Everyone followed the sound and looked.

These words came from the mouth of Su Xiu, who was dressed in a Taoist robe.

Cui Zhi looked at Su Xiu, who was wearing a Taoist robe, and smiled disdainfully.

"It's really funny, now any cat or dog dares to come out and compose poetry."

"Why does a Taoist priest compose poetry?"

"Could it be that today's Taoist halls don't chant and meditate, and have changed to four books and five classics?"

"I advise you, let's go back to your gym honestly."

"Lest you get into trouble and kill yourself early."

As soon as these words came out, the audience burst into laughter, and everyone also pointed at Su Xiu.

Qin Haoxuan on the side mentally guessed that Su Xiu was kind, but he didn't want him to have such a foreign appearance.

"This master, Cui Zhi's poetry is indeed outstanding, I..."

Before he finished speaking, Su Xiu waved his hand to stop the lobbying of the prince of Yan Wang.

Turning his head to look at King Ning's son.

"You just said that anyone present will apologize if you make a better poem than this surnamed Cui."

"I don't know what King Ning said when he visited, can it count?"

Qin Gui looked at Su Xiu's calm face, and suddenly a sense of foreboding arose in his heart.

But at this moment, he is already chasing ducks to the shelves, and he is a dignified man, and he will inevitably spit a nail when he speaks.

Qin Gui stood proudly.

"Self-counting."

Su Xiu smiled.

"Since it counts, then I'll do it."

On the side, Cui Zhi looked at Su Xiu, who was confident, and sneered.

"It's just a good thing, you are a Taoist priest, can you still surpass us in poetry, hum."

The prince of King Ning on the side, listening to what Cui Zhi said, also thought a little in his heart.

Indeed, this poem made by Cui Zhi is considered the top among all talents.

Even if the Taoist priest in front of him pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, it depends on his age.

Since beating his mother's womb, even if he studies hard every day, today is only more than 20 years, how can he be worthy of this dynasty.

Thinking like this, King Ning felt a little relieved in his heart, and said lightly: "Then you can do it." ”

Su Xiu took a step forward, his mood was not turbulent, and he looked at Cui Zhi on the side calmly.

"A person who wins by luck by rewriting other people's poems, what is the face of being complacent."

"It's just a trick, today I'll teach you how to make poetry."

Then, in Cui Zhi's indignant eyes, Su Xiu's lips and teeth opened slightly, and his words were clear.

"The smoke cage is cold and the moon is long and sandy, and the night is close to the restaurant in Qinhuai."

"The merchant girl doesn't know the hatred of the country, and she still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river."

Su Xiu's voice was subdued, and he said the whole poem.

For a while, the audience was silent, and Cui Zhi was even more speechless, standing on the spot.

The people around him, hearing this poem, also felt sad and well-gried.

There was a deep grief in everyone's heart.

The feeling of worrying about the country and the people arises spontaneously.

This poem is really just right for this feast of flowers.

In this scene of wanton singing and dancing girls, in this brisk tune, it shows the irony of luck.

The artistic conception of this poem is perfectly integrated into the current situation of the Chu Dynasty.

The prince of Yan wrote a poem, but he only criticized the people who were sloppy and patted the horses present, but he did not tell the truth.

Su Xiu's poem satirized the extravagance of the people present.

The goal of the poem is directed at the Hundred Flowers Banquet.

There is war in front, but pleasure is in the back.

A sentence across the river still sings the flower in the back garden, which shows the absurdity of the prince of Ning Wang's country.

Su Xiu looked around at everyone present.

In addition to the passion of wanting to serve the country and go into battle to kill the enemy, there was a passion on the face of the prince of Yan.

The other cadres and others all had ugly faces.

Without him, it is only because of Su Xiu's poems, which are majestic and magnificent, and look at today's event from a higher perspective.

Some of the poems written today praise the grand event, and some praise the prince of Ning.

There are also those like Yan Wang Shizi who criticize those who slap horses, or Cui Zhi's poems to encourage them.

But no one has ever thought about whether today's Hundred Flowers Banquet should be held.

As the saying goes, the rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of the husband.

The front-line soldiers fought bloody battles, bravely killing the enemy, and resisting desperately.

The rear not only does not strengthen logistics and supply, but also does not manage for the country, and shares worries for Emperor Chu.

On the contrary, a kind of literati gathered here to hold a hundred flowers banquet.

The name is said to appreciate everyone, Zhuo Xuan's young talents.

In fact, it was a show-off banquet for the prince of King Ning.

Su Xiu wrote a poem, and the real face of this hundred flowers banquet was revealed.

The talents on the side were all ashamed.

Some people with heads and faces have surrendered and retired.

The generals who came to the meeting felt even more ashamed and turned to leave.

Some didn't even say goodbye to King Ning's son and left.

Secretive, for fear that others will recognize you.

In the blink of an eye, the guests at the Hundred Flowers Banquet went to Sancheng.

In the field, some of the remaining people were Bai Ding Xiucai, and some ordinary people who came to see the excitement.

It also contains some hardcore people who watch the lively princes and Ning Wang Shizi.

When King Ning heard this poem, his heart was full of anger, but he had nowhere to vent.

He had to stare angrily at a pair of mouse eyes, staring at Su Xiu.

Su Xiu's expression was calm, and he looked at Qin Gui's eyes as if he was about to kill.

said calmly: "His Royal Highness, Cui Tanhua, I don't know the two, but there are still poems to write?" ”

Cui Zhi put away the paper fan, since Su Xiu made this poem, he has long lost his smug and leisurely appearance.

Listening to Su Xiu's inquiry, he looked embarrassed for a while, stood in the middle, and said no, no, no.

It's really uncomfortable, like sitting on pins and needles, like a fish in the throat.

Ning Wang Shizi tried his best to control his emotions and turned to look at Cui Zhi.

Suppress your anger and try to speak in a normal tone.

"I don't know Cui Tanhua, but there are still poems?"

I can only pin my hopes on Cui Zhi in front of me.

But looking at his demeanor and expression, it is estimated that it is in vain.

King Ning began to regret it a little.

Why did you just listen to Cui Zhi's idiot's advice?

I have to fight some kind of poem.

I'm not a literati in the first place, so why bother.

Taking it directly from the guards, although it will damage some face, is harmless, and it is better than the current dilemma.

You must know that according to the posture that the prince of Yan Wang wanted to admit his mistake just now.

If you can't get it right on your side, you can't cover Su Xiu's poems, and this hairy boy will inevitably force himself to admit his mistakes.

That's when it's a loss of face.

On the side, Cui Zhi, who heard His Royal Highness the Prince's question, also complained bitterly.

Now I regret it in my heart, why did I come out to be this bird, I just lifted a stone and shot myself in the foot.

The poem of the prince of Yan Wang, he pondered for a long time below, and he had a flash of inspiration, and he occasionally got something.

Otherwise, how dare you come out and show off.

It's good now, the two ends are not people, and if they can't do it, King Ning will definitely not let himself go.

But to make it...... I don't have the ability to do it myself!

For a while, we had to urge Hua Zhizhi to talk about him left and right.