At this time, everyone in the hall also looked at Zhao Ta.

There are two talented people in the royal family, the second brother Zhao Ta and the third brother Zhao Kai.

Zhao Ta became famous earlier, and he has had a poem name since he was a child, although he no longer wrote poems and lyrics, but went to practice martial arts, but there are poetry collections in the world, and Shilin's evaluation has always been extremely high.

And Zhao Kai is the champion, the content of the imperial examination in this dynasty has changed many times, the poetry and this kind of come and go, Wang Anshi changed the law and directly abolished other subjects, leaving only the Jinshi department, the examination of the scriptures and the policy, and then the Ming law department.

But later, the reform failed, and the poems were reused, and they were on an equal footing with the scriptures.

Therefore, since Zhao Kai can be admitted to the top prize, his poetry level is absolutely good.

Now that Zhao Kai has made a move, everyone is looking at Zhao Ta, and as for those little brothers who are eager to try, no one pays attention to it anymore.

Zhao Ta felt these eyes look over, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, what is it not good, why do you want to write a poem, even if you fill in the first word, this poem ...... But it's hard to write.

Why didn't he write it back then? Even a few volumes of poetry were published, and then suddenly retreated? Isn't it because it's too difficult to write, and in the end I find that there is nothing to write, if it was hundreds of years earlier, even if I could write it for a lifetime, but now......

Zhao Ta touched his chin, picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of lamb meat in his mouth, whoever wants to watch it, anyway, so many people didn't do it, he just drank a few more glasses of wine.

On the side, Zhao Huan said in a low voice: "Second brother, ......"

Zhao Ta just drank too much and didn't hear it, and his eyes stared at another piece of lamb chops.

Zhao Kai next to him also looked at him, and when he saw his relaxed face, he couldn't help but feel annoyed, is this a poem that looks down on him, or is it someone who looks down on him? No, it's certainly all looked down upon.

It's just that, since you look down on it, you should get up and make a song, otherwise you Zhao Ta is Jiang Lang's talent, and you have a false reputation!

Emperor Daojun saw it clearly above, he thought about it, this second brother did a very good job in his previous poems, but he suddenly stopped writing, even now, everyone is looking at him and not squeaking, could it really be that Jiang Lang is the rumored outside?

But looking at his previous poems, even if he is exhausted, he will not be so thorough, right, Emperor Daojun thought for a while and said, "Second brother." ”

Zhao Ta raised his head with a puzzled expression: "Daddy called me?" ”

Emperor Daojun saw that he was pretending to be stupid, so he looked at Zheng Niangniang next to him, and Zheng Niangniang said, "Second brother, it's time to make a drinking order." ”

Zhao Ta sighed when he heard this, it seemed that he couldn't hide, he was no better than the prince, he had nothing to lose in this regard, even if Emperor Daojun asked him to do it, he said that he was sick when he went to sea, and he still had a headache, and Emperor Daojun had no choice.

But Emperor Daojun is not stupid, he was afraid that he would prevaricate with such words, so he let Zheng Niangniang speak.

Zhao Ta looked at Zheng Niangniang, after all, she was the mother of this life, she grew up in her arms, how could she bear to disappoint her, and couldn't help but stand up and said, "Yes, Niangniang." ”

When everyone saw him get up, they all became excited, that is, the concubines and princesses on the other side were staring at him with good eyes, this second brother was unparalleled when he was a child, and who didn't know, although he didn't write poems all these years, but no one could forget it.

Zhao Fujin looked at Zhao Ta with sparkling eyes, Zhao Hu'er in his arms was young, he didn't know that, and whispered: "Fifth sister, is the second pot poetry very powerful?" ”

Zhao Fujin glanced at Emperor Daojun and said in a low voice: "Although I don't know outside, this hall is the most powerful." ”

Zhao Hu'er's eyes immediately widened: "Is it even more powerful than the fifth sister?" ”

Zhao Fujin's face turned red and said, "It's more than ten times more powerful." ”

Zhao Ta looked at everyone, stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, and said with a wry smile: "I haven't written poems for many years, even the rules have almost forgotten, and the poems probably can't be written, so let's make the first Yuefu." ”

Lefu? Everyone was stunned when they heard this, Yuefu poems did not have much restrictions on the rhythm, only some requirements for rhyme.

