The house that made it was casual, and the penalty for not making it was three glasses of wine, and everyone applauded.

The rules of the banquet for everyone, except for those who are too young, can basically participate, and the concubines and princesses are no exception.

However, if it is a guessing puzzle or something like that, the concubines and princesses will be more interested, and as for composing poems and lyrics, they will basically choose to drink and not get involved, because this is obviously a moment for the princes to show their talents.

Emperor Daojun's eyes fell on the side of the prince's seat, and from the prince all the way, the youngest prince who could sit behind the table alone was only five or six years old, and he was gnawing on chicken legs at this time, and he didn't listen to what everyone said.

Emperor Daojun shook his head in his heart, thinking that the second brother had already made good poems at such an age, and the third brother could also write a wonderful hand at this time, and then his eyes fell on Zhao Ta and Zhao Kai.

Zhao Ta is turning the wine glass in front of him lightly with his hand, I don't know what he is thinking, Zhao Kai still has the appearance of watching his eyes and mouth, since the last time Zhang Xian Niu Er's incident, although his body bones are a little weaker, his temperament is becoming more and more calm day by day.

Emperor Daojun looked at the imperial daughter again, and said: "You don't just care about drinking, you don't have to guess the riddle or don't participate, you might as well make it all if you have gains, and everyone will judge together." ”

The princesses, you look at me, I look at you, they all pursed their lips, just stared at the various fruit wines in front of them, and felt that it was better to take this opportunity to drink two more glasses to be comfortable, as for the poems, let the buddies over there do it, wouldn't it be more beautiful to drink while tasting.

Emperor Daojun couldn't see the thoughts of these imperial daughters, but where was there a way to force this kind of thing, and it was not like the court, and it was not easy to put an official shelf in the family banquet.

He said to the prince: "You don't have to follow the order of age and seat, whoever has it in their hearts can chant directly." ”

When the princes heard this, some immediately showed a sad look, some lowered their heads and snickered, and some quietly took out a small note from their sleeves, which was obviously written in advance.

At this time, Zhao Yan said: "Daddy, I'll come first!" ”

Emperor Daojun looked at him: "Starling's thinking is quick, he is ready to do it so quickly?" ”

Zhao Yan's eyes rolled: "The child has something to gain, but it may not be the best in a hurry, and I ask my father for advice." ”

As he spoke, he peeked at Zhao Gou, Zhao Gou was looking down and flipping through the small note, he couldn't help but show a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth, a few days ago, he knew that there was going to be a banquet for everyone, so he found a dry person to instigate the wine order to compose poems, and then made it together in advance, but Zhao Gou didn't even memorize it, and he still had to memorize it, which was too stupid.

Everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Yan, he cleared his throat, raised his head slightly, and said:

When the scene shakes the red wall, the spring has not learned Zen.

The poem becomes the stars and the moon falls, and the drunk place is fairy.

After chanting and sitting down, everyone tasted the product, and most of them couldn't hear whether it was good or bad, they just felt that it rhymed, so they applauded.

Emperor Daojun said on it: "It's the first five-word quatrain, but it's neat, but the allusion is obscure, and it jumps out later, but it's not bad." ”

Zhao Yan's face was stupid when he heard this, and the first thing he stood up to write a poem was to make a good impression on the official family and attract everyone's attention, the so-called Zhuyu was in front, but he didn't expect the official evaluation to be very average, these were all written by himself, probably at this level, and he couldn't help but be a little discouraged for a while.

Zhao Gou secretly snickered beside him, and the people discussed it a few days ago, and they all made it in advance, but he suddenly got a little bit just now, and wanted to change a few words, so he took out the note and looked at it, he felt that Zhao Yan was a little stupid, wasn't he the first to stand up and compose a poem? There is no comparison, how can the official family give a special evaluation, don't you see that the second brother and the third brother don't move, they all want the finale.

