fists were clenched, and his bones were distinct.

The prince's move is too ruthless.

The Confucian poems she prepared were completely useless.

Inscribe poems for the return of the snowy night.

Ji Tianci, a little hunter, doesn't know a few big characters, how can he understand any poetry?

On An Weiyang's jade back, a layer of fine fragrant sweat appeared.

What to do?

Did the plan fail like this?

I'm so unwilling!

In An Weiyang's eyes, there were faint unwilling tears rolling.

Although she was unwilling in her heart, An Weiyang was still very sensible, with the palm of her right hand facing down, a jade talisman was vaguely taken out by her and hidden in the palm of her hand, ready to inspire escape at any time.

Just when An Weiyang's mind was full of entanglement, Ji Tianci's hearty laughter pierced her chaotic mind.

"I don't dare to ask for ears!"

Ji Tianci put the picture of returning from the snowy night on the table in front of him, and there was no trace of timidity all over his body, but he was full of confidence.

An Weiyang gave Ji Tianci a look and seemed to say more.

"Are you okay?"

Ji Tian gave An Weiyang a reassuring look.

"It's a man, you can't say no!"

"Madam, help me study ink!" Ji Tianci commanded.

An Weiyang saw Ji Tianci's calm appearance, so he believed him and put away the jade talisman.

Red sleeves add fragrance.

Ji Tianci picked up the pen, and his eyes fell on the picture of returning to the snowy night, the two children who boiled beans.

In the painting, two children cook beans together, highlighting the harmony between brothers.

But Ji Tianci has another interpretation.

"Boiled beans burn beans."

"Beans are crying in the kettle."

Ji Tianci picked up the pen and wrote these two lines of poetry on the picture scroll at a very fast speed.

An Weiyang saw the poem written by Ji Tianci.

The heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

Pull out the cold.

Are these two lines poetry?

It's not as good as a three-year-old child's limerick!

An Weiyang was angry in her heart, how could she believe in evil, and she would actually believe in Ji Tianci, a little hunter.

If the little hunter could compose poetry, the sow would go up the tree.

When the prince saw the change in An Weiyang's eyes, he changed from apprehension to despair, and knew it instantly.

Steady!

This wave is stable!

Mr. Dong's clever plan disrupted the fifth child's plan.

Let the fifth child write poems temporarily, where can the fifth child write good poems, he can only make a fool of himself.

The prince relaxed, leaned back on the back of the chair, and waited for Ji Tianci to make a big appearance.

The change in the mentality of An Weiyang and the prince, Ji Tianci was completely unaware of it.

He paused at the tip of his pen before writing the last two sentences.

"It's the same root."

"Why is it too anxious to fry each other."

An Weiyang's hand stopped abruptly.

She only felt an electric current flowing through her body, and goosebumps all over her body.

The first two sentences are straightforward and simple, like the whispers of a three-year-old child.

But the last two sentences are sharp and unstoppable, like two sharp swords, stabbing at the prince's chest.

Moreover, this poem was written at the invitation of the prince at the Mid-Autumn Festival.

It will surely last forever.

As for the prince who is too anxious to fry each other in the poem, he will definitely be nailed to the pillar of shame.

In the future, when the literati chant this poem, they will definitely think of the prince's persecution of the five princes, and the five princes had to write this poem at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet to protect themselves.

"My poems have been written, and I invite the royal brother to taste them."

Ji Tianci put down the pen in his hand and made a gesture of please to the prince.

"Good!"

The prince immediately took the picture of returning from the snowy night.

He couldn't wait to read Ji Tianci's inscription poem aloud.

Let Ji Tianci make a fool of himself in front of the civil and military officials.

Let everyone know that Ji Tianci is not worthy of the name of a little poet at all.

The previous poems were just prepared in advance.

The poem written by Ji Tianci was very short, and the prince read it in an instant.

But the next second.

The prince's face was pale, and his fists burst out with anger.

"It's the same root, why be too anxious to fry each other!"

What does this mean?

Is this saying that Hongu bullied him?

It's too much of a deception!

How dare Lao Wu write such a reverse poem?

The prince's face turned blue and red with anger, and he had already thought that once this poem was circulated.

This poem will be passed down through the ages.

I will be stinking for 10,000 years.

The prince only felt a fishy sweet smell of blood in his throat, as if it was about to gush out.

Seeing the prince standing there stunned, he didn't say a word.

Ji Tianci couldn't wait, and a dangerous arc crossed the corner of his mouth, urging.

"Brother Huang, why don't you taste it?"

Urged by Ji Tianci, the prince was even more unbearable, the green tendons on his hands burst out, forcibly suppressing the smell of blood in his throat, and almost gritted his teeth.

"A lonely talent is shallow in learning, and he can't appreciate the poetry of the fifth brother."

The prince can't taste it?

In an instant, Ji Tianci's poems aroused the curiosity of many scholars.

Although the prince's literary cultivation is not as good as Ji Tianci, it is not so bad that he can't even appreciate poetry.

For a while, everyone was curious about what inscription poem Ji Tianci wrote.

"Your Majesty, please allow Wei Chen to taste the poems of the Five Princes!"

In Wu State, there is a poet and idiot Yu Shi Doctor, stood up and took the initiative to ask for help.

The Imperial Doctor is one of the Nine Qings, and he is proficient in poetry, and he comes to taste it, so naturally no one objects.

"Accurate!"

Emperor Xiaoyuan said.

The imperial historian went to take the wind and snow night return map in the prince's hand, took it, and found that the wind and snow night return map was tightly grasped by the prince, and he took it, but he didn't take it.

The Imperial Doctor glanced at the prince in surprise.

The prince looked displeased, and glanced at the imperial doctor with a faint look in his eyes, and then reluctantly put down the picture of returning home on a snowy night.

In the prince's eyes, the imperial doctor sensed a hint of warning.

Doctor Yu Shi smiled but did not say a word.

sneered in his heart, and he was extremely disdainful of the prince.

A poem by the five princes collapsed the prince's mentality.

The prince's temperament is not good!

Doctor Yu Shi took away the picture of returning from the wind and snow night, and looked at Ji Tianci's poems with anticipation.

The next second.

The look of anticipation on his face was gone.

In its place, there was a faint sense of trepidation and unease.

He finally understood what the warning in the prince's eyes was about.

Once this poem spread, the prince's reputation was ruined.

He has to bear the vicious reputation of persecuting his brother for the rest of his life.

Yu Shi Dafu is not a princeling, nor is he a member of the Five Princes, he is just a neutral person.

He didn't want to get involved in the whirlpool of succession.

In an instant, in the eyes of the imperial doctor, Ji Tianci's poems became a hot potato.

He wanted to slap himself right away.

Cheap!

Hand cheap!

If you weren't curious about the poems of the five princes, you wouldn't have received this hot potato.

Seeing that the imperial doctor had not commented for a long time, Emperor Xiaoyuan and the others were a little impatient.

"Jingzong, how is the poetry of the five princes?" Emperor Xiaoyuan urged.

The cold sweat of the bean size flowed down the bridge of the nose of the Imperial Doctor.