"Come on!"

With Zhao Ding's order, Zhang San, who had long seen Sun Lan a little unhappy, suddenly jumped out, stood up directly from his seat, and took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone handed over by the Beiliang waiter with a big grin.

immediately took a mouthful of saliva, lay directly on the ground, and did not forget to return a sentence to Zhao Ding: "Lord Wang, I'm ready." ”

Get ready Nima!

Zhao Ding rolled his eyes.

Looking at Zhang San's pouting ass and looking at Xiao Daocheng, he rolled his eyes a little speechlessly.

What is this occasion?

Can this be?

But Zhao Ding didn't bother to care.

Love drips out.

He doesn't bother to give face, let alone Xiao Daocheng, a quasi-father-in-law who hasn't even written a word, I'll take care of you!

And looked at the appearance of Zhao Ding and Zhang San, the master and servant.

The ministers of Northern Liang present were also a little confused.

What's going on?

There's no need for someone to replace it!

And Your Excellency sits here.... The lying position is indeed a little indecent...

It's Kong Qiuyue's delicate brows twisted together, and she really can't figure out what Zhao Ding is doing.

Only Xiao Yunu couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile.

Some people are afraid that they feel that their words are ugly and want to find someone to write for them.....

But if you see through it, you can't say it, Xiao Yunu still held back a smile and sat behind Xiao Daocheng.

On the main seat, Xiao Daocheng glanced at Zhao Ding angrily, and shouted to the left and right: "Come on, give the attendant of Lord Yan a seat, give a seat!" ”

"Oh, no, I'm all ...... I'm so comfortable lying on my stomach. ”

Zhang San subconsciously wanted to say that when he was in Youzhou before, he had ghostwritten for his own prince like this, but when he wanted to say it, he only felt a cold killing machine coming, Zhang San subconsciously shrank his head, and hurriedly saluted Xiao Daocheng on the main throne.

Later, under the service of the waiter in Beiliang, he lay on the desk upright.

"Trick up!"

Sun Lan snorted disdainfully.

Huangfu Xing wanted to sleep, but he touched the slap on his face that was slapped by Zhao Ding, and he still looked hot, thought about it, and finally forcibly resisted the sleepy worm, and looked at Zhao Ding with half-squinted eyes.

However, Zhao Ding didn't bother to take care of these, isn't it just copying poems.

Isn't it true that you can't?

Cleared his throat.

Looking at the outside of the Baohe Palace, he deliberately made a deep look on his face, and said loudly:

"Today, there is a beautiful woman Gongsun's family, a dance of swords and weapons in all directions!

The spectators are depressed like mountains, and the heavens and the earth are low for a long time. ”

This is Du Fu's "Guangongsun Auntie's Disciples Dancing Swords and Weapons"

Since there are Gongsun Aunts in both worlds.

Then he can only reluctantly gather wool once.

Listening to Zhao Ding's opening, everyone present frowned slightly, but continued to stop, but their faces changed slightly.

This is a freehand poem, which describes the scene of Gongsun Auntie's sword dance just now, which can be described as extremely vivid, but it is not lacking in literary brilliance.

If it is said that the hand that Huangfu Xing did just now was more to watch Gongsun Auntie dance the sword, the feeling of chivalry rose in his heart.

So the poem made by Zhao Ding at this moment is a pure description of the scene when Gongsun Auntie danced the sword just now, and it is described from the perspective of the viewer, which can be said to have their own merits.

"This poem..."

Even Huang Fuxing's eyes couldn't help but open slightly, and he looked at Zhao Ding with a little fun in his eyes for the first time.

Seems to be kind of interesting.

"Hmph."

Sun Lan snorted lightly, glanced at Zhao Ding with gloomy eyes, and continued to drink the wine in front of him, obviously still not taking Zhao Ding in his eyes.

Zhao Ding didn't care about it and continued to read:

"Huo Ruyi shoots nine sunsets, like a group of emperors and dragons.

Come like thunder to collect thunder and anger, like the river and sea condensing the light! ”

Speaking of this, Zhao Ding's voice suddenly became high.

In the eyes of everyone present, with Zhao Ding's high-pitched voice, their thoughts seemed to be drawn to the scene when Gongsun Auntie danced the sword just now.

Between the flying swords of Senbai, there was an extremely terrifying aura of slaughter.

Gradually, the thoughts of everyone present were brought into it by some invariance.

Even Aunt Gongsun herself is like this.

Zhao Ding's voice was still high, and he walked as if he was strolling in a leisurely garden, and as soon as his voice changed, he continued:

"The lips and beads are exquisite, and there are disciples who pass on the fragrance."

"The beauties of Beiliang are in Luoyang, and the wonderful dance is beautiful. 】

The Q&A with Yu is both intentional and emotional, and it is sad to feel the feelings.

There are 8,000 maids in the emperor's house, and Gongsun is the first in the sword.

