Waste prince: Why do you force me to be emperor?

at this time.

Tibetan Six was the focus of the audience.

Even Li Fei is looking forward to it!

Prince, what kind of beauty poem will you make?

Zang Liu, calm and composed, began to read "Three Hundred Poems of the Prince", turning from the first page backwards!

This action, at first glance, is unfamiliar with this book of poems.

"Hey......"

Tang Qingzhu shook his head and drank a cup of wine: "This time, the king of the barren state will be defeated when he comes to fight poetry. We Yangzhou and Qingzhou won without martial arts!"

Du Yue'er blinked her beautiful eyes, and asked humbly: "The battle of poetry has not yet begun, why did Director Tang say that?"

Tang Qingzhu pointed to Zang Liu, who was carefully flipping through the poems: "Look, the poems in the hands of the envoy of the king of Huangzhou are named randomly and have no poetic meaning!"

"If the cover is like this, then the poems in the book should be more casual!"

"Agree!"

Beside, the three principals all nodded, their faces couldn't hide their pride, they stroked the three strands of green beard on their chin, and said arrogantly: "It's the victory without martial arts! The victory is without martial arts!"

This scene made it look like Zhang Sheng had already won the poetry competition.

Du Yue'er tentatively asked: "Dean Tang, is there any reason why the envoy of the king of Huangzhou must be defeated?"

Tang Qingzhu felt like showing off, and said as if teaching his disciples: "If a poet wants to make good poems, he needs heaven, earth, and human karma to have a sudden flash of inspiration, to export poems, and to write top-notch poems. "

"What is a good poem?"

"Deep conception, ingenious conception, beautiful image, true emotion, high artistic conception, new language and skillful technique."

"One is indispensable!"

"This time, Zhang Sheng wrote the question to praise your beauty!"

"If I don't see you, how would the king of Huangzhou know your beauty?"

"Perhaps, the king of the barren state didn't even know that there was a beautiful woman from the south of the Yangtze River, Du Yue'er. How could there be your shadow in the poems he wrote before?"

"Every beauty in the world has its own beauty!"

"It is rumored that Sima Lan, Princess of Huangzhou, is as beautiful as an orchid in the valley."

"As for your beauty, you are like the family emblem of the Du family, a peony flower that is so beautiful in the world."

"Therefore, if the king of Huangzhou once wrote a poem praising Sima Lan, an orchid in the empty valley, it would be very inappropriate to apply it to you!"

"So, the envoy from the barren state translated it, and it is also a poem that must be defeated."

Zhu Mei, Xu Nan, and Wen Qu nodded in agreement.

Wenqu added: "Poems can be composed of chanting aspirations, chanting things, chanting scenes, chanting events, etc. The scenery, characters, and objects you see are different, and the things that happen are different, and the poetic mood you make is also different."

"Master Du, please look at the poetry book in the hands of the envoy of the barren state. It is indicated that there are only [-] poems. That is to say, even if the king of barren state is a poet, the poems he made are different, but they cannot cover everything in the world. .”

"Too restrictive!"

"Dou Shi, if the poem is not right, you will definitely lose!

Du Yue'er, who loves poetry, also understands these truths!

However, the understanding is not as deep as the four principals in the south of the Yangtze River.

After listening to the analysis of the four deans of Jiangnan.

Confucian scholars from both states laughed!

The envoy of the king of the barren state is doomed.

Du Yue'er said thoughtfully: "Yue'er understands!"

in fact.

She hoped that the envoy of the king of the barren state would be defeated.

Because, as long as her convoy enters the barren state, it will be directly opposite the king of the barren state.

Because, the army in the [-] Mountains is not only an army to resist the invasion of the Sirius army, but also an army to kill the king of the barren state.

If she succeeds in killing the King of Huangzhou, she, Du Yue'er, will be an accomplice.

at this time.

Li Fei cursed secretly in his heart: "Old man, shameless!"

However, he is not worried that Tibet Liu will lose.

Because, his prince is a saint.

How can a mortal escape from the palm of a saint?

at this time.

Zhang Sheng was ecstatic in his heart, and said disdainfully: "The envoy of the king of Huangzhou, if the king of Huangzhou has never written a beauty poem, you can just admit defeat!"

"Anyway, if you read it as it is, it won't match Patriarch Du's beauty!"

Zhang Sheng stroked his mustache arrogantly: "If I can lose in the hands of me who is famous all over the world, the king of Huangzhou is not wronged to lose!"

"Correct!"

"Admit defeat!"

Confucian scholars from the two prefectures booed: "Admit defeat!"

"Admit defeat!"

"Admit defeat!"

"recognize......"

At this time.

Zang Liu's hand stopped, a smile appeared on his cold face, he raised his head and said, "I found it!"

The Confucian scholars in Liangzhou swallowed the word "lose" back abruptly.

All choked back into the trachea.

then.

"Cough cough cough..."

There was a lot of coughing in the hall of the poetry club.

Confucian scholars from Liangzhou were choked with red faces, red ears, red necks, and saliva splashing from coughing.

Doorway.

The ten novelists read it very interestingly, they had stories in their eyes, and they wrote with spirit.

at last.

The Confucian scholars stopped coughing.

Only then did Zang Liu calmly say: "Now, I want to read the beauty poem written by the prince!"

"You listen up!"

Zhang Sheng has been waiting impatiently: "Quickly read!"

"Anyway, your lord has already lost, so it's over after reading!"

Zang Liu was noncommittal, and chanted loudly: "There are beauties in the south, who are peerless and independent."

