A poem by Ziwei came out gently, but it attracted everyone's attention. There was so surprise in their eyes, especially Sun Yang, who had a long mouth that could swallow a mouthful.

It's incredible.

At the age of six, it is the time for ordinary children to have fun, but I didn't expect to pay attention to people's livelihood.

Everyone is talking about it, these dignitaries and dignitaries have been born with a golden spoon since they were children, and they have always been clothes to stretch out their hands and turn over their mouths to live, a group of out-and-out gentlemen.

They couldn't help but look at Zi Heng and Zi Feng unintentionally, after all, such a thing could only be aimed at the two of them.

If you want one to live, it will be difficult, but if you want you to die tonight, you will definitely not live to the sky.

Wei stood on the high platform, holding her head high, neither humble nor arrogant, looking at her father and grandfather.

All the sounds were silent, except for the silent magical fireworks that blinded the eyes of the people, who were all waiting.

Zi Heng spoke for a long time: "The poem of my grandson Ziwei made me and his father reflect for a long time, what are we waging war for? I only know that sometimes wars are just my personal grudges, not just at all, but inhumane. ”

"My grandson Ziwei has been studying in the Imperial Library since he was three years old, and he is only six years old, and he can sympathize with the people's livelihood from the book, which makes me and my father very embarrassed and makes the town very happy, there are such descendants to inherit my great cause, and the town and his father will be very proud. Therefore, from today onwards, as long as other countries do not provoke fierce fighting, the Zi family will definitely not send troops. At least this promise is unshakable in the three generations of me, my son Zifeng, and my grandson Ziwei. If there is a violator, the nine clans will be punished. Everyone knelt down and said: The city lord Bixia Shengming, the young lord is wise, may the young lord perform the ceremony crown as soon as possible, in order to inherit the great cause of the millennium. Ziheng looked at Ziwei, and Ziwei nodded and smiled. deliberately lowered his voice and said: Zhong Aiqing is flat, and Yu will go all out to bring Tianxing City to a new level. Ziheng deliberately left this opportunity to Ziwei, so that he could cultivate his own domineering spirit now. Ziwen was by his side, although he didn't know what to think in his heart, but he didn't dare to think about it, this celestial star has been passed down to this day, no one can shake it, and no one dares to shake it, those who were once shaken, even the Zi family, are all destroyed. Ziwen arched his hand and said: I don't know that my brother is eloquent, and my brother was born a few years early, but he looked ashamed in front of his brother. Ziwei said: Why did the imperial brother say this, the imperial brother still has many outstanding points, and he still has to ask for advice. A white figure gently floated over from the crowd, and walked straight to Ziwei and said: The little woman Nanwei has admired the young master's name for a long time, and when she saw it today, it was really extraordinary. The little woman has a song to offer, and I hope the young master will smile and accept it. Nanwei is beautiful by nature, with long black hair and delicate and perfect facial features painted with light makeup, two big watery eyes on the delicate Joan nose, and deep bangs covering the thin eyebrows on the right side. Dressed in plain clothes with beautiful black hair, the perfect black and white match interprets a different country and city, looking back and smiling for eternity. Although Ziwei has seen many beautiful women in the palace, Ziwei's evaluation is that this woman is very beautiful. Everyone was talking, and Ziwei heard from their words that this Nanwei family was still not small, because the position she did was relatively high, no matter what her intentions were, what she thought was clear in her heart. The melodious sound of the piano accompanied by the sound of Nanwei resounded in the square in front of the main hall again, sometimes like flowing water, sometimes like cicadas, sometimes like birds, and the echo of endless valleys. The words are sad and desolate. Looking at the bright moon alone, he hesitated. I don't know what sorrow is, but I don't have a taste in my heart. I miss your beauty, but you make me sad. Looking back, your beauty brings tears to my eyes. A glass of wine that left me drunk alone. Ziwei said: "Brother Sanhuang, such an elegant mirror, why don't you write a few more poems." Ziwen said with a smile: Since my brother appreciates it so much, the imperial brother will not return to his life. The melodious sound of the piano was accompanied by the faint moonlight, Ziwen walked down the steps, the folding fan was gently closed, and a poem came out like this: Zeng Yixiang. Thinking people sit alone on the head of the stars, and the bright moon does not shine on Kyushu. I don't know where I am thinking about people now, and I am worried about leaving