The moment Zhao Zhen's four sentences blurted out, Yang Jian knew that something bad was going to happen.

Maybe his sentence instigated discord, but it would make Zhao Zhen, the little prince, successfully get the right to speak!

For example, today there is widespread resentment among the people, and small-scale uprisings are one after another.

This is the place where the Son of Heaven is bored.

The little prince has soldiers and horses in his hands, in case he hangs the bandits a few times and quells a few rebellions, it will be easier to live a happy life!

Even the little prince didn't have to come forward himself, just let the northwest warrior Han Shizhong take people there!

"No, I have to think of a way!"

The words blurted out by this little prince will definitely not be written by himself! How old is he, how can he write such heroic words! It must have been taught by Master Liang! ”

"Fuck! This hidden appearance is so capable, why don't I see him write such heroic words and sentences on weekdays. ”

"Looking at it today, isn't this guy really Su Dongpo's son?"

With a squint of his eyes, Liang Shicheng sat down and left, Yang Jian looked at Zhao Ji and said: "Official, hidden neologism, there is indeed a bit of Su Xian's style!" ”

"I don't know when the hidden phase made these good words, and what is the original text?"

"The old minister vaguely felt a sense of heroism!"

"It's a pity that Jing Guogong is not here, otherwise Jing Guogong would definitely be able to resonate and speak generously!"

This old eunuch is full of bad water!

A glint flashed in Zhao Zhen's eyes.

The old eunuch's words undoubtedly continued to sow discord, deepened Zhao Ji's impression, and made Zhao Ji feel that he had already colluded with Liang Shicheng.

Under the collusion of the two, this kind of word is used to win the favor of the Son of Heaven!

After all, flattery is a taboo, and collusion with internal officials is a taboo for princes!

And Najing Guogong, Zhao Zhen also knows who it is.

Later generations were known as the only eunuch with a long beard, Tong Guan!

How is Tong Guan, Zhao Zhen doesn't think about it.

But the old eunuchs in front of him are digging pits one after another, who can stand this?

Even the clay man is a little angry, not to mention Zhao Zhen.

"If you want me to lose my impression points, I'll let you lose them first!"

Zhao Zhen put down the small bowl in his hand, looked at Yang Jian with his neck and said, "Mrs. Yang!" What do you mean by that? How did the words I made after being sick for so long become the words made by Captain Liang? ”

The milky voice made Zhao Ji smile happily when he looked at it.

My own son, really.

Zhao Ji just planned to appease the "angry" Zhao Zhen, but he didn't expect Yang Jian to look at Zhao Zhen with low eyebrows, and said in a low voice: "If it wasn't done by the hidden appearance but by the prince, then it was the old minister's fault." ”

"Today's heavy rain is drenched, so let's take the rain as the theme, why shouldn't the little prince make a poem on the scene, which can make the officials happy, and make the old ministers happy and convinced?"

Hearing Yang Jian's words, Zhao Ji restrained his movements.

He was also curious if his son, his son, could make poems that fit the occasion.

Zhao Zhen glanced at Yang Jian and said loudly: "I'm still young, and I don't know how to write the whole song!" I'll just write a few sentences, okay? ”

These words are Zhao Zhen's excuse.

After all, poetry is such a thing, and the taste of changing a word will be wrong.

Zhao Ji is a poetry master, if he sees the slightest change, he will be in trouble.

It's better to gag their mouths first.

Listen to Zhao Zhen's words.

Yang Jian swept his eyes to Zhao Ji,

Zhao Ji smiled slightly, pressed his hand on Zhao Zhen's head and rubbed it: "Do it!" Daddy also wants to see Daddy's good hazelnuts, which can be a little literary! ”

"But Mrs. Yang, Hazel can't make this word in vain, you need a little color! In my opinion, if Hazel makes it, Mrs. Yang might as well give Hazel your land in the north of Bianliang City, how about it? ”

Yang Jian thought about it in his heart, not to mention whether Zhao Zhen could make it, even if he did, anyway, he had enough land in his name, and if he lost, he would lose, and it was not a big problem.

What's more, if you have a wave of blood, the official family will feel that she is indeed unintentional.

No harm to yourself.

But once Zhao Zhen can't satisfy the Son of Heaven, his own separation can be regarded as a successful step!

Yang Jian has been Zhao Ji's close attendant for so many years, how can he not know that his official family is an indecisive and suspicious master?

Once he successfully buried this nail, this Pingyang County King will be uncomfortable!

Nodding, Yang Jian said: "What the official family says, it is naturally what it is!" ”

Zhao Ji smiled with satisfaction, looked at Zhao Zhen and said, "Hazel! Do it! Daddy believes in you! ”

One thing to say, Zhao Ji, who is a father, is good to himself, and Zhao Zhen can feel it.