Immediately, the entire hall of the poetry club was silent.

Belle from the South?

Undoubtedly, the beautiful woman in the poem should be Du Yueer, a beauty in the south of the Yangtze River.

The four principals have the deepest research on poetry.

Therefore, they were the most shocked.

Tang Qingzhu's eyes burst into light, and he murmured: "There is a beauty in the south, her appearance is unparalleled in the world, her heart is extraordinary and refined, she is not like a mortal woman, so no woman is worthy of being her confidant, so she is beautiful and independent. .”

When Tang Qingzhu said this, he seemed to ask casually: "Master Du has not yet married at the age of eighteen, is it because he can't find a confidant?"

Du Yue'er nodded seriously: "Yes!"

Her heart was turbulent because of the beauty in the south in the poem.

Because Sima Lan was born in the north, the king of Huangzhou definitely did not write this poem for her.

She is a belle of the South!

She is a beautiful woman with a little pride!

She is a self-reliant and independent beauty!

This poem almost missed her Du Yueer's name!

Du Yue'er, who loves poetry, took her seat.

just.

The king of Huangzhou who has never met before, what is he thinking about her?

a time.

Du Yue'er thought too deeply, and her heart couldn't help but feel turbulent.

But she didn't know that the original sentence of this poem is: There are beautiful women in the north.

Because this plan is aimed at Du Yueer, a beauty who loves poetry, the beauty in this poem has been changed to a place of birth.

Zang Liu continued to sing: "One look at the city of Qingren, and then look at the country of Qingren."

Even Li Fei, who doesn't understand poetry, couldn't help but say, "Good poetry!"

suddenly.

Tang Qingzhu stood up, rubbing her hands together excitedly and said: "This Jiangnan beauty, as long as she takes a look at the guards, the soldiers will throw away the weapons in their hands, and she would rather lose the city than get hurt. "

"This beauty from the south of the Yangtze River, as long as she looks at the king, the king can go to court every day and be immersed in her beauty until he ignores the state affairs and leads to the destruction of the country. If so, the king is willing."

Tang Qingzhu took a deep look at Du Yue'er, and said seriously: "From the two lines of the poem, it can be seen that the beauty of this Jiangnan beauty in the heart of the King of Huangzhou is unparalleled in the world!"

"Patriarch Du, the king of Huangzhou may have admired you for a long time!"

"Otherwise, he would never be able to write such an unforgettable beauty!"

"Every word in the poem is not beautiful, but every word is beautiful to the extreme!"

"My deep affection for you has also been expressed to the extreme!"

Du Yue'er's pretty face flushed, and there seemed to be something in her watery eyes?

Zang Liu continued to chant calmly: "Ning don't know the beauty of the city and the country? It's hard to get a beautiful woman again."

Tang Qingzhu murmured and repeated: "Ning don't know the beauty of the city and the country? No matter how rare a beautiful woman is!"

"The King of Huangzhou means... for a peerless beauty like Patriarch Du, he can lose the city and the throne, but he must own it!"

"Because, such a Du family master is rare in this world, the only one in the world, and cannot be obtained again."

"If you lose it, you will never have it again!"

Tang Qingzhu said excitedly: "The masterpiece of the ages!"

"This poem is enough to spread the beauty of Patriarch Du through the ages!"

"nice!"

"Thousands of years later, as long as people see and hear this poem, they will fantasize about your beauty and praise your beauty!"

"Unexpectedly, the king of Huangzhou has such deep affection for Patriarch Du!"

"Unexpectedly, Patriarch Du in the poem of the king of Huangzhou is so beautiful!"

Zhu Mei, Xu Nan, and Wen Qu were equally excited.

They raised their wine glasses: "Everyone, this trip is finally not in vain!"

"If you can hear this beautiful poem written by the King of Huangzhou to Patriarch Du, it will make you understand. Have a drink and do it!"

The four principals didn't care whether the Confucian scholars in the two states were embarrassed or not, and directly drank a glass of wine happily.

Finish drinking.

Only then did I realize that they had just sworn that... the king of the barren state would lose.

The four old guys blushed, burning hot.

It's too early to say!

but.

Tang Qingzhu had a thick skin, and after blushing, he said seriously: "Patriarch Du, no wonder you don't marry now!"

"I understand!"

The four principals looked at Du Yue'er seriously with eyes that saw through everything, and said, "You two really have a good understanding!"

"Today's poetry meeting is really interesting!"

"Interesting!"

Du Yue'er didn't think so much before!

However, after the "targeted" explanation by the four principals, she actually felt the deep affection of the king of Huangzhou for her in the poem!

They are two people who don't know each other!

How can there be affection?

It's just too weird!

Her gaze was looking into the void... as if she saw a young man in a royal robe on the highest peak of the Hundred Thousand Mountains in the Barren State, also looking at her.

The boy in the royal robe said to her: "Even if I don't want the throne, and the barren state... I still want you!"

Du Yueer's pretty face blushed for no reason.

The feelings of a girl!

Always poetry!

Du Yueer likes poetry.

Even if it's an absurd poem...you can hear the girl's heart tremble.

She bit her red lips with her white teeth, her big watery eyes flickered, and she murmured incomprehensibly, "The King of Huangzhou..."

At this time.

Zang Liu blinked, but didn't say anything to explain?

If Patriarch Du has any misunderstanding about this poem, let the prince deal with it from now on!

He is only responsible for completing this mission!

then.

Zang Liu looked at the pale Zhang Sheng and asked, "What do you think of the poem my prince wrote for Master Du?"

"You, can you write a poem comparable to it?"

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