Yuefu poems are easy to write, and it is not easy to say that they are difficult to write, and it is naturally not too limited to write the rhythm, and the long and short sentences can be combined in an orderly manner, and there is no need to quote the scriptures too much, and it is difficult to write, precisely because there are no such restrictions, so it is difficult to write well, or write back to the basics, or directly shocking people.

Zhao Kai was also stunned next to him, Yuefu, why do you want to write this? Didn't the other party really forget the rhythm? No, no, no! He suddenly wanted to give himself a mouth directly, has he been on Zhao Ta less in the past two years? Forget what to forget, this Zhao Er is the person who is the best at concealing disguise, he must want to find another way, take the lead, and overwhelm his own family.

Not good! If his own family is suppressed by him, doesn't it mean that the prince is also suppressed by him? Then it was his own family that offended the prince, he could still sell it well in the open, and take advantage of it secretly, it was really a good calculation!

Zhao Kai's face didn't look good, and he only felt that he had been designed by Zhao Ta again.

Where did Zhao Ta know that he was complicated, and continued: "Just make a Sauvignon Blanc." ”

Well? Sauvignon Blanc? Hearing this name, many people's eyes lit up, and even Emperor Daojun also showed an expression of interest.

It turns out that there are many pastimes in this palace, in addition to playing games, that is, reading the script, no matter what kind of story the book is, how can there be anything in it that does not carry private goods, it is a vague writing of some love and love, talented and beautiful women, and the bitterness of lovesickness.

So at this moment, everyone had a look of great interest on their faces, looking at Zhao Ta with a look of anticipation.

It's not good, grandstanding, it's grandstanding! Zhao Kai almost shouted next to him, this is obviously to seduce everyone's interest with the name of the poem, it is not a real skill, this Zhao Er is really too much!

Zhao Ta's eyes swept over everyone at this moment, thought about it a little, and said:

Sauvignon Blanc, in the far pass.

Wine marks Luo sleeves late autumn, midnight wind and rain to urge the heart.

Dusty dreams linger tonight, haggard and linger at the bottom of the pot.

What is deep outside the West Garden Building, and the loneliness is as empty as I sigh.

The Yiren are leisurely separated from the autumn water, blocking the Wanzhong Mountain outside the window, and breaking the heart of the piano for several years.

The sky is high and the water is far away, and the soul is bitter, and the clouds are dim and the pipa is biased.

Sauvignon Blanc, sleepless nights.

Feihong sent a little to the south of the Yangtze River, and drunk Wu Ge messed with silver strings.

The night urges the warbler to talk about the lock, and it is difficult for the dream soul to reach Yaotai.

The micro-step is still afraid of leaning on the diaphragm, and the building is sad and the mountain outside the building.

Qiongzhi Yushu is always to be harvested, leaving the morning and twilight, cutting sorrow and joy.

This look is at the end of the world, and the frost is far away.

At the end of a song, everyone looked sluggish, and after a long aftertaste, they couldn't speak for a long time.

After a while, Emperor Daojun suddenly slapped the table, shook the cups and plates, and laughed: "Second brother, be my first merry genius in the Great Song Dynasty!" ”

When Zhao Kai heard this, his face immediately changed, pale as paper, and all the strength in his body seemed to be drained at this moment, and he trembled in his heart, no, no, the first merry talent in the Great Song Dynasty is me, it's me!

He has always boasted that he was the first merry and talented man in the Great Song Dynasty, but now, what came out of the mouth of the official family was the treacherous and shameless Zhao Er!

The official must have said something wrong, he must have said something wrong, Zhao Kai looked at Emperor Daojun tremblingly.

Emperor Daojun suddenly said: "I said it wrong, the second brother is not the first merry genius of the Great Song Dynasty!" ”

Zhao Kai's eyes immediately widened when he heard this, and his heart suddenly became ecstatic, yes, the official family knew that he was wrong, only he Zhao Kai was the first romantic genius in the Great Song Dynasty!

I only heard Emperor Daojun say loudly: "The second brother is not the first merry genius in the Great Song Dynasty, he is the first merry genius in the world!" ”

When Zhao Kai heard this, the smile that had just appeared on his face suddenly suffocated there, he couldn't take it back, and he couldn't bloom, and his heart seemed to be slammed by a heavy hammer of hundreds of catties......

(End of chapter)