But this daddy's gambling nature is really big.

To compose a poem, you have to make a bet.

But it's not bad for me, it's good!

This prince has no actual fiefdom.

Zhao Ji took the initiative to put forward the color head, so that he could have a piece of land around Bianliang.

Great thing!

After filtering through the poems of the Southern Song Dynasty that he was familiar with in his mind, Zhao Zhen raised his head and said proudly: "The young man listens to the rain song upstairs, and the red candle is dim!" ”

It's easy to get started!

Jiang Jie's "Poppy Beauty, Listening to the Rain" tells the story of life.

And this opening sentence happened to cater to Zhao Zhen's own affairs.

As soon as the sentence came out, Zhao Ji's eyes were full of joy, while Yang Jian's eyes were full of astonishment.

Zhao Ji stroked his palms and smiled: "It seems that Hazel is really sensible!" Although this Luo yarn tent is good, it also hurts the body! Hazel should be more leisurely in the future! ”

"But I listen to you, and I want to hear the next one, can Hazel try to finish it for Daddy?"

"When it's finished, Daddy will compose the music himself, announce it to the world for you, and make a name for yourself in the world!"

"Of course, it doesn't matter if you can't finish it, after all, from this first sentence, my father knows that this is a poem about life, and Hazel is so young, how can she finish it in one go!"

It's not that Zhao Zhen can't recite the full text, but it is a little weird to say that this word is a little weird from his seven-year-old mouth except for the life perception after the first sentence.

Yang Jian is on the side, God knows if he will continue to make trouble.

Glancing at Yang Jian and looking at the picture scroll on the desk behind Zhao Ji, Zhao Zhen nodded and said, "Daddy, the article is natural, and the magic hand can get it!" ”

"There's a fishing scroll on your desk, and the boy has the courage to continue to finish it!"

Zhao Ji smiled, and the painting on the scroll behind him was drawn by him.

Lonely boat.

Figure a mood.

I just don't know how to write in the future, and I don't know how to inscribe this painting, so my favorite son is going to fill in the words with the person in the painting?

"Hazel! Let it go! When you're done, Daddy will write your masterpiece on this painting! ”

Emperor's imperial pen inscription!

The emperor himself composed the music!

Zhao Zhen's heart moved: Mr. Jiang Jie, I can only get you this treatment for this poem!

"The boy listens to the rain song upstairs, and the red candle is dim! In the prime of life listening to the rain in the passenger boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind!

Now listening to the rain monks, the temples have stars! The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, and the first step is drip until dawn! ”

The end is all in one go.

can listen to Zhao Zhen's breath into a poppy beauty full of emotion.

Zhao Ji lifted the brush's hand, but it trembled suddenly.

The brush falls to the ground with a crunching sound.

Zhao Zhen looked at Zhao Ji and bowed his head and said, "Daddy, it's done!" It's not good, and I hope Daddy will forgive me! ”

Zhao Ji trembled his hands, pressed Zhao Zhen's thin shoulder, and took Zhao Zhen into his arms.

"Cao Mengde has Cao Zijian! My son is even more Cao Zijian! Hahahaha! There are ten buckets of talents in the world! Hazel monopolizes nine buckets! More than that Cao Zijian, one more bucket! ”

"Hazel! From tomorrow onwards, you will be the king of faith! King of the Counties! At least it has to be a small country! ”

"It just so happens that my will is only a verbal decree, and the official will has not yet been given! After a while, Captain Liang will come back, and let him change it again! ”

Listening to Zhao Ji's words, Yang Jian trembled.

This little prince is so fast, I'm afraid I can't stop it!

Every step of the little prince has hit the heart of the official!

"Smack!"

Yang Jian knelt on the ground, and shouted on the ground: "His Royal Highness King Xin is only nine buckets high!" Old minister, I am convinced! When I go home tonight, I will transfer the title deed treaty to the mansion of His Royal Highness King Shin! ”

Faith King?

Zhao Zhen muttered in his heart.

Zhao Song Dynasty is the fourth class, a large country, a sub-country, a small country, and a county.

King Xin is a little king.

However, there is still a king of faith in history, and the final outcome is to hang himself on the southeast branch.

We have to hurry up and replace this king of faith.

looked at Zhao Ji, Zhao Zhen waved his hand again and again: "Daddy praised it!" How can the child compare to Cao Zijian, who is only eight buckets tall! ”

As soon as he heard this, Zhao Ji was even happier.

This child of his own family knows modesty, knows how to advance and retreat, and a serious illness has washed away the lead!

"Nope! Hazel, Daddy thinks you're comparable! ”

The picture of the father and son enjoying themselves fell in Yang Jian's eyes, which made Yang Jian's heart even more uncomfortable.

Yourself, what's the picture?

What are you doing with those few words?