In the past fifty years, it seems that the wind and dust have shaken the royal family.

The disciples of the pear garden are scattered like smoke, and the female music reflects the cold day.

The wood in front of the golden millet pile has been arched, and the grass of the stone city of Qu Tang is bleak.

The tortoise feast is over, and the moon rises in the east.

The old man didn't know where he was going, and his feet turned into a barren mountain. ”

The poem stopped, Zhao Ding looked up at the people in the hall, and said with a slight smile: "What do you think of this poem?" ”

However, there was silence in the Bohol Palace.

Everyone was so shocked by Zhao Ding's poem that they couldn't speak.

Even Huangfu Xing even forgot to drink at this moment, came back to his senses, and immediately laughed: "Good poetry, good poetry!"

With this poem alone, the bento should be revealed! ”

Huangfu Xing was completely drunk, his face was full of red light, and he did not hide his appreciation for this poem, but as soon as he took the wine and didn't take two sips, he fell back with a pop.

Drinking too much.

A long, long murmur sounded.

Everyone smiled wryly.

This Huangfu line, it is really the emperor's line!

But the eyes of everyone present looking at Zhao Ding were also strange.

There are a total of thirteen poems, all of which are written in one go, and the difficulty in this is simply higher than that of chivalry.

It not only vividly describes the realm of Gongsun Auntie's sword dance, but also brings infinite emotion, and the atmosphere is majestic and has a long aftertaste.

Da Qian is really out of the dragon!

None of the people present are Bai Ding, and those who can occupy this position, in addition to the necessary family background, need to read poetry even more.

In this case, how can people not hear the quality of a poem?

Moreover, this poem is also seven laws, and the difficulty of creation is higher than that of the chivalrous line of the emperor's travel, and it is also more sophisticated and more majestic.

But in terms of the height of poetry, it may not be equal, and they are also famous articles.

But when it comes to fitting the scene.

Undoubtedly, the poems written by Zhao Ding are more suitable!

After Xiao Daocheng's death, Kong Qiuyue's eyes were full of brilliance, and her beautiful eyes were full of inexplicable color: "He has such a poetic talent?" ”

Zhao Ding not only invented a kind of chess that was very different from Go and easier to play, but also played a pipa song such as "Ambush on Ten Sides".

Now he has made a hand-me-down story whose talent is no less than that of the emperor.

She really couldn't see what was hidden beneath the façade of elegance and bohemian annexation.

It's no wonder that before, when Sun Lan provoked, Zhao Ding was not afraid, it turned out that everything was already in order.

"Sister Kong, how about the poem that Zhao Ding made just now?"

Xiao Yunu looked at Kong Qiuyue eagerly, holding Kong Qiuyue's arm and throwing it all the time, her delicate face was full of anxiety.

It is true that there is no white ding in the Baohe Palace, but it can be regarded as having white ding.

Although she has also learned a little bit of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child, under the persecution of Xiao Daocheng, commenting on the quality of two poems that are also enough to be passed on to the world obviously touches her knowledge blind spots...

Kong Qiuyue smiled softly and said, "What do you think of Zhao Ding's poem?" ”

Xiao Yunu touched his chin and said: "I think compared to the song of Huangfu Xing, Zhao Ding's song is obviously more suitable for Mr. Gongsun's dance just now, and it does not lose in artistic conception at all." ”

Kong Qiuyue lovingly scratched Xiao Yunu's little nose and said with a smile: "That's right." ”

"Oh yes!"

Xiao Yunu was suddenly overjoyed, and grabbed Kong Qiuyue's arm with a look of surprise.

"That's true, of course."

Kong Qiuyue glanced at Xiao Yunu noncommittally, and then stretched out her hand to "shhh".

After speaking, he pouted again, and motioned for Xiao Yunu to look ahead.

On the main seat, Xiao Dao Cheng Chan Yan Dayue, looked at Zhao Ding's eyes more and more softly, and said with a smile: "This poem is excellent, even I am difficult to judge, Mr. Gongsun, what do you think of the two poems of Zhao Ding and Huangfu Xing.., hey, why did Mr. Gongsun cry?" ”

Xiao Daocheng looked at Aunt Gongsun in surprise.

Hearing Xiao Daocheng's words, everyone looked over, only to see that below the main hall, Aunt Gongsun didn't know when she had burst into tears.

After hearing Xiao Daocheng's words, she took a deep look at Zhao Ding, then looked at Xiao Daocheng who was on the throne, bowed down and said, "Back to Your Majesty, the people's daughter is just touching the scene and hurting the situation."

You also know that the people's daughter is a great detached person, since childhood hard practice sword dance, and then because the monarch is deaf, but suffered from the war rebellion, the pear orchard is scattered, the country is ruined, and the family is ruined, and it has been around for 20 years....

I didn't expect that Lord Yan would know about it..."

Aunt Gongsun looked at Zhao Ding, her amber eyes were full of complexity.