Zhao Gou thought in his heart, why did he have to wait until five or six people to do it, so as to show the extraordinary effect of standing out from the crowd, but at this moment, suddenly on the buttocks behind the chair, he suddenly ate a pain, and the pain made him jump up with an "ahhhhh

looked down angrily, but it was Zhao Yan who took a chopstick and secretly withdrew it, with a sinister smile on his face.

Zhao Gou was so angry that he just wanted to take revenge and go back, when he saw everyone's eyes looking at him, Emperor Daojun said: "It seems that Brother Jiu'er also has gained." ”

The corners of Zhao Gou's mouth twitched, and he said in his heart that Zhao Yan, this kid is really not a thing, the thing he wrote can't get into the eyes of the official, so he came to harm his own family, but at this moment, he can't sit back anymore, so he has to bite the bullet and say: "Go back to Daddy, you do have something." ”

Emperor Daojun said, "Let's hear it." ”

Zhao Gouqing had to cough, looked at the autumn scenery outside the hall, and chanted with a deep face:

The scenery is still falling, and the Liang Garden is rainy and sunny.

How much silver strings hate, the moon hangs a hook.

"Huh?" Emperor Daojun's eyes lit up, and he said, "Brother Jiu's song is exquisitely worded, and it sounds quite pleasing to the eye. ”

Everyone listened to the evaluation higher than Zhao Yan's work, and couldn't help but look at Zhao Gou a few more times, especially Mrs. Wei, Zhao Gou's mother-in-law opposite, who was so happy that they couldn't close their mouths.

Zhao Gou sat down proudly, Zhao Yan's face didn't look good, when he was doing poetry before, Zhao Gou didn't do it like this, it sounded average, not better than himself, how did he change a few words, it sounded like another poem?

This kid is too treacherous!

At this time, Zhao Gou stretched out his hand and pinched Zhao Mo, the prince of Zhenguo next to him, who was also in a group, and had instigated everyone to do poetry and wine orders before.

Zhao Mo was helpless at the moment, the starling brother and the ninth brother both stood up and did it, if he left it for the back, he was afraid that he would be blocked by the two of them in the corner of the wall when he turned around, he was invincible with two fists and four hands, especially the starling brother was still strong, he could lift him up.

Zhao Mo was about to stand up, but unexpectedly someone on the other side spoke: "Daddy, I'll make a song too." ”

When everyone saw it, it was Zhao Hu'er, only to see that she grabbed an unknown cake with frosting on her mouth, and did not forget to take another bite after speaking.

Seeing this, Zheng Niangniang said: "Hu'er must not mess around." ”

Emperor Daojun shook his head and said, "Let the thirteenth sister make a song to listen to." ”

Zheng Niangniang had no choice but to nod, and saw Zhao Hu'er sitting in Zhao Fujin's arms below, pointing to a big tree outside the hall with a cake and saying: "I also make five words, a tree outside the door, two big girls, two big girls......"

She stayed for a long time, and then she couldn't get out, and then found that a lot of eyes were staring at her, and she couldn't help but be a little scared, and her mouth was flattened, and her eyes began to get wet.

Later, Zhao Fujin whispered in her ear at this time: "The moss is the leaf on the spring solstice, and the snow is the flower in winter." ”

"Yes, yes, the spring solstice moss is the leaves, and the winter snow is the flowers." Zhao Hu'er hurriedly said loudly.

Everyone laughed, and saw that it was Zhao Fujin who secretly told him.

Seeing this, Emperor Daojun touched his beard and said with a smile: "Fujin will also make a song." ”

Zhao Fujin stood up and said, "Daddy, I'm afraid that the quatrain of the poem will not be done well, so let's make an ancient poem." ”

Emperor Daojun nodded: "It's okay." ”

Zhao Fujin thought for a while and said:

Yiren walks in the clouds, and dances lightly for a long time.

The evening breeze sweeps the night moon, and the dream frightens Loulan.

30,000 Tang songs, 8,000 strong rivers and mountains.

The ink is green, and the rivers and seas are floating with blue smoke.

Step into the late autumn twilight, and look for the scenery into the key pass.

When to fly before the rain? Caixia is also in two phases.

