Zhao Shuo is seventy-seven in his fifties, and has reigned for thirty-two years since he ascended the throne as emperor at the age of twenty-five.

In thirty-two years, the empire flourished, swept away the accumulated shortcomings and laziness of hundreds of years, and regained its brilliant vitality.

The politics are clear, the people live in peace, the national strength is thriving, and Zhao Shuo himself is known as the Ming monarch in the history of the empire, second only to the founding emperor.

It stands to reason that under such circumstances, as the most powerful man in the empire, Zhao Shuo should not have any more trouble.

But the fact is the opposite, Zhao Shuo is not only distressed, but even irritable to the point of not thinking about asking for tea and dinner.

Because in the last year, every half month to a month, the envoys of the Southern Federation stationed in the imperial capital would ask to enter the palace, and then swear to dedicate the latest poems of the federal literati to him, the emperor.

The attitude is sincere and the words are respectful, but what kind of thoughts he actually has, Zhao Shuo is clear.

However, no matter how peaceful the empire is under his rule, it is still inferior to the Southern Federation in terms of poetry, literature and history.

Inherited from the Pompeii Dynasty's thousand-year-old accumulation and profound heritage, when it comes to literature, it does have a huge advantage that is almost irresistible.

Therefore, Zhao Shuo had a headache and was very irritable, especially looking at the respectful appearance of the federal envoy in front of him, Zhao Shuo had an even more headache and was even more irritable.

What made Zhao Shuo's teeth itch even more was that as the king of a country, he couldn't make a fuss against this federal envoy.

is full of grievances, which is really not enough for outsiders.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, this poem is a young poet of our Federation, Du Huaizhen, who drank under the moon, and he got it by chance. Its poetic conception is ethereal, out of the dust, today I am here to dedicate to Your Majesty, and I hope Your Majesty can like it. ”

The federal envoy stood in the palace of diligence and said with a smile.

Emperor Zhao Shuo looked at the poem that was placed in front of him at this time, and he was full of boredom.

The poem is indeed a good poem, and Zhao Shuo's own appreciation of poetry is still very strong, so it can be seen that this poem describing drinking under the moon is really a rare masterpiece.

But the question is...... A similar masterpiece, in nearly a year, the federal envoy in front of him has brought him more than a dozen songs!

There should be a limit to disgusting people!

Just as Zhao Shuo kept comforting himself in his heart to suppress his anger, the door of the Qinzheng Hall was pushed open from the outside, and then Luan Xiuwen stepped in.

Zhao Ruiliang followed behind Luan Xiuwen, and the guards on duty outside the hall did not continue to stop him.

"Chen Luan Xiuwen, I have seen Your Majesty. ”

"The son has seen his father. ”

The two went straight to the center of the Qinzheng Palace, stood beside the federal envoy, and saluted separately.

Zhao Shuo glanced at Zhao Ruiliang, but ignored him, just beckoned to Luan Xiuwen with a pleasant face: "Luan Aiqing is here, it just so happens that here is the latest work of a federal poet, you can take it and take a look." ”

When the words fell, an old eunuch who was always standing behind Zhao Shuo, without any sense of existence, stepped forward to pick up the poems on Zhao Shuo's imperial case, and then handed the poems to Luan Xiuwen.

Luan Xiuwen hurriedly bowed down and took it with both hands, and carefully looked at the content of the poem.

Just a general browsing, I couldn't help but show a wry smile on my face.

Such a reaction made Zhao Shuo, who originally still had a glimmer of hope, couldn't help but be disappointed again.

"Lord Luan, this is Du Huaizhen, a young poet from this Federation, who drank under the sun and moon on a certain day, where his heart goes, and the work after the poetry flourished, what does Lord Luan think?"

The federal envoy looked at Luan Xiuwen with a smile and asked.

For nearly a year, every time he came to deliver poems, Luan Xiuwen would be summoned to the palace by the emperor, so the two had known each other for a long time.

"A masterpiece, both in terms of words and artistic conception, is impeccable, and Du Huaizhen's talent in poetry can be regarded as the first person of the younger generation of the Federation. ”

Luan Xiuwen said helplessly.

"Oh? ”

Zhao Ruiliang said casually, and then regardless of Luan Xiuwen's reaction, he directly took the poem from Luan Xiuwen's hand.

The envoy of the Federation glanced at Zhao Ruiliang, but did not take Zhao Ruiliang to heart, still looked at Luan Xiuwen and said: "You can't simply say that you are the first person of the younger generation of the Federation, right? ”

Luan Xiuwen's expression stiffened, although he was very reluctant to admit the statement of the federal envoy, but he did not have any confidence to fight back, and he could only fall into silence for a while.

"What the envoy said is a bit absolute, my empire is vast and rich, and there are many strange people among the people, so it is hard to guarantee that there is no one with outstanding talent in poetry. ”

The boasting of the federal envoy made Zhao Shuo a little unhappy, and he said with a smile.

"Your Majesty, if there really is such a person, then why has there not been a single poem that can at least catch the eye for so long?"

The federal envoy asked with a smile.

The attitude is still humble, but the teasing flavor in the tone can be heard as long as you are not deaf.

Zhao Shuo was slightly suffocated, speechless by the federal envoy, and on the surface, he still had to maintain the demeanor of the king of a country, and his heart was really uncomfortable.

The envoy is wrong, if you want to say that there are poems that can be eye-catching, in fact, there are really them. For example, it is also a work of drinking under the moon, and there is a song that can be seen recently, Father, please write it down for Rong Erchen, and give it to the envoy and Lord Luan, as well as your father, you can taste it. ”

After reading the poem brought by the federal envoy, and listening to the boastful words of the federal envoy, Zhao Ruiliang saw that his father was deflated, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"Huh? Are you sure?"

Zhao Shuo raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhao Ruiliang in surprise.

Although most of his energy is spent on dealing with state affairs, Zhao Shuo still pays more attention to his sons on weekdays.

So he knows very well that his sixth son, since he entered the third year of high school more than half a year ago, has spent almost all of his time on the grinding of the joint entrance examination system, and he has no opportunity to contact the outside world at all.

In this case, how can you get a masterpiece of poetry?

"Father, I'm pretty sure. ”

Zhao Ruiliang bowed and said.

"Hehe, since the six princes are so confident, why doesn't Your Majesty let the six princes write down the poems first, and then see together, whether the poems obtained by the six princes are better, or Du Huaizhen's poems?"

The Federal Envoy said with a malicious smile on his face.

Zhao Shuo frowned slightly, but after all, he didn't say more, just beckoned, and the old eunuch began to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone for Zhao Ruiliang.

As Zhao Ruiliang picked up the brush and began to write on rice paper, Luan Xiuwen and the federal envoy came up together.

Zhao Shuo's eyes also looked at the handwriting on the rice paper.