While Zhao Xi was still hesitating, a child had already put down his pen.
Fu Bi glanced at Han Qi... His eyes were still closed, but the corners of his mouth were no longer twitching and his eyelids were stable. He seemed to have accepted his fate.
What a lot of trouble! This Puwang...
Zhao Xi finally started writing, and Sun Fu's heart seemed to be tightening even more tightly.
Several red clouds are about to fly... Zhao Xi wrote the first sentence.
Sun Fu's soul returned all at once, and he felt as if he had eaten ice dew on a hot day, feeling refreshed all over his body.
He is not good at poetry, which does not mean that he does not understand appreciation. From the first sentence written by Zhao Xi, he already knew what Zhao Xi had been saying: It doesn't matter...
With a hint of resentment towards Chunhui, Zhao Xi wrote the second sentence.
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Xi did not pause anymore and wrote the last two sentences together: Donghuang knows how much rain and dew there are, and the wind gave him scarlet last night.
Several red clouds want to fly,
It contains fragrance and expresses resentment towards Chunhui.
How much do you know about Donghuang’s rain and dew?
Last night, the wind gave me blush.
Zhao Xi searched his mind and finally found a poem about peonies in his memory. He remembered that it was from the Ming Dynasty, and he changed the original poem to make it more suitable for today's scene and provide some reference.
Maybe the Zhao family really has artistic genes. Whether it is the later generations or the current Zhao Xi, even though he is only three years old, his handwriting is still as beautiful.
Sun Fu didn't know what his expression was at this time. If there was a bronze mirror, he would really like to take a look.
The change was too sudden. He knew that he was already in his destiny, but he was still shocked by this change, and he was even more shocked by Zhao Xi's poem.
"gentlemen……"
"Rixi, very good! Yes!"
Sun Fu didn't even know how to express his emotions. When Zhao Xi asked about the poem like other children, he simply said five words!
Ouyang Xiu browsed through the copied poems, but he couldn't see any of them looking at peonies from a child's perspective.
After reading one article, he threw it to Yan Shu, not wanting to comment at all, as it was meaningless. He could even match some of the poems to the people present.
There are no banquets once or twice. Ouyang Xiu knows who has what style.
Yan Shu was an examiner, and many of the roll calls here were signed by him. It is difficult to change a person's writing style after he becomes an adult.
This so-called Tongying Banquet was actually aimed at Sun Fu, an honest man, and Prince E, an uninformed child.
It's done!
Taking turns to look... Jia Changchao nodded, while Fu Bi and Han Qi looked helpless. Fan Zhongyan didn't even bother to look.
Regardless of whether it is from a child's perspective or not, no one can make a false judgment on the quality of the poems.
At this time, Sun Fu had already copied Zhao Xi's poem. He put the two characters after Zhao Rixi a little close together at the signature... He did this on purpose. He felt that it would be appropriate for the prince to inscribe this poem with his real name.
“What a poem!”
When Ouyang Xiu took the poem that Sun Fu handed over to copy, he couldn't help but admire it.
Han Qi suddenly opened his eyes and leaned over... Hehe! Han Qi pursed his lips and pointed at Jia Changchao.
"Xianggong Yan, Xianggong Jia, you can read this poem. Uncle Yong thinks he is the leader."
"Uncle Tong seconded the proposal!"
With just one glance, Yan Shu could make a conclusion. It is true that the words and words in this poem are all works of the upper class, using objects to describe people and situations.
"Sun Mingfu, this is a banquet for Tong Ying. Why did you do this?"
Jia Changchao was not a mediocre person, he naturally knew the quality of poetry.
All the poems prepared by Prince Pu in the early stage were written by him. They were for children. Jia Changchao screened the poems he had prepared and only retained the acceptable ones. Although there were some eye-catching ones, he screened them out.
After all, I don’t want to look too ugly.
