As soon as he heard his words, Liu Shutong, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but secretly give Zhao Yong a thumbs up. In this way, no matter whether they win or lose the poem, they can take the opportunity to push off the matter of teaching the prince to study.

It is good to win, and the prince can explain it to His Majesty in person, and they don't need to come forward themselves.

If they really lose, they can also use this as an excuse to say that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is outstanding in learning, and he is far better than them, and the two of them have no face to be a teacher for the prince anymore.

Although it is not a glorious thing to lose to a well-known idiot in Kyoto, it is much better than telling him to study while giving him a horse to ride in the future.

"Okay, it's up to you, if Lone loses, Lone will personally go and explain to his father, and let his father find another mentor for Lone. ”

Chu Mo got up suddenly, came to Zhao Yong, looked directly at the other party, and asked coldly, "If Gu is lucky enough to win the two adults, then what?"

"If His Highness wins, it means that His Highness's literary style has surpassed the two of us. Then the two of us will personally go to your majesty to ask for your resignation, and let your majesty find another mentor for your highness, so as not to delay your highness's talent. ”

Chu Mo shook his head, patted Zhao Yong's chest, and sneered: "You are really an old fox!

"Then what does Your Highness think?" Zhao Yong asked with an eyebrow.

Chu Mo suddenly waved his hand, pointed outside, and snorted coldly: "If Gu wins the two adults today, then bother the two adults to each hold a big sail, on which to mention Gu today's poems, and walk through the twelve streets of Kyoto." ”

"Lord Zhao thinks twice......"

Liu Shutong was a little surprised.

Chu Mo is so confident, maybe he really dreamed of an amazing poem!

Zhao Yong sneered and replied: "Brother Liu, don't be frightened by this idiot's pretentious appearance, do you think he can really make any poems? Even if he dreams, I may not be able to dream of it!"

Then, Zhao Yong pushed Liu Shutong aside and said to Chu Mo: "Just according to what His Highness said." ”

"Okay, refreshing. Chu Mo smiled faintly and shouted to Sandezi beside him, "Sandezi, immediately serve with pen and ink, a stick of incense within a limited time, Lone and the two adults should each compose a poem, and they will fight it out!"

"Whoa!"

Sandezi responded, and hurriedly ran down to send someone to bring the seat, as well as pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Chu Mo and the three of them each stood in front of a square table and began to scold the writer, while Li Jin and Xue Xue waited on the side.

And the palace maids and eunuchs of the Prince's Mansion, when they heard that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was going to fight poems with the Guozi Priest Wine and the Wenyuan Pavilion college students, immediately gathered outside the hall to see this rare and interesting event.

A stick of incense passed in a blink of an eye, and all three of them stopped writing.

Looking at the smiles on the faces of Zhao Liu and the others, they obviously looked like they were winning.

"The time has come, please Your Highness and the two adults each show their own poems!" Sandezi shouted at the top of his voice.

Chu Mo originally wanted to leave his poems at the end and then show them up, giving them a big reversal.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yong took the first step and said: "Your Highness has a noble status, please show your highness your masterpiece first, right?"

Chu Mo didn't bother to care about this order with him anymore, waved his hand, and motioned for Li Jin to read it.

"Some time ago, I went to the countryside in a dream, and saw that there was hunger on the road, and the people were working hard, and it was difficult to harvest food, so I wrote this poem with a thought. ”

"This poem is called "Compassion for Nong", let Gonggong Li read it to everyone!"

Li Jin saluted respectfully, cleared his throat, and was about to read it out loud.

But suddenly, he froze in place, and his eyes slowly widened.

"This ......"

The crowd didn't know why.

When Zhao Liu and the others saw Li Jin's appearance, they both thought that Chu Mo was writing too poorly, and they were embarrassed to read it, so they glanced at each other and smiled sarcastically.

"Father-in-law Li, what's the matter, could it be that the prince's poem is written so well that Gonggong Li is shocked?"

"That is, if it's really that good, why don't Gonggong Li read it out loud and let me enjoy it together?"

Zhao Liu and the others laughed.

The sneer on Chu Mo's face became thicker and thicker, and he glanced at Li Jin: "Gonggong Li, don't be shocked, read it." ”

"Yes...... Yes!"

