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

at this time.

At the entrance of the poetry hall, the eyes of those ten novelists were as big as bull's eyes, without blinking.

What happened in the hall, without adaptation, is the most attractive and exciting story!

They all thought of the name of the story!

That is "The Stories the King of Huangzhou and the Celebrities in the South of the Yangtze River Have to Tell in order to Compete for Beauty".

The name is enough!

At this time.

Zang Liu's hand finally stopped on a certain page.

The eyes of everyone in the poetry hall lit up.

Got it!

really.

Zang Liu's clear eyes swept across the hall, remembering everyone's appearance in his heart, and then he said loudly: "The peony in front of the court is invincible, and the flower in Chishang is pure and ruthless."

After reading these two sentences, Zhang Sheng showed a triumphant smile on his face.

Confucian scholars from the two states clenched their fists and whispered, "I won!"

"In the poetry book of the king of Huangzhou, there is no poem about peonies!"

Because, the two poems don't even mention the name of peony, which means: the peony in front of the court is enchanting and gorgeous, but its style is not high, and the lotus in the pool is elegant and clean but lacks charm.

Does this have anything to do with peonies?

It has nothing to do with half a tael of silver!

at this time.

The four principals let out a long sigh of relief!

In this round, Zhang Sheng's reputation can be barely saved!

Zang Liu continued to read, and said loudly: "Only the peony is really beautiful, and the flowers move the heavens when they bloom."

Shock!

As soon as these two sentences came out, the sky was shocked!

"boom......"

The souls of Confucian scholars in the two states were shaken.

One by one murmured in despair: "Only peonies are truly beautiful, and when they bloom, they move the heavens... they move the heavens!"

Tang Qingzhu's eyes brightened.

Followed by.

He lost his mind again and said: "Why?"

"The dean has written peony poems, and the sum of them is not as good as this one!"

He forcefully explained: "In the garden of heaven, peonies are enchanting and gorgeous, but not high in style. The lotus in the pool is elegant and clean but lacks charm. Only peony is the king of thousands of flowers in the kingdom of flowers. It is the real national flower that can overwhelm the crowd.”

"Only when it is in full bloom, can the gods in the heavens come out to admire it and praise its beauty!"

The last three characters of the poem "moving the capital" were changed to "moving the heaven" by Xia Tian.

The height of this poem is from the world to the heaven.

People who appreciate peonies change from mortals to gods.

the other side.

Tang Qingzhu was fascinated by this peony poem, and then thought of Du Yue'er: "Patriarch Du, the beauty poem just written by the king of Huangzhou praises you for your beauty, overwhelming the country and the city, just like a fairy."

"In the heart of the king of Huangzhou, you are a beautiful fairy like no other in the world!"

"Peony is the family emblem of your Du family, and it is a fairy flower in the heart of the King of Huangzhou!"

"It can be seen from this that the king of Huangzhou has deep-rooted affection for you, loves the house and the crow, and when he misses you, he not only writes a beauty poem for you, but also writes this eternal masterpiece for your family's peony emblem!"

"The meanings of these two poems are in the same line, reflect each other, and together...they are all for you!"

Tang Qingzhu's explanation is reasonable and logical, and there is nothing far-fetched in it.

After Zang Liu heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched violently a few times, and he felt a chill down his spine.

He secretly said in his heart: "My lord, you wrote the poem yourself, and you just recited it according to Tibetan Liu. There was nothing wrong at first, and everything went smoothly as you planned."

"But, beside Du Yue'er, there is a Tang Qingzhu who can't comprehend poetry!"

"So, if Du Yue'er has thoughts about you...Zang Liu really can't control it!"

"Also, Princess Sima... If this woman comes to seize the throne in the future, you must not trouble Zang Liu!"

The more Zang Liu thought about it, the colder his spine became!

at this time.

Du Yue'er's heart trembled again after being explained by Tang Qingzhu, as if provoked by a thunderbolt, she felt a little numb!

She bit her red lips with white teeth, her watery eyes were intoxicating, and she murmured: "Really?"

Did the king of Huangzhou really write these two poems for her?

Is this a spring dream that cannot see the truth?

King of Huangzhou, what exactly do you want to do to me?

Du Yue'er's heart is even more chaotic!

"Hey......"

Simultaneously.

