Tang Dynasty good father-in-law

Chapter 531 Supporters, crushing
After everyone got the topic, someone brought up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone soon.

It's just interesting that no one started to write, but there was some hesitation, even if some people thought of something.

But seeing that the people around him didn't move, I didn't dare to take any action. After all, if I didn't write a good poem, wouldn't it be shameful?

And Li Shimin on the high platform looked at the many officials, although his face changed, but he still murmured in his heart.

Did it go a little too far this time? Although it was Yafu who was going to embarrass him, these ministers were just incidental.

However, if it gets out, there must be some officials who can't hold back their face.

But when he saw a pair of calm eyes, the emperor naturally became firm again soon.

On the other hand, Empress Changsun couldn't help shaking her head when she saw this scene. She thought that His Majesty was asking for trouble.

Perhaps those who have never been in contact with Yafu don't know that Yafu's talent in poetry is extraordinary.

It is not normal and can be estimated at all. Maybe this Majesty had some unbelief before and wanted to try again.

But Empress Changsun has a lot of confidence in Yafu, even in the topic of missing his dead wife.

"Your Majesty, this time you will be disappointed."

Empress Changsun thought silently in her heart, on the surface she was still calm, but she looked at Chang Le beside her tenderly.

Unknowingly, Changle has grown to the same age as she was back then.

At that time, their father had just passed away, and their elder brother drove them out. Fortunately, there was Yafu.

The current Changle is undoubtedly lucky, but unfortunately, this luck can't last long, and the words two years ago also make this empress unforgettable.

If it was before that Chang Le married into the eldest grandson's family, then there must be no objection.

It's a pity that now, Empress Changsun doesn't want it to be at the cost of her daughter's life.

"Teacher, you have thoughts."

The God of the High Platform seems to have begun to write, but Du Ruhui couldn't help but ask the teacher beside him.

"Keming, there is no certainty in everything, and there are some things that must be sure. It's just doing your best."

Facing the words of this disciple, Shu An said quietly, even though he had already made up his mind in his heart, he still didn't have much confidence on the surface.

Of course, life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills, Shu An doesn't mind being black-bellied occasionally.

"Teacher, Keming has been taught."

Du Ruhui said with a worried look on his face, because if the teacher's poems are too bad, then his reputation will inevitably be reduced.

However, he felt that the meaning in the words was very reasonable. If he didn't try it, how would he know if it would work or not.

A trace of emotion flashed deep in Shu An's eyes, but he did not deceive this disciple.

After thinking of this, Shu An didn't hesitate too much, and started to write.

No need to think too much about it, Li Shimin must have started preparations a few days ago, and what topic to draw out is probably decided.

But if you want to compare with him, then I'm afraid there is no comparison.

The interesting thing is that at the end of the high platform and below the high platform, the two figures of writing have attracted the attention of the audience.

"Did Anxuan come up with poems so quickly?"

"Even if you figure it out, it's still too difficult to beat His Majesty."

"If it weren't for the name of Duke Anxuan, we must not have the slightest hope for him."

The voice of whispered discussion resounded among many ministers, even those generals were also concerned.

If you know the origin of military generals, this kind of dinner is more like a wine competition for them, or to see if His Majesty will let them compete in martial arts.

It's a pity that this banquet was destined to be unusual from the very beginning, and the arrival of An Xuangong can be said to have disrupted the order of the entire dinner.

And these actions of His Majesty made them even more astonished, but for the generals, it was more about watching the show.

Of course, there are generals who are curious about An Xuangong, and some people don't like Shu An, such as Zhang Liang before.

"Unfortunately, His Majesty may not be able to compete this time."

Cheng Yaojin couldn't help but sighed and said, as if he had expected something.

"Zhijie, are you optimistic about Duke Anxuan?"

On the other hand, Qin Qiong's eyes lighted up slightly and he said, between His Majesty and Duke An Xuan, it was obvious that he also favored the latter.

After all, no matter it was Huaiyu's factors, or An Xuangong's health-preserving scriptures, they all helped him a lot.

It's a pity that An Xuangong usually has nothing to do, and if he needs his help, even if An Xuangong doesn't know about it, Qin Qiong will never forget it.

The general at the side also looked at the two of them, wanting to know what reason Cheng Yaojin could say.

"Have you ever seen Duke Anxuan suffer a loss?"

"What Your Majesty has now is basically obtained from Duke Anxuan."

"Of course it's more appropriate to put it another way."

Cheng Yaojin took a sip of his wine, narrowed his eyes half-closed his voice, but it was all about ordering.

With his ten guts, he didn't dare to criticize this majesty, but the generals around him suddenly realized.

They still know that it is more appropriate for His Majesty's properties to be given by An Xuangong.

And Duke Anxuan didn't give it to him, and he didn't see that His Majesty could get enough of it. That is to say, His Majesty never got cheap from Duke Anxuan.

Also, Duke Anxuan was not one of those people who made a name for themselves. Shu An, who had already proved himself countless times, also had quite a few admirers.

There was no one around the emperor to check, even the empress changsun would not say anything.

On the contrary, Shu An's side was different, because there were many people gathered around, and after Shu An's first sentence fell, someone read it instantly.

"Jinse has fifty strings for no reason."

"One spin and one pillar thinks about the year."

Just at the first moment, everyone realized that this is a poignant poem.

The qin originally had 25 strings, and each string represents a past yearning.

The same two words were also passed into Li Shimin's ears on the high platform. At this time, the emperor's face was already a little stiff.

And the most important thing is that the brush in his hand can't help but stagnate a little. These two sentences alone are enough to judge the level of a poem.

"Zhuang Zhouxiao is a fan of butterflies."

"Wangdi Chunxin entrusts the cuckoo."

However, when the crowd's murmurs followed, Li Shimin's hands suddenly stopped, and with a movement of force, the brush destroyed the entire paper in an instant.

At this time, the emperor's complexion was as dark as the ink beside him, so he didn't need to think too much about it. He already knew that he had lost this time, and there was no suspense in losing.

(End of this chapter)