Li Jin came back to his senses, held back the shock in his heart, and glanced at Zhao Liu and the others, "Two adults, listen well!"

Then the whole poem was read aloud.

"At noon on hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil. ”

"Who knows that Chinese food on the plate is hard work!"

After reading it, Li Jin held the poem and walked around the hall, first showing it to the palace maids and eunuchs outside the hall, and finally walked in front of Zhao Yong and Liu Shutong.

I saw a poem written on the paper, which was Chu Mo's "Compassion for Nong", and the handwriting was strong and powerful, the pen walked the dragon and snake, without decades of hard work, I am afraid that I will not be able to practice this style.

This poem can also be interpreted as an explosion of inspiration, but words require hard work over time to be effective.

And just now, Zhao Liu and the others did not find that someone ghostwrote for Chu Mo, which also shows that no matter whether this poem was written by him or not, the words on it are definitely from him!

"At noon on hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil. Who knows that Chinese food is hard work!"

Li Jin held up the poem and read it aloud several times.

At this moment, he can be said to be more energetic than Chu Mo.

If it weren't for the fact that after His Highness woke up from a coma, he seemed to be a different person, he couldn't believe that this poem was actually written by His Highness!

Although the text of this poem is straightforward, the emotion is extremely profound and simple, which is completely consistent with the frugality advocated by His Majesty the Emperor of Chu!

If Your Majesty hears this poem, I don't know how happy it will be!

"On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil...... Who knows that Chinese food is hard work!"

At this moment, Zhao Yong and Liu Shu were silently reciting the poem written by Chu Mo over and over again, and they were shocked for a while, and they directly sat on the chair behind them, frightened and without a master.

Outside the hall, the palace maids and eunuchs who came to watch the poems were even more dumbfounded.

Someone, even has tears streaming down their cheeks.

They have limited literacy, but they can also hear what the poem is trying to say.

One of the poems "Compassion for Peasants" by the Tang Dynasty poet Li Shen is to express the poverty and bitterness of ordinary people, and the other is to judge that the taxes and miscellaneous taxes are too heavy, and the meaning is too obvious, so Chu Mo does not dare to use it indiscriminately.

If this is not done well, it will not be shown, but it will fall into the hands of others, saying that the prince is now writing poems and openly slandering the court taxes too heavy, making the people miserable, then he is really lifting a stone to shoot himself in the foot.

Fortunately, in this first compassionate nong, it can still be borrowed, but Bi + only talked about the hard work of the poor people and the hard-won food on the plate.

These eunuchs and palace maids in the prince's mansion are basically children from poor families, if they are not so poor that they have no food to eat, who would be willing to send their children to the palace as eunuchs and palace maids?

It's okay to cut off children and grandchildren, but if there is a mistake in waiting, it will be a matter of losing your head.

Therefore, after hearing this poem, these eunuchs and palace maids will have such feelings.

I didn't expect His Royal Highness the Prince, who was high up and could only play and enjoy all day long, could also experience the bitterness of these poor people.

After a long time, Zhao Yongcai's face was ugly: "It's a good poem, and it can really be called a famous sentence through the ages." It's just ......"

He looked at Chu Mo with a hint of suspicion and asked, "Your Royal Highness the Prince, is this poem really written by you?"

The prince has been a fool for more than ten years, and suddenly wrote a good hand, not to mention, but also wrote such a masterpiece of the ages in a stick of incense, no wonder Zhao Yong and Liu Shu were suspicious.

Chu Mo secretly rejoiced in his heart, fortunately he majored in history in his last life, and he was also a liberal arts student.

Naturally, I am also proficient in these ancient poems, as for the hand-held calligraphy, I have practiced from childhood to adulthood, but I didn't expect to change my body, and this basic skill is still there.

Hearing Zhao Yong's questioning Chu Mo's poems, he didn't know when he rushed to the hall to join in the lively snowfall, so he strode over directly, raised his fist and scolded him: "I see that you two are old and dizzy, so many pairs of eyes just now, it was not written by the prince, could it be that you bad old man wrote it?"

Chu Mo looked embarrassed, pulled the snowfall, and explained to her: "Lord Zhao didn't say that this word was not written by Lone, but he suspected that this poem written by Lone was copied from other places. ”

"Uh...... Oh yes......"

Only then did the snow figure it out, his face turned red, and he stuck out his tongue.