The expressions of Confucian scholars in the two states changed drastically!

impossible!

This is impossible!

Are all the works written by the king of Huangzhou the best songs of all ages?

Are they all such incomparable peers?

They are frustrated!

at this time.

Zhang Sheng was even more frustrated!

His face was like a dyeing workshop, red, blue, and white were all dyed on his face, making his face extremely ugly.

This time, he didn't even have the strength to say anything!

Compared with this peony poem, the poem in his stomach is simply vulgar, how can he export it?

Besides admitting defeat, is there another way for him to go?

This time.

The soul poet Li Fei didn't bother anymore, but comforted him intimately: "Brother Zhang Sheng, it doesn't matter if you lose, I still have money to lend you!"

"Don't be overwhelmed!"

"Hey......"

Zhang Sheng felt even more unwilling, sighed quietly, and handed over the remaining 500 taels of silver: "I lost again!"

"However, Zhang Sheng is only the person with the weakest poetic talent in the Qingzhou and Yangzhou literary circles. My defeat does not mean the defeat of celebrities in the two states!"

Done.

He bowed to the Confucian scholars in the two prefectures around him and said, "Everyone, Mr. Zhang has little talent and little learning, and he is embarrassing to the literary circles in Qingzhou and Yangzhou!"

"I hope that you can earn your face back and let this envoy of the barren state go back and tell the king of the barren state...my two states are full of heroes, and he can't humiliate him."

Zhang Sheng was not reconciled, and his words were full of provocations, wanting to fight the fire.

As he wishes!

"boom......"

The hearts of Confucian scholars from the two states were aroused, burning away the frustration just now.

They once again said passionately: "Continue to fight!"

"Continue to fight!"

"We still don't believe it anymore, we can't win an envoy of the king of Huangzhou holding a poem book."

A Confucian student from Yangzhou jumped out: "I'll do it!"

"Humph......"

Zang Liu asked lightly: "What is the title of the poem?"

"Yong Zhu, you go first!"

"Stay firm on the green hills and not let go, the roots are originally in the broken rocks. Thousands of blows are still strong, let the east, west, north, south wind wind."

Another eternal swan song!

This poem uses bamboo to chant Qi Festival, with a lofty realm.

Confucian scholars in Yangzhou-defeated!

The anger of Confucian scholars in the two states that had just risen up was extinguished by this poem as a scoop of ice water.

No one, dare to jump out again!

The four principals in the south of the Yangtze River did not dare!

They looked at the "Three Hundred Poems of the Prince" in Zang Liu's hands, their eyes were hot, as if there was a treasure inside.

The poetic talent of the king of Huangzhou is simply astounding!

At this time.

Zang Liu smiled faintly, bowed in all directions and said, "Originally, I came here to seek talents on behalf of my prince."

"But the prince is right, literati look down on each other, if you can't defeat you in terms of poetic talent you are proud of...you will not listen to this general seriously."

"My prince said, if you want to listen to his poems, I have them here. Please listen carefully."

Zang Liu read aloud: "Looking at the sword while drunk, dreaming of returning to the company of blowing horns. Eight hundred miles of fire under the command, fifty strings turning outside the fortress, autumn soldiers on the battlefield."

As soon as this poem came out, a killing spirit pierced the hearts of all Confucian scholars like a sharp arrow.

Another eternal swan song.

"The luminous cup of grape wine, if you want to drink the pipa, call it immediately. Jun Moxiao, who is drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times?"

Another eternal swan song.

In front of these peerless sons of all ages, no one dares to write poems to stand shoulder to shoulder.

Shock!

The audience was shocked!

The eyes of the ten novelists lit up, and they recorded frantically.

These poems will resound throughout Kyushu.

at last.

Tang Qingzhu got up and interrupted the Tibetan Six-Nian Poetry: "Stop reading it!"

"The king of Huangzhou must be a poet born in the mortal world!"

"The poems he wrote are really amazing!"

"And the King of Huangzhou asked the noble envoy to come here not only to recruit talents, but also the deep meaning, I also understand!"

The corners of Zang Liu's mouth twitched.

just now.

What he fears most is that Tang Qingzhu misunderstands his prince's poems!

Tang Qingzhu really thought about it.

Zang Liu wants to scream!

He asked helplessly: "Dean Tang, tell me, what's the point of my prince asking me to come here?"