people. Throughout the ages, the wild geese have passed, and the tide rises and falls in the morning and evening. It's not that you are worried about people, but you can only use wine to worry about your heart. After listening to it, everyone was very hazy, and they didn't understand the artistic conception of it, Ziwen said: This is a hazy poem, which needs to be carefully figured out. Listen to his artistic conception and enjoy the perfect shijie brought by the soul. Ziwei was secretly surprised, her imperial brother was much higher in poetry and writing, and the first talent of Tianxing was really not boasting, Ziwei said: The imperial brother is like this, how can my brother not accompany him. The holy light of the stars covers Kyushu, and the people have nothing to worry about. The annual royal banquet is not sad for the happiness of the prosperous world. Everyone was surprised again, they had just written about sympathy for the people, and now they had written about the emperor's grace and shining on Kyushu, and even Zi Heng was speechless. But Zi Heng still smiled happily, he saw too much magic from this grandson of his own. You know so much at a young age. Whether it is haode on the side or not, it can be written implicitly. It's rare. With a voice from under the main hall: the tribute has arrived. A row of gorgeously dressed palace maids walked up with plates, golden spoons, silver bowls, jade plates, and luminous cups. Every piece taken out is worth a lot of money, and it is used in batches in the palace, and the people of those big clans can only sigh secretly. After Nanwei's performance, he returned to Ziwei and bent down in front of Ziwei and said: The little girl is only a shallow learner, and she doesn't know melodious sounds. The little girl retired. With a gentle salute, Nanwei returned to his position, and did not forget to take a deep look at Ziwei, that look contained a variety of meanings, and ordinary people could see it. Ziwei and Ziwen Zhan also returned to their positions. The golden spoon was placed in a silver bowl, and the bowl contained ten miles of fragrant soup, which was also unique to the royal family, and could not be eaten from the roots in other places. And the jade plate is full of freshly picked rare and exotic fruits, verdant and dripping, which makes people love it and can't swallow it. Inside the delicate glow-in-the-dark glass, there are hundreds of years of fine wine. At this time of year, the young master comes forward, and of course, Ziwei is no exception, which is the qualification of the imperial grandson of the in-law. Everyone also knows that they are waiting. Ziwei stood up in the gaze of everyone, raised her wine glass and saluted Ziheng Dao: The emperor and grandson wish the emperor's grandfather the same life as heaven and earth, the same Geng with the sun and the moon, and eternal life for thousands of years. At this time, everyone stood up in response and toasted in unison: City Lord Bixia Shengming. After everyone has bowed, sit down and enjoy this rare meal. Ziwen seemed to have an endless charm, and said to Ziwei: "Brother, why don't we make a song, how about it?" Everyone looked at Ziwen with another look, how much literary talent can this big child have, it would be good if he could write it, and he still had to write. Everyone saw each other's thoughts in their eyes. Wei was stunned for a moment, and then reacted: Since the imperial brother said so, how can I say anything. Ziwen Dao: Pen and ink waiting. A group of eunuchs brought up two tables, on which were placed pen, ink, paper, and inkstones. With the faint moonlight and the gorgeous magic fireworks, Ziwen picked up the fox quills and wrote on the paper in just a moment, the dragon flew and the phoenix danced, so wonderful. Look at Ziwei again, holding a brush in her hand, but she hasn't done it for a long time. Ziwei knew that she had earned enough face for her father tonight, and he was out of the limelight. He is in the royal family, and he is not afraid of those so-called common sense. Ziwen's poem has been written, and the paper is raised, and the faint moonlight can reflect Ziwen's peerless talent. The dream of the endless years is empty, and the grass is withering and reflecting the red dust. When I go to the place where I enjoy the flowers, I love to think about the old people. After hearing this, everyone applauded loudly, but they didn't expect that such a young person could write such a poem, which would have a great impact on future politics. Ziwen Dao: Brother, it's your turn. Ziwei smiled lightly, the brush was in her hand, and she took three steps gently, looking at the bright moonlight, Ziwei remembered what she had been. Easy to get old and red-faced people are haggard, and they are the most beautiful people in the flow of water. Since ancient times, I love the sky the most. hateful God is not beautiful, and I don't know the most true feelings in the world. Xiang Xiaoyu sighed to herself, remembering that she had sobbed in a low voice. The night is getting deeper, the moonlight is still bright, according to everyone, according to everyone so far (to be continued) to ask for clicks, ask for recommendations.