"Brother, fourth brother, I am not good at martial arts, but I am good at writing. I have heard two famous sayings from my eldest brother: First, if you are an official and do not make decisions for the people, it is better to go home and sell sweet potatoes! Although it is a bit rough, it was used by my father to warn officials everywhere,
It’s also a rare good word!”
"This is what I heard from the ministers. It is said that my eldest brother once said: We are born from the same roots, so there is no need to rush into each other's poems. The fourth brother really admires it and hopes that eldest brother can give me some advice."
"Shiro!"
When Empress Ruoyun saw this, she thought it was okay. Her son was really ignorant to openly provoke the murderous eldest prince.
"Hey Ruoyun, it's rare for the children to be happy, let them be."
Ximen Potian, an emperor who liked to watch his children fight, liked seeing this scene very much.
By the way, let’s get to know my eldest son thoroughly, who often comes up with wise words.
He had also heard the sentence: We are born from the same roots, so there is no need to rush into each other.
At that time, Ximen Hao was going to Donglin City to escape Ximen Guang's suppression, and he really responded to the situation.
"Haha~ Fourth brother, do you know the meaning of this poem?" Ximen Hao said with a smile.
"certainly!"
Ximen Wen glanced at Ximen Guang, and his meaning couldn't be simpler.
"Hahaha! Well, since the fourth brother is so studious, let me tell you all about this poem! However, if someone is unhappy, you can't blame me."
Ximen Hao said, and glanced at Ximen Guang, whose mouth twitched.
Then he stood up, reached out and pinched two green beans, and threw them into a pot of steaming soup.
Others looked at it curiously, even Ximen Potian's eyes widened, and he thought to himself: It is said that his son became out of character after he woke up. Is it true?
After Ximen Hao threw in two green beans, he picked up a chopstick, stirred them together, and shamelessly began to copy the verses of his predecessors.
Boil the beans to burn the bean sprouts, and drain the black soybeans to make the juice.
The beetles are burning under the cauldron, the beans are weeping in the cauldron,
They are born from the same roots, so there is no need to rush into mutual conflict!
"brush!"
As the word 'urgent' landed, two green beans flew out of Ximen Hao's chopsticks.
Then the chopsticks caught the wind and hit a green bean.
And the green bean flew out instantly and hit another one.
"Crack!"
One green bean shattered, while the other paused in the air for a moment, and then Ximen Hao opened his mouth, spat it out with a burst of energy, and then sucked it into his stomach.
Everyone who saw this scene was stunned. Which song did Ximen Hao sing?
"Haha~ Fourth brother, of the two beans, one was broken and the other was eaten by me. Tell me, who is this broken bean?"
Ximen Hao looked at the wide-eyed Ximen Wen and couldn't help but smile, but his smile was a little contemptuous.
This is not contempt for Ximen Wen, but for Ximen Guang, it is really unethical for him to allow a child to be used as a gun!
Everyone also understood these lines of poetry, and with Ximen Hao's last words, they all looked at Ximen Guang at the same time.
Ximen Guang clenched his fists. Unexpectedly, he asked Ximen Wen to test Ximen Hao and give him a blow, but it hit him in the face. He couldn't fight back!
"Haha~ Dalang, are you also complaining that I put two beans in a pot and boiled them?"
Ximen PoTian broke the embarrassment.
"I don't dare. The so-called survival of the fittest, I understand this law."
Ximen Hao saluted, his tone was neither humble nor overbearing, and he was really pretending to be an invisible coward.
Ximen Potian raised his eyebrows, he liked his son more and more, he was simply a good material to be an emperor!
"Haha~ Since Dalang is so good at writing, why not come up with another one?"
The queen looked at Ximen Hao with a smile, wanting to see if he was really talented in literature or if he was just pretending!
Because these poems are all rumored.
"Yes! Brother, can you play another song?"
Ximen Wen's attitude changed 180 degrees at this time, and he looked at Ximen Hao with admiration!
He is just a child, he doesn't have many twists and turns, and he is good at writing. Of course he admires people with literary talent.
Ximen Hao glanced at everyone, and then looked at Ximen Wen, still looking through the poems in his mind, preparing to find a poem by a senior to copy.
Suddenly, he saw a few grains of rice falling in front of Ximen Wen's rice bowl, and he couldn't help but smile.
He walked over, picked up the rice on the table with chopsticks, and put it in the other person's bowl.
"..."
Everyone was confused. This guy had just made beans, and now he had rice grains. How could he compete with grains?
It’s noon on the day of hoeing,
Sweat drips into the soil.
Who knew that Chinese food would be served on a plate?
Every grain of grain is hard work.
"Fourth brother, food is the first priority for the people, and the people are the first priority for the country. This food is the foundation of a country. You must not waste it or eat it."
"good!"
"Bang!"
Ximen Potian slammed the table, startling everyone, and even the palace maids and eunuchs nearby fell to their knees.
"What a good person, food is the first priority, and the country is based on the people! What a good person, who knows how hard it is to get every meal on the plate! My son Dalang! What a literary talent! He is considerate of all people and has such a big heart!"
"..."
Quiet, the Yushan Palace fell into an eerie silence. The only sounds that could be heard were Ximen Guang's clenched fists and his extremely ugly face.
"Brother, the fourth brother has learned a lesson! As a brother, you can also be a teacher! The fourth brother admires you!"
Ximen Wen bowed to Ximen Hao, which was truly a sign of sincerity and admiration.
"Wow! Brother is so annoying!"
The eleven or twelve-year-old Ximen Yun looked at Ximen Hao with admiration. Although she was a little confused, she understood the emperor's words of "good" very well.
Ximen Shuang also looked at the other person in surprise. Is this still the trash he knew? This~ is simply a genius!
The few short sentences just now are not only poetic, but also the way to govern the country! This is simply divine!
"Haha~ Father Miao praised it, but it was just said casually and not worth mentioning."
Although Ximen Hao was being modest, he still took out the folding fan, opened it, and started fanning slowly.
"Hahaha! My son, sit down quickly. I will listen to your poem and interpret your meaning. I am very happy!"
Ximen Potian no longer cares about other people's feelings and loves his eldest son to the extreme!
He even almost couldn't help but take out the Tiandu Ling and gave it directly to the other party.
"Thank you, Father."
Ximen Hao bowed slightly and sat back.
"Martial Saint!"
"The slave is here!"
Wu Sheng trotted to Ximen Potian's side.
"Quick! Write down Dalang's poem just now! There is also the sentence: Food is the most important thing for the people, and the people are the most important thing for the country! Distribute it and let all the officials see it! Let them all treat our people of Qingguo well.
Save even more!”
This is the second time, this is the second time that officials have been asked to display Ximen Hao’s words of wisdom.
Invisibly, Ximen Hao's tall figure will linger in the minds of Qingguo officials.
Ximen Hao smiled, very vaguely, but also very proud.
The queen's expression looked like she had just eaten a fly, while Ximen Guang had the urge to cry.
This shit is like shooting yourself in the foot!
At this moment, a system prompt sounded in Ximen Hao's head.