Although Zhao Ding didn't say anything on his face, he just smiled faintly.

But there is something ..... in my heart

Could this also be a coincidence?

He just copied Du Fu's poems, and Du Fu was already in his old age when he wrote this poem, and the scene and mood were very different from now, so he made some changes.

I didn't expect it to be a coincidence.

Thanks to the author for the great patching in time ...

Xiaosheng admires!

"I see."

Xiao Daocheng suddenly nodded, and then looked at Aunt Gongsun and asked, "Then Mr. Gongsun thinks which of these two poems is better?" ”

And listening to Xiao Daocheng's words.

Sun Lan, who had been sitting on the side, pretending to be fine, couldn't help but straighten up slightly, and his ears turned slightly sideways.

Huangfu Xing squinted slightly, then closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

Aunt Gongsun's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and after a little hesitation, she cleared her throat and looked at Zhao Ding.

And as Aunt Gongsun spoke.

In an instant, everyone in the entire Baohe Hall couldn't help but turn their heads slightly.

Sun Lan's hand hidden in his sleeve couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat.

I listened to the voice of Aunt Gongsun Qingwan: "The two poems written by Mr. Huangfu and Prince Yan are naturally excellent, enough to be passed on to the world, and they are for the future." ”

Listening to Aunt Gongsun's words, Sun Lan breathed a long sigh of relief, but the next moment, his eyes suddenly became nervous.

Aunt Gongsun continued: "But the concubine thinks that since Mr. Huangfu and Yan Wangye both said that this poem was written for the concubine, the concubine thought that it was better to be a poem written by Yan Wangye, and it was more suitable for the concubine's body and mind.

If only one of the two poems can be chosen, the concubine would rather choose the poems composed by His Royal Highness King Yan! ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone present nodded slightly.

Huangfu Xing's chivalrous behavior focuses on expressing his state of mind realized from the sword dance of Gongsun Auntie.

It's good, but it's not about sword dance, it's more about expressing the chivalrous feelings in his heart, but it's a little bit unsuitable for today's theme.

But Zhao Ding is completely different, the whole poem is majestic with a hint of sadness, the beginning is majestic, and the end is thought-provoking.

Although each has its own merits, it is only a matter of sticking to the topic.

Naturally, Zhao Ding's song is more suitable!

"I think the one made by Brother Huangfu is more suitable."

However, at this moment, Sun Lan's voice sounded coldly again.

Yo, I'm in a hurry.

Zhao Ding grinned.

But before Zhao Ding could speak, Huangfu Xing, who was sleeping lying on his back behind Sun Lan, suddenly sat up from the ground and muttered drunkenly: "I think Brother Yan's poems are more appropriate than mine." ”

After saying that, he fell heavily to the ground and continued to fall asleep.

"This drunkard."

Zhao Ding rolled his eyes, smiled helplessly, and then looked at Sun Lan with a slightly cold face and asked, "Lord Sun, Mr. Huangfu has already said what he said just now, what do you think?" ”

Sun Lan sneered, waved his sleeves, and said disapprovingly: "How can the words of a drunkard be taken seriously?" ”

With that, he turned to the side.

This is an iron-hearted denial of accounting.

Bang!

Zhao Ding directly pulled out the long sword in the hand of a royal forest soldier behind him, looked at Xiao Daocheng on the main seat, and bowed: "Your Majesty, how should those who dare to ask those who rebel against their words should be punished?" ”

"What are you going to do?"

Seeing that Zhao Ding actually drew his sword directly without saying a word, Sun Lanye was stunned for a moment, hurriedly stood up from his seat, and pointed at Zhao Ding with a strong expression: "Bold, this is the place where the Three Kingdoms have diplomatic relations, and it is also the place where the Great Liang Palace is located, and Emperor Liang is now sitting on the upper seat."

How dare you commit murder? Defying the Celestial Might? Do you still have Emperor Liang under your eyes? ”

Sun Lan was very inward, although he was righteous in one mouthful, but when he spoke, he was obviously trembling, and pointed at Zhao Ding with his mouth open.

However, Zhao Ding didn't look at him, and still looked at Xiao Daocheng on the throne: "Your Majesty, as a witness, Your Majesty thinks that how to punish this person today?" ”

Xiao Daocheng glanced at Zhao Ding meaningfully.

I cursed in my heart.

Good boy, throw the problem to me.

It's clever.

At this moment, if he promised Zhao Ding to kill Sun Lan directly in the palace, then his Daliang and Dayu would be completely evil.

After all, the two countries are at war, and it is the default rule not to kill them.

But if you don't agree, it's also difficult to do, after all, he is the witness of this competition, if he is biased towards Sun Lan, it is to say to everyone that his Xiao Daocheng's face is not face.

The more he thought of this, the more interesting Xiao Daocheng looked at this moment, still holding a sword, and Zhao Ding, who was menacing.