Zhu Zi stood up for a long time, but couldn't hold back a word, and finally caught a glimpse of a withered grass on the wall swaying by the autumn wind, and whispered: "A grass on the wall." ”

Zhu Bai secretly covered his eyes: Sure enough......

Liu Bowen was not easy to attack, and nodded: "The number of words is correct, and the topic is grass." ”

Wrong is right, it's ......

Zhu Zi got amnesty and quickly sat down.

It's Zhu Tan's turn.

Zhu Tan was already panicked, but this would be even more panicked, and he stammered: "Wind ...... The wind blows on both sides. ”

Five words, still talking about grass, still right, and rhyming.

Liu Bowen's face turned red, and he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word: "Yes." ”

Zhu Bai almost laughed: My mother, this is called poetry.......

Zhu Chun was originally the most literate among the young princes, and just now he was gearing up to make some flowers and show off them well, but there was nothing he could do, so he stood up weakly and said, "What kind of grass does he care." ”

Zhu Bai laughed, simply made a mess to the end, slapped the table, stood up and said loudly: "Tear off a handful of burns." ”

Liu Bowen caught a glimpse of a corner of his clothes outside the door, and it was obvious that Zhu Yuanzhang was coming.

Zhu Bai has recently done several "big things" in a row, and Lao Zhu is very partial to him.

In addition, Lao Zhu has always been protective of his shortcomings, if he directly said that his son's poems don't make sense, this old rascal is afraid that he will flip the table.

Liu Bowen could only twitch the corners of his mouth and said, "Good poetry!" The battle is neat and the idea is novel! It's truly unparalleled. Several princes are still young, and they can make such quatrains, and the future is immeasurable. ”

Zhu Yuanzhang scolded in his heart outside the door: What a bullshit limerick. Farmers who collect firewood and graze cattle can do better than this.

Thanks to Liu Bowen, the old slippery head, he still said that it was good.

Old Zhu walked in with a dark face.

The princes, who were covering their mouths and snickering, immediately stood up, bowed their heads and lowered their hands, and did not dare to come out.

Liu Bowen also stood up and stepped aside.

Zhu Yuanzhang walked to the podium and sat down, pretending not to know what had just happened, and asked, "What did the boys learn today?" Old eight, you come to it. ”

Zhu Zi replied in a voice smaller than a mosquito: "Write poetry." ”

Zhu Yuanzhang: "What poem?" ”

Zhu Zi: "Poems about flowers and plants. ”

Zhu Yuanzhang said: "Well, do it." I listened. ”

Zhu Zi could only rack his brains and think again: "Ten thousand acres of autumn grass are low." ”

Zhu Yuanzhang frowned slightly: "So-so." ”

Zhu Tan didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, and held back for a long time before answering: "The wind is sad." ”

Zhu Yuanzhang looked disgusted: "The girls are embarrassed." ”

Zhu Chun hurriedly said: "Stay until the spring returns." ”

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't say anything.

Zhu Bai waved his hand, full of pride: "Let me gallop." ”

Zhu Yuanzhang raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhu Bai: Although it is not a good sentence, it pulls back the decadence of the first two sentences, which is much more decent than the "tear off a handful of burning" just now.

He snorted, noncommittal, but asked Liu Bowen: "How long have the princes been learning to compose poetry?" ”

Liu Bowen replied: "Every first day and the fifteenth day of the school year, it has lasted for more than two years. ”

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at it with a smile: "It's been two years, and it's taken a lot of effort, but I have learned like this." Is my son too stupid, or is Master Liu too good at teaching? ”

Liu Bowen saw that the visitor was not good, so he knelt down busily: "It's because the minister is not teaching well." ”

Isn't this nonsense?

Who dares to say that Lao Zhu's son is stupid??!

Then Liu Bowen can only admit that he can't do it.

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded: "Lord Liu doesn't have to be so modest, I heard that you are good at getting along with people, help me see how my sons look." ”

Liu Bowen suddenly panicked a little in his heart: It's not good, this is a fateful question.

It is clear that Liu Bowen can only say it for the better, but it is not right to say it.

If he said that Zhu Yuanzhang's sons were all dragons and phoenixes.

Zhu Yuanzhang will say: Then you mean that one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers, and they will still fight. Aren't you stirring up a relationship between our brother and son?

If he wants to say that only Zhu Biao has the spirit of the Son of Heaven, then the other princes are all princes.

Zhu Yuanzhang will take the opportunity to say, since this is the case, he is not allowed to play again in the future and say that he does not want to be crowned king.

Liu Bowen was worried.

Zhu Bai was even more worried.

Liu Bowen has a white face and a yellow beard, is of medium height, except that his eyes are like stars, but from his appearance, he can't see anything special.

However, even if Zhu Bai has a bad history, he knows what kind of immortal figure Liu Bowen is!

Not to mention whether the "Song of Baked Cakes" that predicted the fortune of the next few hundred years was made up by later generations, according to the official history, he is definitely a person with exquisite skills and extreme intelligence.

Zhu Bai has been here for so long, and he has been making trouble every day, and it is estimated that Liu Bowen has not had a chance to take a good look at him, so he didn't see the clues.

Now Lao Zhu asked Liu Bowen to take a closer look at them one by one.

If Liu Bowen broke through the body of King Xiang and now it is occupied by lonely souls and wild ghosts, then Zhu Yuanzhang still doesn't treat him as a demon, and let people set up firewood and burn him directly? !

Zhu Bai's mind spun rapidly, thinking about how to get through.

Liu Bowen straightened his clothes and saluted Lao Zhu: "It's ugly." Then he stood in front of Zhu Biao.

He looked at Zhu Biao for a while, his face gradually became solemn, but he didn't say a word, and he came to Zhu Fan again, and then his face became more and more bad.

Still didn't speak, he came to the third child Zhu Li again.

Zhu Yuanzhang originally wanted to embarrass Liu Bowen, but now he is being upset by Liu Bowen.

Zhu Bai roared in his heart: No, no. Can Liu Bowen really see it?!

Zhu Biao was short-lived, and Zhu Biao's son Zhu Yunwen later forced several uncles to death, and these people naturally did not end well.

That's why Liu Bowen has that expression of wanting to speak and stopping.

What to do? What to do?

I'm definitely going to be debunked by him!!

Without waiting for Zhu Bai to come up with a countermeasure, Liu Bowen had already walked in front of Zhu Bai.

Zhu Bai glared at Liu Bowen and said silently in his heart: You can't see me, you can't see me.

Liu Bowen looked at Zhu Bai, a thoughtful smile flashed in his eyes.

Zhu Bai's heart skipped a beat: Rub, this old man definitely saw it.

His heart beat wildly, and he kept glancing at the back door, calculating what his chances were of running to the door and riding out of the palace.

Liu Bowen suddenly rolled his eyes and fell straight down.

Zhu Bai stared at Liu Bowen, who was motionless with his eyes closed at his feet, and didn't dare to move:, is this old boy really fainted or dead, will he cheat the corpse?

Zhu Yuanzhang stayed for a moment, then suddenly became angry and slapped the table: "You old thing, don't want to pretend to be dead!" Tell me what you see. ”

The prince and the other masters were so frightened that they fell to their knees.

Zhu Bai secretly wiped a cold sweat and let out a sigh: Shhhh

Zhu Yuanzhang was furious, and he went crazy and wanted to kick Liu Bowen, but was hugged by Zhu Biao.

"Come on, drag this old puppet down for me, play twenty boards, and see if he says anything!!"