Zhu Zi stood for a long time, unable to hold back a word. Finally, he caught a glimpse of a withered grass on the wall that was swaying here and there in the autumn wind, and whispered: "A grass on the wall."
Zhu Bai secretly covered his eyes: Sure enough...
Liu Bowen couldn't help but nodded: "The number of words is correct, and the title is grass."
Wrong is right, it’s just...
Zhu Zi sat down quickly as if he had received an amnesty.
It's Zhu Tan's turn.
Zhu Tan was already panicked, but now she was even more panicked. She stammered: "The wind... the wind blows on both sides."
Five words, still talking about grass, still correct, and it also rhymes.
Liu Bowen suppressed it until his face turned red. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out one word: "Yes."
Zhu Bai almost laughed out loud: My mother, this is called poetry...
Zhu Chun was originally considered the most talented among the young princes. Just now he was gearing up to make some flowers to show off, but now he was at his wits' end. He stood up feebly and said, "What the hell."
Zhu Bai laughed and did the splits, so he simply made trouble to the end. He slapped the table, stood up and said loudly: "Tear off a handful and burn them."
Liu Bowen caught a glimpse of a corner of clothes peeking out of the door, and it was clear that Zhu Yuanzhang was here.
Zhu Bai has done several "big things" recently, and Lao Zhu is very fond of him.
In addition, Lao Zhu has always guarded his shortcomings. If he directly said that his son's poems were nonsense, this old gangster would probably overturn the table.
Liu Bowen could only twitch the corner of his mouth and say: "What a poem! The dialogues are neat and the ideas are novel! It is truly unprecedented. Several princes are still young and can write such quatrains, and their future is boundless."
Zhu Yuanzhang had already cursed in his mind outside the door: What nonsense limerick. A farmer who collects firewood and herds cattle can do better than this.
Fortunately, Liu Bowen, an old cunning guy, said yes.
Lao Zhu walked in with a dark face.
The princes who were covering their mouths and snickering immediately stood up, lowered their heads and lowered their hands, daring not to express their anger.
Liu Bowen also stood up and stepped aside.
Zhu Yuanzhang walked to the podium and sat down, pretending not to know what happened just now, and asked: "What did the boys learn today? You tell me, old man."
Zhu Zi replied in a voice that was quieter than a mosquito: "Writing poetry."
Zhu Yuanzhang: "What poem?"
Zhu Zi: "Poems about flowers and plants."
Zhu Yuanzhang said: "Well, let's do it. I'll listen."
Zhu Zi could only rack his brains and think of one more sentence: "The grass is low in autumn."
Zhu Yuanzhang frowned slightly: "So-so."
Zhu Tan didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore. He held it in for a long time before answering: "The sound of the wind passing by is sad."
Zhu Yuanzhang looked disgusted: "You are so girly."
Zhu Chun hurriedly said: "Wait until spring comes back."
Zhu Yuanzhang said nothing.
Zhu Bai waved his hand and said with great pride: "Let me gallop."
Zhu Yuanzhang raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhu Bai: Although it is not an excellent sentence, it brings back the decadence of the first two sentences. It is much more presentable than the "tear off a handful and burn it" just now.
He snorted without commenting, but asked Liu Bowen: "How long have the princes been learning to compose poetry?"
Liu Bowen replied: "Every first day of the Lunar New Year, I study for three days on the 15th day of the lunar month. It has lasted for more than two years."
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at him with a half-smile but not a smile: "It has been two years, and I have spent a lot of effort, but I have learned like this. My son is too stupid, or Mr. Liu has taught me too well."
Liu Bowen saw that the person who came was not kind, so he knelt down and said, "I didn't teach you well."
Isn't this nonsense?
Who dares to say that Lao Zhu’s son is stupid??!
Then Liu Bowen would have no choice but to admit that he was not good enough.
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded: "Master Liu, you don't have to be so humble. I heard that you are good at recognizing people. Please help me see how my sons look like."
Liu Bowen suddenly panicked: No, this is a life-threatening question.
It is obvious that Liu Bowen can only say the best, but no matter what he says, it is wrong.
If he said that Zhu Yuanzhang's sons were all the best among men.
Zhu Yuanzhang would say: So what you mean is that there is no room for two tigers in one mountain, and they will still fight. Aren't you trying to sow discord between our brothers and our sons?
He wanted to say that only Zhu Biao had the spirit of an emperor, and then the other princes were all princes.
Zhu Yuanzhang would take advantage of the situation and say, in this case, he is not allowed to write a memorial saying that he does not want to be crowned king in the future.
Liu Bowen was worried.
Zhu Bai was even more worried.
Liu Bowen has a white complexion and a yellow beard, and is of medium height. Apart from his starry eyes, there is nothing special about him in appearance.
But no matter how bad the history is, Zhu Bai still knows what kind of immortal figure Liu Bowen is!
Not to mention whether the "Shaobing Song" that predicts fortunes in the next few hundred years was fabricated by later generations, according to official historical records, he was definitely a very smart and smart person.
Zhu Bai has been here for so long and is making trouble every day. It is estimated that Liu Bowen has not had a chance to take a good look at him, so he did not see any clues.
Now Lao Zhu asked Liu Bowen to look carefully at each one.
If Liu Bowen revealed that King Xiang's body was now taken over by a lonely ghost, why wouldn't Zhu Yuanzhang treat him as a monster and have him burned with firewood?!
Zhu Bai's mind was spinning rapidly, thinking about how to get through.
Liu Bowen straightened his clothes and saluted Old Zhu: "You're showing off your ugliness." Then he stood in front of Zhu Biao.
He looked at Zhu Biao for a while, his face gradually became serious, but he said nothing. When he came to Zhu Xiang again, his face became even worse.
Still silent, he came to the third child Zhu Fan again.
Zhu Yuanzhang originally wanted to embarrass Liu Bowen, but now he was upset by Liu Bowen.
Zhu Bai screamed in his heart: No way, no way. Can Liu Bowen really see it?!
Zhu Biao's life was short-lived, and Zhu Biao's son Zhu Yunwen later forced several uncles to death. Naturally, these people did not end well.
That's why Liu Bowen had that expression of hesitation to speak.
How to do how to do?
I will definitely be exposed by him!!
Before Zhu Bai could think of a countermeasure, Liu Bowen had already walked up to Zhu Bai.
Zhu Bai stared at Liu Bowen and thought to himself: You can't see me, you can't see me.
Liu Bowen looked at Zhu Bai with a thoughtful smile in his eyes.
Zhu Bai's heart skipped a beat: Damn, this old man definitely saw it.
His heart was beating wildly, and he kept glancing at the back door, calculating his chances of running to the door and riding his bike out of the palace.
Liu Bowen suddenly rolled his eyes and fell straight down.
Zhu Bai stared at Liu Bowen who was motionless with his eyes closed at his feet, not daring to move: Damn, is this old boy really fainted or dead? Could he be committing suicide?
Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly became furious and slapped the table: "You old guy, don't even think about pretending to be dead! Get up and tell me clearly what you saw."
The prince and other wives were so frightened that they knelt down.
Zhu Bai secretly wiped his cold sweat and let out a long breath: Hush, it's so dangerous.
Zhu Yuanzhang was furious and went crazy to kick Liu Bowen, but Zhu Biao hugged him.
"Come here, drag this old man down here and beat him twenty times, see if he says anything!!"