"Xiangong Jia, Ming Fu specializes in classics and meanings. Have you ever heard that Ming Fu had a famous poem? This poem is the current work of his disciple Zhao... Rixi. I would like to ask Mr. Jia to judge."
Does the thief call for catching the thief? Everyone can see that the only new person in this scene is the prince, who is also a boss after all, and he is so unclear about right and wrong.
Even Han Qi thought it was Sun Fu's doing. Only Fu Bi looked at Zhao Xi in shock...how evil is this Prince E?
"Do you want to do it now? Haha. Zi Ming seconded this as the leader."
Although unwilling, Jia Changchao was helpless.
Zhao Xi has been paying attention here. He can see and hear every expression, including words.
In particular, Jia Changchao's "haha" sentence made him feel particularly harsh.
It's your uncle! You don't believe it, right? I'll let you see it again.
"Sir, the student has other feelings, I wonder if..."
Zhao Xi approached and ignored all the husbands except Sun Fu alone.
Since it was all pretending, he also needed to pretend that he only knew Sun Fu.
How could Sun Fu know what to do about this matter? He was a scholar and could only look at Fu Bi.
"Served with pen and ink!"
Ouyang Xiu ignored Jia Changchao's face. He wanted to know how Prince E felt...
…
At this time, Zhao Zhen was simply sitting in a daze, his mind being stirred into a paste by King Pu, and Zhao Xi's face flashed from time to time, mixed in and out.
A person who is most afraid of trouble, but he never stops having trouble.
Queen Cao has been thinking about how to make Xi'er recognized by the scholars after this incident.
The succession of the great unification will not change. The key is that an emperor who is not recognized by the scholars will inevitably fall into a battle between the court and the emperor.
She could understand that Zhao Xi was not as easy to compromise as her own man, he should have a stubborn and determined temperament.
"Back to the official house, the prince won the first prize in poetry!"
The chamberlain's tone was louder this time. Their status determined their stance. In a sense, they were the slaves of the Zhao family, or a family.
"What did you say?"
"Back at the official residence, the prince's poems won the first prize, which was recognized by Xianggong Ouyang and Xianggong Yan."
Zhao Zhen was stunned, this... I have never seen Xi'er reciting poetry before, and this and that?
"Are the poems ghostwritten?"
"Back at the official house, Mr. Sun said that he was not good at poetry and prose, so he wrote something new for the prince."
"Where's the verse?"
The chamberlain handed over the poems he had prepared...
This is... such a poem that is timely and suitable for the occasion, it cannot be prepared.
"Is it too..."
"Guan family, I think this should be the case!"
He can pretend not to know about the rain and dew in Donghuang and blame Chunhui for not paying attention to it, but Xi'er can tell him: the wind has already given him scarlet.
"Back at the official house, Jia Xiang questioned the prince's new work. The prince had other feelings. A new work is being released at this time!"
"Go and find out quickly!"
It doesn't matter, Xi'er is still a child. Even if he makes rude remarks, his father will bear the burden for him.
Don't be kind to the rain and ride the wind
Let’s share mountain flowers as accompaniment
Even if you take a bath in the pavilion for five hours
Maybe all spring will be gone
No problem! This poem is purely about the process of peony from budding, blooming to withering. But who is the fool in Zishan Hall now?
When Zhao Xi finished writing the poem, the expressions on the faces of everyone in Zishan Hall were wonderful.
"Xiwen thinks this is a better one, Uncle Yong, Uncle Tong, what do you think?"
Fan Zhongyan wanted to laugh! The boss was so dignified, he designed a child like this, but the child directly threw him back and slapped him in the face.
This feeling is so wonderful. If it were a thousand years later, Fan Zhongyan would definitely shout: It feels so good!
"Uncle Yong seconded the suggestion, this should be the case."
Ouyang Xiu paid no attention to Yan Shu, a good old man, and simply agreed, not forgetting to look at Jia Changchao's face that was already darkened by twitching.