What the hell is it that suddenly asked me to compose poetry?

Jiang Wujian glanced at Yong'an, although the latter tried his best to be calm, the expectation in his eyes could not be completely hidden.

yes......

No matter what people say, she is also the first talented woman in the capital.

I copied Yunshang's "Qingping Tune", she must know, and she is envious and jealous.

Maybe I copied "Breaking the Array" in the autumn, and she knows it.

Women love talents, and they take it in a good way, huh...... That's pretty much it.

Jiang Wuji's first thought was "Silent Night Thoughts".

It should be said that more than 90 percent of people who have received nine years of compulsory education will have a silent night thought when they think of poems related to the moon.

However, at this time, it seemed a little inappropriate to copy Jingye Si, so after some thought, Jiang Wujian changed his words and Lang Lang copied it.

"The bright moon is not frightening, and the breeze is chirping cicadas in the middle of the night."

Yong'an's waist was unconsciously straightened, and his legs under the skirt were tightly closed.

"The fragrance of rice flowers says a good year, and listens to the sound of frogs."

As soon as the second sentence came out, Yong'an's eyes seemed to light up, and his towering chest began to rise and fall, undulating.

Jiang Wujian got up and waved his hand towards the night sky.

"Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points in front of the rain mountain!"

"In the old days, at the edge of the forest of the Maodian Society, I suddenly saw the road turning the river bridge."

The words fell, and the eyes of the two met at the same time.

Looking at Yong'an who was out of shape, Jiang Wujian couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, but before he could open his mouth and pretend to be forced, the latter had already regained his original coldness.

"Good words, Jiang Jieyuan's true poetry is unparalleled." Yongan praised without hesitation.

But in fact, Jiang Wuxi regretted copying this poem a little.

Because the word describes summer, but now it's winter, and this will not be downstream, so it really doesn't happen.

And what Jiang Wujian didn't expect was that even so, the first talented woman in the capital still succeeded in PUA herself.

"The bright moon and breeze, the rice fragrant fields, in the cold winter, but yearning for the harvest of the summer night...... Good, that's good. ”

Sister, your reading comprehension must be a full score, Jiang Wujian smiled and said, "Your Highness praises falsely." ”

"I don't know if Xie Yuan has come up with a good name?" Yongan asked.

Jiang Wuji shook his head: "Not yet." ”

"Hongu has thought of one."

"Then let His Highness name it."

Yongan cast a "sensible" look and said with a smile: "Listen to the rain and look at the moon, how about it?" ”

Listen to the rain and look at the moon?

The palace where Princess Yong'an lives is called Tingyuyuan, and those who are interested will know that the lyricist has a little secret with Yong'an when they see this name.

Gee...... What a scheming.

I like it.

Jiang Wujian agreed: "Very good! It's called listening to the rain and looking at the moon. ”

The corners of the beauty's mouth are outlined, and the smile is overwhelming.

……

Somewhere in the Yuheng Palace.

The faces of the four princes on the main throne were slightly gloomy.

A group of dancing girls danced at the foot of the steps.

More than a dozen people sitting on both sides form a huge contrast.

On the left, the scholars from the countries of the East China Sea taste wine and watch the dance, and they are happy.

And the four princes on the right side of the door, all of them looked melancholy, and it was difficult to think about the color of wine.

The four princes held a banquet tonight, just to pull the relationship between scholars from the East China Sea countries.

Although they couldn't directly help him fight for the throne, when this news spread, outsiders would only say that the fourth prince was Corporal Lixian, and even the scholars from the East China Sea countries came here, and his prestige was +9999......

As a result, who knows, a scholar from Liang Kingdom in the East China Sea proposed to compose poems when he was drinking tea in the afternoon.

At that time, he was suppressed by the four princes.

When it came to the dinner, the matter was mentioned again.

In desperation, a good banquet became the scene of Wendou.

From the beginning of the mutual routine, it gradually rose to Dali VS the countries of the East China Sea.

Then, Lin Yushu, a scholar from Liang Kingdom who came prepared, threw out a song "Cold Moon", which shocked everyone.

As soon as this poem came out, the poems made by others were tasteless.

It's not that the four princes' disciples are too dish, but because Lin Rufeng, a member of the literary world, is a native of Liang, and this Lin Yushu is the proud protégé of the Lin family.

The fourth prince even suspected that this poem was prepared by the Lin family for Lin Yushu in advance.

Wait for him!

It's like a group of full-level people, going to fight an open hanging, how to fight?

Fortunately, tonight is a small scene, and it doesn't hurt to stop the news afterwards, the facts that should be distorted, and the loss in time......

It's just that at this moment, he, the fourth prince, really can't come to the stage.

After the dance, Lin Yushu glanced at the four princes, and then glanced at the princes sitting opposite, and said with a smile: "I don't know if you have any inspiration?" ”

“……”

The doormen kept their heads down, eager to dig into the cracks.

Lin Yushu: "I heard that not long ago, on the eve of the autumn in your country, a scholar wrote poems for Oiran. ”

"The clouds want clothes, the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze railing Revlon."

"Good poetry, a good poetry that is rare in the world."

The spirit of the Four Princes' camp is excited, yes! They have Jiang Jieyuan!

Although "The Small Courtyard Sends Clouds" is not written on a moonlit night, it is from the land of wind and moon!

Hanging, completely hanging!

Seeing that the fourth prince's eyebrows stretched a little, a doorman hurriedly said: "Brother Lin doesn't know, Jiang Jieyuan's poetry is unparalleled, and he did it casually to send Yunshang in the small courtyard." ”

"Oh? So does this Jiang Jieyuan have any other masterpieces? ”

Doorman: "This ......"

The spread of the song in Chunfu is very small, after all, it is based on the theme of Zhenbei Pass, and the last sentence "poor white happens" sighs that the king of Zhenbei is a horse in his life.

At the moment, the four princes will definitely not be able to move this word out.

Seeing this, Lin Yushu raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Although it is a good poem, but it is out of the Teaching Workshop Division, should the talented son of your country only be able to compose poetry in the gentle township?" ”

"If that's the case, I think there's something wrong with this talent's style."

The Donghai camp laughed, and the four princes on the main seat took a deep breath quietly.

"You!" The doorman wanted to scold the street, but it turned out that he was the one who took the blame!

is a good Lin Yushu, deliberately moved out of Jiang Wuji, and after a wave of elevation, his backhand was suppression, focusing on a contrast.

Tonight, they are all in shame!

At this moment, a servant girl hurried in with small steps.

Attached behind the ear.

The fourth prince had a smile on his face, and even drank a glass of wine.

Just as everyone looked at each other, the four princes got up and raised their wide sleeved robes.

"Jiang Jieyuan has a feeling tonight."

"Write a lyric, listen?"