Xiao Shilian insisted on biting it. The proud expressions of Chen Shujian and the others made him very unhappy, but there was nothing he could do. Following Xiao Mohe and moving to Huaibei, Xiao Shilian had fewer opportunities to study, and the poems he wrote were not even as good as before.
Suddenly someone tapped him on the shoulder. Xiao Shilian turned around suddenly. At some point, Li Xingchen turned around and walked in the direction of Shen Jungao. He heard his companion say loudly: "Ming Gong, I haven't written yet."
Shen Jungao smiled and nodded. Although he didn't know the origin of this young man, he was still seen by Shen Jungao just now when he helped Xiao Shilian and Pei Zilie pass the second level. What's more, this is also related to Xu Ling and Princess Ningyuan.
The gambling made Shen Jungao have expectations for this young man.
"I just said that they haven't lost yet." Princess Ningyuan, who was standing next to Xu Ling, snorted and said. Her eyes drifted back and forth on the poems that had been written. It was obvious that she was very interested in Li Xingchen.
I still don’t have confidence, so I’m still thinking about whether to destroy all these poems.
Seemingly aware that His Highness Ningyuan was more arrogant, Xu Ling just smiled and shook his head. Among the many poems, Xu Deyan's poems were of course the most outstanding. As the grandson trained by Xu Ling himself, Xu Deyan would certainly not give it to the Xu family who passed down poems and books.
It's shameful, even if those two princes were both taught by famous teachers, there is definitely still a gap between them and those taught by Xu Ling himself like Xu Deyan.
Although Xu Deyan made it clear that he did not want to participate in the competition for the crown, the excellence of his poems could not be concealed. No matter how much Princess Ningyuan cheated, Xu Ling won.
Unless... Xu Ling slowly turned his head to look at Li Xingchen, who was dipping his pen in ink, unless this guy could make a big splash.
Hearing the sound of footsteps beside him, Xu Ling hurriedly raised his hand: "Your Highness."
Princess Lechang said in a deep voice: "Ming Gong, there is no need to be polite."
"His Royal Highness just went to the front of the venue?" Xu Ling's eyes fell on the surrounding poems again.
"You can't teach a child!" Princess Lechang snorted, "These two brothers of my palace are really not afraid of causing trouble."
Xu Ling picked up his pen and wrote down a comment, and said in a deep voice: "Your Highnesses are young and energetic, so... it is reasonable."
"But in this world now..." Princess Lechang lowered her voice, "It's unreasonable!"
The pen shook slightly and almost came out of his hand. Xu Ling immediately tightened his strength and held the penholder: "Normally, His Highness would not be able to say these words. I guess it is what His Majesty said."
"Yes." Princess Lechang put her white and slender fingers on the table, tapping gently intentionally or unintentionally. She made no attempt to hide the worry and uneasiness in her heart, "I can't hide it from Mr. Ming."
Xu Ling slowly put down his pen. As expected, Princess Lechang made a special trip to the poetry meeting this time, not simply to appreciate the poems. There was more or less His Majesty's intention behind it.
Obviously, the heartfelt words he said to His Majesty before had touched His Majesty's heartstrings to some extent. Chen Xu was obviously curious enough about Xu Ling's attitude and what his son was like in front of and behind others now.
Princess Lechang, who has always been smart, is really a good choice to complete the mission.
Your Majesty originally had the ambition to overthrow Chen Bozong and unify the world, but in the end he had a headache for a group of troublemaking sons. Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite. As an evergreen tree in the court, Xu Ling would not care if it were anyone else.
, but this is a difficulty for His Majesty, and this difficulty is ultimately related to the future of the entire Dachen, so Xu Ling has to be concerned.
"That's all, I can guess a little bit about His Majesty's thoughts." Xu Ling said in a deep voice, "Your Highness must have seen today's scene. These two princes and His Highnesses have not even had titles. That's it. Who are the others?
There is no need for me to say more about my appearance. As things have come to this, I can only ask Your Highness to tell His Majesty what I have said."
Princess Lechang looked serious: "Why don't you tell your father clearly?"
"Some words may be said in front of His Majesty, but His Majesty may not be able to hear them. It may be better if His Majesty finds a way to relay them." Xu Ling said lightly, "Please also tell Your Majesty that the snipe and the clam are the next best thing.
Be careful of people who help the tyrants to do evil, because some people will end up benefiting from it."
Trembling slightly, Princess Lechang whispered: "I would like to be taught."
Even if Xu Ling was in his capacity, it would be difficult to say this directly to Chen Xu. After all, the danger of national subjugation should not be something a minister should worry about when the country is stable. No wonder Xu Ling insisted on letting Princess Lechang relay it.
Xu Ling took a breath and looked up at the young people not far away.
The fisherman has benefited, but he just doesn’t know who this fisherman is?
"Does Duke Ming know this man who is writing poems?" Suddenly remembering something, Princess Lechang's eyes turned to Li Xingchen.
"Oh?" Xu Ling raised his head and glanced at Li Xingchen who was busy writing. "I don't know him. I just heard that he is an aide to Zuowei General Xiao Yuanyin."
Princess Lechang nodded slightly: "This person is quite interesting."
Xu Ling frowned slightly, and just as he was about to speak, Li Xingchen in front of him had already put down his pen and solemnly raised his hand to Shen Jungao. All he heard was Shen Jungao shouting: "What a poem!"
The last stick of incense reached its end point at this time. When the wind blew, the last strand of incense drifted away with the wind. The incense burnt to ashes could not hold up in the wind and slowly collapsed, turning into part of the thick incense ash in the incense burner.
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Without waiting for the ink to dry, Li Xingchen's poems were hung up.
"Crossing the distance outside Jingmen, I traveled from the Kingdom of Chu. The mountains followed the plains, and the river entered the wilderness." Xiao Shilian was the first to read out, "What a 'river flows into the wilderness'!"
"The flying mirror under the moon, the clouds forming sea towers. I still pity the water of my hometown, and send my boat sailing thousands of miles away." Pei Zilie read while slowly turning his head. Chen Shujian, who was standing next to him, turned pale.
The poem written in such a eloquent way hangs there, the fragrance of ink is still there, and the words are also quite unrestrained. The bold and broad emotions can be seen in the lines of the words. The whole poem is expressed with the scenery of sea and sky.
The feeling of homesickness is still and dynamic, and the momentum is broad. It is definitely a good work. In comparison, Xu Deyan's poem seems a bit petty.
After all, the sound of birds singing is incomparable to the sound of the sea and sky.
"It's embarrassing." Li Xingchen showed a smile.
This is a poem by the poet Li Bai, and he wrote it eloquently in the Liu style that he learned in his previous life. In this era, it is still acceptable.
It's a pity that if I had known this day, I should have paid more attention when practicing Liu Ti. Now I can only read the characters, which does not match the level of poetry.
"Shizhong, I didn't expect you to have such a skill, why were you so humble before?!" Xiao Shilian said in surprise. After this poem came out, the rest became eclipsed. Today, the crown is determined.
"Who did you...learn from?" At this moment, Xu Ling's cold voice sounded, interrupting the lively discussion among the young people.