was laughed and scolded by Emperor Xiaoyuan, and Wellingbo was not angry, but was pleased.

"Your Majesty is taught!"

"I have no culture, I will make a typo later, please forgive me!"

Wellingbur arched his hand at the crowd.

When the prince saw that Wellingbur was going to recite a poem, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and he gave his ministers a look, hoping that someone would stand up and stop Wellingbury.

But the ministers present were all human spirits, and they were unwilling to do thankless things, so they didn't see them.

"Boiled beans and burned beans!"

"Beans are crying in the kettle!"

"It's the same root!"

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

"Listen, my lords, did I read it wrong!"

Wellingberg's voice fell.

Bang –

Bang –

Bang –

The sound of the glass falling to the ground suddenly sounded.

In a row.

One after another.

It was as if the wine glasses in their hands were red from the fire, and they couldn't hold them in their hands.

In the hearts of everyone, a storm was set off.

They can understand why the Imperial Doctor doesn't want to evaluate, why Dasi Nong pretends to be sick, and why His Majesty's companion doesn't even know a word.

This poem is so exciting!

The first two sentences are simple and straightforward, and they are just about boiling beans, although they are very consistent with the two children cooking beans in the picture of returning to the picture on a snowy night, but there is nothing brilliant.

But the last two sentences are too bold.

It's almost a lawsuit.

It's almost said that the crown prince is suppressing the five princes.

Everyone savored it again, and couldn't help but think of the rumors in the market during this time.

I heard that the five princes practiced except for the forks.

Later, I heard that the injury was getting worse and went crazy.

Is it really that the five princes have gone wrong in their own practice? Maybe it's the prince's poisonous hand.

Therefore, in the face of the prince's provocation today, the five princes were sad and indignant to make this poem.

Those who are eligible to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet are all important ministers.

Those who can become important ministers probably think too much, and they can't climb to such a high position if they think less.

In their minds, their brains made up a sword and sword shadow, open guns and hidden arrows.

The crown prince was keenly aware that the eyes of the ministers present who looked at him had changed slightly.

This change made the prince vomit blood in depression and crack his eyes.

"Old Five!"

The prince let out an angry roar in his heart, his fists clenched, and the green tendons burst out, and he trembled with anger.

When Emperor Xiaoyuan heard this poem, his face was expressionless, and his eyes kept flashing with brilliance, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

In the hall, the atmosphere was frozen and heavy.

Suddenly, a hearty laugh broke the heaviness.

"Good poetry!"

"Good poetry!"

"What a poem!"

Wellingberg did not seem to notice the change in the atmosphere, and applauded to himself, and clapped his hands again and again, especially hard, and loudly.

Wellingbo's posture fell into the eyes of Emperor Xiaoyuan, and the corners of Emperor Xiaoyuan's mouth drew an inexplicable arc.

"Tell me, Wellingberg, what's so good about this poem?"

Emperor Xiaoyuan's words fell, and the smile on Wellingbo's face instantly froze.

What's so good about poetry?

How did he know this?

It was not easy for him to recognize all these 20 words.

Wellingbo turned his head and gave his son Qin Muyang a frenzied look.

Qin Muyang saw his father's eyes and instantly understood what his father meant.

Help Daddy analyze the poems, and then force the sound into a line and tell Daddy.

However, where does he dare to wade in this troubled water?

Didn't you see that Dasi Nong and Yu Shi Dafu were pretending to be deaf and dumb?

Qin Muyang lowered his head very heartily, and he didn't see his father's eyes.

Seeing Qin Muyang lower his head, Wei Lingbo glared at this rebel fiercely.

Wellingboe's small actions, where can they hide from Emperor Xiaoyuan.

Emperor Xiaoyuan asked urgingly.

"Wellingborough, what about you? What's so good about this poem? ”

"Your Majesty, my old Qin is a big rough man. You asked me to lead the troops to fight, I was too good. You asked me to evaluate the poems, didn't that kill me? ”

Wellingberg played a scoundrel on the spot.

Emperor Xiaoyuan pretended to be angry and scolded sharply.

"If you don't understand it, then you still shout good poetry?"

"Hey, hey!"

"The fifth prince is Your Majesty's species, how far can the poems he make be?"

Wellingboe's voice fell, and Liu Zhong showed a look of disdain.

This Wellingberg has thick eyebrows and big eyes, but he didn't expect to be a master of whiskering horses.

Sure enough, after Emperor Xiaoyuan heard this, the dragon's heart was happy.

"That's right!"

"Of course my seed is extraordinary!"

"This poem made by the five princes is satirizing the brothers' walls and warning the world that the country can only prosper."

"This matter, Dahe filial piety."

"Give the five princes a bow to the north."

Emperor Xiaoyuan's evaluation of the coffin was conclusive, and everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

Emperor Xiaoyuan is worthy of being a master of mud.

In the last two sentences, the original meaning of accusing the prince of persecution was cleverly transformed by Emperor Xiaoyuan, and it became the meaning of warning everyone to be brothers, friends and brothers, and family harmony.

This move helped the prince get rid of the dilemma of persecuting his brother.

He also gave the five princes a bow to show their favor.

Two bowls of water, all evened.

An Weiyang saw Emperor Xiaoyuan's operation, and was slightly disappointed in his heart.

It's a pity that I couldn't label the prince as unkind and unjust and cruel to my siblings in one go.

But An Weiyang can also accept it.

Tonight, not only did Ji Tianci pass the test smoothly, but also made the prince lose face and was rewarded by Emperor Xiaoyuan.

A moment later.

Liu Zhong held a half-human-high wooden box in both hands, and in the wooden box lay a pair of exquisite bows and arrows, and on the bow body, a wolf's head was carved, murderous, and thousands of miles of blood.

"Ci'er, this bow is the bow I wore when I was young."

"Thirty years ago, I took this Beiwang bow and shot a black Jiao during the winter hunt, and won the first place among the princes of the clan in one fell swoop."

"Today, I give you this bow, and I hope that you can shine in this year's winter hunt and not fall into the prestige of this bow."

Ji Tianci respectfully took the Beiwang bow and said respectfully.

"If you obey the order, you will not fall into the prestige of this bow."

Look north at the bow.

Ji Tianci has also heard of the fame of this bow.

Although it is not a strange thing, it is also a famous treasure in the imperial capital.

This bow is shot, accompanied by wind and thunder, its sound is sonorous, its momentum is immense, and everywhere it passes, it is scorched earth.

Thirty years ago, when Emperor Xiaoyuan was still an unknown prince, he was still an unknown prince.

In the winter hunt, Emperor Xiaoyuan shot a black Jiao with this bow.

With this record, Emperor Xiaoyuan won the championship in one fell swoop, began to attract attention, and finally succeeded in counterattacking and ascended to the throne.

It can be said that this bow, for Emperor Xiaoyuan, is the beginning of a dream.

In Ji Tianci's mind, he recalled the introduction of the Beiwang Bow.

For a moment, he was a little crooked.

"Emperor Xiaoyuan, is he instigating him to fight with the crown prince?"

"Distorting poetry is for the sake of royal fame."

"Sending me a bow to the north is to encourage me to fight in the ring with the prince!"

"My cheap dad is playing the trick of scheming!"