Xiahua is very angry.

But Wu Qian didn't notice it, he was very happy at this moment.

"I think the second emperor brother is very insightful!"

"But... these words are limited to you knowing, so don't spread them."

"After all, they are all teenagers, and their nature is not too mature, so they cannot be proud... It is still a long way to let them understand the future!"

"But I am willing to reward those who are capable and capable."

"Little Guizi,"

Xiao Guizi knelt down with a thud: "Your Highness, my servant is here!"

"Xuanai Hedong, Pu Qianmo, Tai Zhaohua, Wenshan... Nine people climbed Wenhui Tower. I want to see the style of our Wu students!"

"Slaves obey the order!"

Xiao Guizi climbed up and ran down quickly.

Wu Qian raised the nine poems in his hand again, "These nine people should be recorded in the Ministry of Personnel."

"When Gu Nianxi and Gu Daru returned with the masterpieces of Yuejian Academy, the Imperial College will review it again. After deciding the first three, the Ministry of Personnel will record the case and review it for this palace."

The Minister of Personnel, Hong Yanqing, who was sitting below, quickly stood up and bowed: "My minister, respect the prince's order!"

"Well, talent, this palace needs a lot of talent!"

"You are all important officials in the court. In addition to handling state affairs, you also shoulder the responsibility of recommending talents to the court!"

"The talents mentioned in this palace are not limited to students who read well. There are so many talented people in the world. They are either hidden in the market or in the mountains and forests."

"I may be good at divination, or arithmetic, or have a good understanding of military strategies, or understand the principles of the law. All of these things are considered to be talents!"

"You can boldly recommend it to me. Those who have obtained this palace approval... will use it very much!"

"I have a broad mind and will not bury their talents."

At this moment, Xiao Guizi brought nine students to the third floor of Wenhui Building.

Wu Qian didn't say anything more. He was filled with a generous smile and his eyes swept across the faces of the nine students one by one.

Nine students walked down their heads and led by Xiao Guizi to Wu Qian. They knelt down respectfully and shouted in unison:

"The villain greets the prince!"

Wu Qian took two steps forward, and he helped the nine students up one by one in the eyes of the ministers with great affection.

"All of them are my young talents from Da Wu!"

"Get up, get up, give you a seat, give you wine!"

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

These nine students were so excited!

Even Ai Hedong, who has always admired Li Chenan, is no exception-

This is the first time they have met the crown prince of Wu!

This crown prince will ascend the throne to the emperor next fall!

They were extremely nervous at first, but they did not expect that the crown prince was so generous and kind!

In the future, he will inevitably become a wise ruler of the Wu Kingdom!

Being able to become an official under such a wise ruler should be able to realize their ideals and ambitions in their hearts and make great achievements!

They sat in front of the short table with a regular look, and looked at Wu Qian with a hot look.

Wu Qian was very satisfied.

Because even the ministers looked at him with praise.

Even those old people who were not very polite to me were no exception at this time.

"I have read your poems carefully."

"There are two great scholars here, so many civil and military ministers, and the second emperor of this palace, Prince An. Everyone recognizes your poems very much."

"In my opinion, even if the poet from Ningguo is not dead, even if he comes in person, he will probably be like this if he says this Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Even if his teacher Li Xiaofeng came here in person... I can't write a flower."

Wu Qian's original intention was to praise these nine students first, make them full of fighting spirit and confidence, and then hit them, so that they can avoid arrogance and impetuousness and know that learning is endless.

In this way, it can not only show his expectations, but also make these nine students and even the civil and military ministers here look at him with admiration and even devote themselves to him.

But he never expected that his two words ignited the fire of Xia Hua, who was already feeling uncomfortable!

Xia Hua suddenly stood up and interrupted Wu Qian's words to say again!

"Your Highness, I think that if Li Chenan is still alive, there will be no such thing as these poems and articles!"

"He is a poetic immortal! I don't believe that his poems can be surpassed by them!"

"I don't believe that their poems can be comparable to Mr. Li!"

As soon as Xia Hua said this, the audience suddenly became silent.

Wu Qian swallowed the words he said.

Xia Hua's father Xia Liu, who was sitting below, felt his heart in his throat for the moment.

Eunuch Wei, who was standing behind, raised his head and looked at Xia Hua's back.

Xia Hua took another step forward, "Although I have never seen the poems they made, I happen to have a poem I made first!"

"Just last night!"

"It's also full moon, and it's written just the Mid-Autumn Festival!"

Xia Hua took out a piece of paper from her arms and glanced across everyone.

Three of the nine students raised their heads and looked at Xia Hua at this moment, with anger not showing their eyes, but expectation.

Some of the civil and military ministers actually looked at Xia Hua, and their expressions were a little complicated.

Wu Huan almost jumped up at this moment.

He knew that since it was Li Xiaofeng's poem, it must be a saying that shocked the world!

But he retracted his gaze toward Xia Hua and even lowered his head slightly to hide his excitement.

Wu Qian narrowed his eyes slightly, but smiled again:

"Oh... I know that you worshiped a gentleman, but I don't know that Mr. Li actually wrote a Mid-Autumn Festival poem last night!"

"Since that's the case, how about giving this word to me?"

Wu Qian wanted to take this poem away, but wanted to stop Xia Hua from making this poem public.

However, Xia Hua didn't seem to understand what he meant.

Xia Hua actually spoke again:

"I am a warrior and don't understand the twists and turns in the temple."

"In Tianyin Pavilion, the master taught me to be at your disposal so that I can attain the great way!"

"I can't calm down at this moment, so please savor my husband's Mid-Autumn Festival poem!"

"This lyrics are called "Water Tiao Ge Tou, When Will the Bright Moon Come?"

Wu Qian took a deep breath and looked at Xia Hua deeply.

Xia Hua’s master is the head of Tianyin Pavilion, the current emperor’s real sister, and his sister-in-law Wu Qian!

This little sister-in-law left Kyoto in her early years and went to Tianyin Pavilion to learn martial arts.

The father is very good to this sister-in-law, which is also the main reason why the royal family has been very good with Tianyin Pavilion over the years.

My sister-in-law has a story.

The father’s kindness to his sister-in-law is said to be due to the guilt in his heart.

Xia Hua is the close disciple of her sister-in-law and the eldest daughter of Duke Xia’s mansion...

What kind of lyrics did he make?

Just in front of everyone, Xia Hua spoke:

"Mr. raised his glass to invite the moon last night. He drank a pot of wine and recited this poem, which took only ten breaths!"

"I thought this word would write about Mid-Autumn Festival!"

Xia Hua's face turned solemn, her slender neck raised, and she recited this poem-

“When will the bright moon come?

Ask the sky with wine.

Don't know the palace in the sky,
To be continued...