"Your Majesty, this couplet is neat and it is an excellent couplet. Today is the New Year's Eve, so I am not limited to guessing riddles."
But there is still stupidity. Han Qi has already clapped his hands and applauded, this...who is this? He is not stupid enough to force himself into the couplet.
"This is a riddle."
"Just guessing?"
I don’t know if I really understand now. According to Zhao Xi’s understanding, when facing colleagues, if you are stupid and don’t know, once you are done, you should hide your face and leave...
"Xi'er is an unprecedented talent in our clan. He is still young, so it is inevitable to have such wrong intentions. Xi'er, how can you weaken the culture of our royal family? The mystery can be raised again..."
Let me go! Zhao Xi is very hurt. He is already like this, and there is still someone to foil the one who should hide his face and go away.
Who is this? Give me back my clan?
"Xi'er, this is your uncle, the Secretary of Zongzheng Temple, and the King of Runan."
I understand... not many people can guess the answer to Zhao Xi's riddle. Now that someone has mentioned the couplet, all those who can't guess the answer hope that it is a couplet. Even if they don't think so, then King Runan is like this
One more sentence and it becomes a couplet!
Good! Excellent! Zhao Xi really doesn’t know whether to admire King Runan’s intelligence or his stupidity. Those who can’t guess the answer really think this is a couplet.
As they are both princes, no one needs to mention their elders and younger ones. It is obvious. Zhao Xi is not a prince or an emperor yet. Considering his elders and younger ones or his clan, Zhao Xi really cannot stand up to him in this situation.
"Riddles are riddles. Since Uncle Zong admires Xiao Wang so much, he doesn't dare to give in."
Zhao Xi saluted politely, but when he said these words, some of the gentlemen around him had their mouths twitching, and some had their eyes glistening. Old Du Yan just nodded...
"Morning... Just this word, please guess a common saying."
"Officials, princes, and colleagues, it's getting late. It's time to present our poems over the years. Don't miss this beautiful moment."
When Zhao Xi told the mystery, Han Qi didn't applaud him this time. Instead, there was a big shift...
"Of course, Uncle Yong and Uncle Tong, you two are masters of poetry and prose. I'm afraid you already have great works in mind to cope with this good time and beautiful scene."
Zhao Xi is so depressed!
The most depressing thing for a person is when you curse someone and they don't understand, or when you take out a knife, someone comes to break up the fight.
Originally, Zhao Xi was planning to have some fun with the sweet-talking King of Runan, but when Han Qi and Du Yan interfered... he was completely put off. Not to mention whether there was still a chance to fight, even his emotions were extinguished.
It is normal for officials to be kicked back by their princes, not to mention the two princes.
The confused people continued to be confused, while the clear people looked at the two princes from left to right. The younger ones still had unfulfilled desires, while the older ones were at a loss.
There is no need to watch this drama...
Xingcan real lamp connects nine cities
Fragrant water flows through thousands of gates
E seems to follow people's wishes
Liu Shihua, half dusk before the moon
No one cooperated with Zhao Xi in his secret warfare, but some people cooperated with Han Qi in his innocent moaning poems.
As soon as Han Qi and Du Yan made the proposal, old man Yan Shu had already spoken.
Zhao Xi glanced at his cousin, King Runan... He seemed quite unconvinced, but he stopped obediently.
Zhao Xi seems to have memorized this poem in a notebook, but he can't quite remember who wrote it. He didn't expect it to be Yan Shu. In Zhao Xi's impression, it seemed that Yan Shu was better at playing with words.
Zhao Xi finally saw what the Wenhua of the Song Dynasty was... Then it was as if Yan Shu was really asking for advice. No matter whether he could be ranked in the ranking or not, he did not hesitate to show his talent. He wrote poems and essays one after another as if he picked them up at his fingertips.
Never stopped.
On Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day
When the moon reaches the top of the willow tree, people meet after dusk
On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same
Missing the person from last year, my spring shirt sleeves are wet with tears
Ouyang Xiu's eternal poem finally appeared, and Zhao Xi also saw the moment when these eight people personally composed the poem.
But he felt something was obviously wrong... He remembered that when he was studying this article, the teacher was explaining the love between young men and women, which seemed to be a small emotion of not being able to see each other after a year. And now...
Zhao Xi clearly saw the resentful look in Ouyang Xiu's eyes at his father.
The implementation of the New Deal has reached this point, because the implementation of the new accounting method has hit the intricate nodes of Shilin, making the New Deal difficult to move forward.
At the same time, he, the emperor's father, is not a firm-minded person at all. More and more suggestions have made him shaken by the New Deal in his heart.
Perhaps Ouyang Xiu is predicting the next year, and it is also his attachment to his New Deal comrades. The so-called love between young men and women... is not nonsense.
Apart from the bitterness of Fan Zhongyan, Han Qi, Fu Bi and others, who else understands the mutual sympathy between them?
Let's just think of it as sentimentality, so that it won't disturb the festive atmosphere.
There are always people who are dissatisfied with such a harmonious atmosphere between monarch and ministers, and always want to establish their presence before disturbing the atmosphere.
"The official family has always admired Xi'er's poetic talent. With such a beautiful scenery on such a beautiful day, our royal family cannot weaken the power of Wenhua. Xi'er, I propose that you honor my family by presenting your masterpiece on this New Year's Eve night.
Show the culture and splendor of my clan."
Damn you, uncle! Zhao Xi really wanted to catch this old man and slap him across the face with his bow left and right.
What kind of clan honor? What kind of clan culture? Don’t you see who are the people here? They are all elites. They are all elites who have passed the imperial examination and fought out from thousands of troops!
You actually let a four or five-year-old baby represent the honor of the royal family? Do you really not care about the honor of the clan, or are you letting me take the blame?
Zhao Xi was really annoyed.
King Runan's old and hoarse voice suddenly made the scene cool down.
Zhao Xi looked over...someone was avoiding his sight.
That's it! It seems that someone told King Runan and told him the answer to the mystery.
Is it useful? It’s long ago... I’ve cut the grass without eradicating the roots. I’m not talking about you against me, but I’m talking about those bastards you sent.
Zhao Xi suddenly became more motivated...
"Poetry expresses ambitions, and lyrics express emotions. Today, the joy of reciting poetry on the New Year's Eve is mainly for fun. If Prince E has some poems, he can let your colleagues appreciate them. Mo Yan's literary reputation is beyond mention."
Yes! After Han Qi said this, Zhao Xi had to lose his fighting spirit.
He also felt that nothing could be achieved in the fight. The prince's words were high-sounding, and he could not cross his legs and scold his mother.
But if I really rest like this, no matter what my husband-in-law thinks, if Shilin talks about it again, my talent will probably be compromised.
Wearing dazzling clothes and makeup
Children are noisy with lights on Sixth Street
What should I do with a long gown?
Also in the laughter of tourists
Zhao Xi searched his mind and finally found a poem that suited the occasion and was particularly suitable for his feelings at this time.
Since I am a baby, I definitely want to run on the street and play among the lights like other children.
The body cannot reach it, but the heart longs for it.
"good very good!"
It's Lao Han again! You're saying "Excellent"?
Zhao Xi was also surprised. Although he was once a young man who could not afford books and copied many famous poems, he never thought that he would still remember them so freshly after so many years.