"Good poetry, good poetry!" Zhao Hu'er was the first to clap her hands: "The poems made by the fifth sister are the best." ”

Emperor Daojun nodded: "This Shouyi is good, quite imposing, Fujin has worked hard." ”

When all the princesses heard the praise, they all looked at Zhao Fujin's eyes with complicated eyes, and the concubine couldn't help but stab the daughters beside her, and secretly used her eyes, but where is it easy to improvise this poem and lyrics, most of them are sad and silent, or pretend not to know the hints of their relatives, and just pinch the wine glass.

At this time, the second princess, Zhao Jinnu, stood up and said, "Daddy, I'll make a song." ”

Zhao Jinnu is the half-sister of the crown prince Zhao Huan, who is married, and her husband is the descendant of the founding lord Cao Bin, the general of the Left Guard, Cao Sheng.

Cao Sheng was accompanying the last seat at the prince's seat at the moment, and when he saw his wife standing up to compose a poem, he couldn't help but be stunned at first, and then buried his head on the table.

Emperor Daojun said: "What kind of poem does Jin Nuling want to make?" ”

Zhao Jinnu said: "Daddy, the child is like the ninth brother of the starling, and he will also make the first quatrain." ”

Emperor Daojun wondered in his heart, he had never heard of Zhao Jinnu's poetic talent, but he still nodded and said, "Come and listen." ”

Zhao Jinnu glanced at his own official who was drinking opposite, and said:

Sleep delicately and weakly, and the poet recognizes a good name.

The red dust flowers laughed, and the iron horse was afraid of the whip.

Everyone was silent when they heard this, and Cao Sheng almost squirted out a sip of wine.

It's neat, it's also the first eight Geng, and it's not bad at all, but what are these words?

Zhao Gou glanced at Zhao Yan and said in a low voice: "What allusions are there in this poem of the second sister?" ”

Zhao Yan looked stunned, thought for a while, and said: "It seems that there is, I have seen it before, but now I have forgotten it." ”

Zhao Gou looked at him and secretly thought that you have seen a ghost, why haven't I seen half of it.

Emperor Daojun said above: "This poem...... Don't count you, read less idle books in the future, what kind of mess! ”

Zhao Jinnu was not sad when he heard this: "Daddy, I know, I will punish myself for three cups." After saying that, he sat down and poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it in one sip, and then poured two more glasses, both of which were drunk in one gulp, with a satisfied expression on his face.

Zhao Gou was dumbfounded, and whispered: "Second sister doesn't compose poems just to drink happily, right?" ”

Zhao Yan said: "How do I know, but her good wine is real, Zhao Mo has come to you." ”

Zhao Mo stood up at this time, stretched out his hand and scratched his head: "Daddy, I'll make a song too." ”

Emperor Daojun said: "Compose poems or fill in lyrics?" ”

Zhao Mo said embarrassedly: "Today, the brothers and sisters all write poems, and the children also write poems. ”

Emperor Daojun nodded, and Zhao Mo opened his mouth and said:

Holding the gourd dance, looking for fishing in the village.

The scholar rejoiced, and the two classics were derived.

After hearing this, Emperor Daojun frowned: "This is a lot of allusions, but the words are too rough, so you have passed it." ”

Zhao Mo didn't get the praise, sat down sullenly, Zhao Gou talked to him, he just twisted his face, and Zhao Gou was so angry that Zhao Gou said: "You don't make bad poems, your temper is not small, wait for the banquet to end, find a place to compete?" ”

Zhao Mo's face suddenly turned bitter when he heard this, he grabbed the wine glass and poured it violently, and immediately choked and coughed.

Over there, the crown prince Zhao Huan was already a little flushed from drinking, and from time to time he whispered to Zhao Ta to comment on these poems, and then whispered again.

Zhao Kai saw a sneer in his heart next to him, Zhao Huan must not be able to compare to him, he is the best talent, what is naturally good at poetry, even if it is Zhao Ta, he is not convinced, Zhao Ta's poems are famous early, but in recent years, he has not written them, and he has never passed on a poem, so he will inevitably be suspected of Jiang Lang's talent.

At this time, Emperor Daojun looked at Zhao Huan and said, "What is the prince doing?" Why don't you make a song for your brothers and sisters? ”

Zhao Huan was stunned when he heard this, then put down his wine glass and stood up and said, "Daddy is right, then the child will make a song." ”

Emperor Daojun said with blazing eyes: "What is the prince making a song?" ”

Zhao Huan said: "Since everyone is writing poems, the child doesn't fill in the words, so he writes poems." ”

He frowned and thought for a moment, seeing that everyone's eyes were all on him, he couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart, in fact, before he came, he wanted to shirk any wine order, but he didn't expect it to be poetry, this is naturally not like those game tricksters, it is extremely difficult to shirk, and it is not good in terms of reputation, but you can't just make the first five things happen, isn't that compared with Zhao Gou and their half-grown children?

Zhao Huan thought for a long time and said, "The child will make a song about Chen Siwang." ”

After speaking, he slowly groaned:

Today, in the autumn, I read King Chen, and I have passed away for a long time.

Ambition is unbearable, and the cover can be enlightened.

Thirty volumes of pen and books, two generations of romance on Xuanhuang.

Although the history has been long and cloudy, there are chapters in the depths of the sea.

After finishing a poem, Zhao Huan reached out and wiped the sweat on his forehead, and all the strength of the wine flowed out with the sweat.

Everyone applauded, it doesn't matter if it's really good or not, it always has to give the prince some face, after all, the family banquet is the most important thing.

Zhao Yan lowered his head and looked at Zhao Gou with a puzzled expression, Zhao Gou also looked over, and the eyes of both of them were saying, it's too ordinary, it's really too ordinary, even if it may be better than his own, but that's the prince, and it's too ordinary.

Emperor Daojun had no expression on his face, took a glass of wine and took a sip lightly, and said, "This song is a ...... Be decent. ”

There is no compliment, but it is not too demeaning, and it is not taken lightly.

Over there, Zhao Kai glanced at Emperor Daojun, and then at Zhao Tan, he felt that it was time for him to make a move, even if he always wanted to suppress Zhao Tan, but his real opponent was the crown prince, and this relationship between before and after could not be reversed.

"Daddy, the child will make a song too."

"Oh?" Emperor Daojun looked at Zhao Kai when he heard this: "Zhuang Yuanlang is going to compose a poem, come and listen to it." ”

Zhao Huan's face was a little unpleasant when he saw this, he knew that his poetry was average, but as soon as he sat down, Zhao Kai couldn't wait to stand up, this purpose was too obvious, right?

Seeing that Zhao Kai didn't think much about it, he looked at the crowd, put his hands behind him slightly, and recited when he opened his mouth:

The morning sun breaks through the sky, and the pen dances the dragon and writes the poem.

Wang Luo Lu Yang has been going for a long time, and he has been going to Shaoling for a long time.

Tengge's old Qiubo died, and the new end of Shu Road died.

The bright moon in Shenzhou is here, how can I worry about the Xia Shaohua Chapter.

After Zhao Kai's poem was finished, the crown prince Zhao Huan's face was like ashes, and he sat on the chair as if carved from clay wood.

Words are targeted, and words are heartfelt.

He wrote Chen Wang Cao Zhi, the poem is very admirable, the other party directly wrote Wang Luo, Lu Yang, the early Tang Dynasty, and wrote Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Bo, etc., saying that although these people are gone, even if they are not there, there are people in the world who can compare or even surpass, there will be no shortage of good articles at all, and there is no need to go to the depths of the sea to find.

Who is this person who can compare or surpass? That's him Zhao Kai, he himself is compared to Shenzhou Mingyue, and there is no need to worry about the lack of good articles in the world with him.

Everyone applauded at this time, and Emperor Daojun also smiled and said: "Sure enough, it is a rare good poem!" ”

When Zhao Huan heard this, his heart trembled, his face became even worse, and he couldn't help but look at Zhao Ta.

(End of chapter)