My law is immortal

() "Could it be that I can't even suppress this child?" Wang Juxian frowned, and immediately forgot the poem he had thought up just now, and began to think again.

"Third Prince's poem is really vivid and beautiful, and it can be transformed into a poem in an instant, it is simply unbelievable!"

"The third prince is definitely a genius in the literary world..." One person praised him, and the others all praised him one after another.

Sitting in the pavilion, Liu Zhen tasted the poem for a moment, and was taken aback for a moment, thinking to himself: "Oh? Didn't Taifu Li who taught the third son say that he is not good at reading... When did the third son have such a high attainment in poetry? "

Liu Che, who had become the focus of everyone for a while, was a little nervous at the moment, but after hearing everyone's comments, he became more and more complacent, waved his sleeves, and said proudly: "Well, I just picked up another song on the road. The poem, this poem is called "Hoe Wo"..."

"In the noon of hoeing the grain, sweat drips, sweat drips and the grain falls to the soil..." Liu Che immediately "composed a poem" before anyone else could speak, and continued: "Who knows in the plate...in the plate, in the plate ..."

Because this kid was too proud, he got stuck here again, his face was flushed, and he couldn't help but look for "Fifth Brother" in the crowd. After searching for a long time, he finally saw Li Yi in the corner of the crowd. He blinked hurriedly for help.

"Meal..." Li Yi winked and made a mouth-shape, the other party immediately understood, and opened his mouth to continue: "Who knows that every piece of Chinese food is not bitter!"

"This kid is over..." Li Yi stared, almost sat down on the ground with anger, his face was full of hatred for iron and steel, and his heart was even more annoyed: I taught you for three hours anyway, and you still Didn't remember!

"Good poem, good poem! The third prince's poem is not limited to mediocrity, but it also reveals the meaning of compassion for the peasants. The old monk is very relieved to know the sufferings of the people at a young age..." Before everyone could react, The cassock monk had already opened his mouth to admire.

An old man in a blue robe from one of the six schools of Ci stood up. He had a long gray beard, and his gestures looked like a master in the Ci circle.The old man stroked his beard and said in admiration, "Especially the last sentence, every grain is not bitter! It reflects the prince's good expectation for my Han Dynasty's good harvest. It's really wonderful!"

"Mr. Gong's words are very reasonable, this sentence is really wonderful..." Everyone echoed, and for a moment, the entire Peony Poetry Club seemed to be a solo performance by this little brat, Liu Che.

But all the people present were interested in poetry and couplets. How could a seven or eight-year-old child take the lead?

A woman in a palace dress standing beside the flowers smiled slightly, and said to the many women around her with a pursed smile: "Little lady here also has a poem, although it is not as beautiful as the third prince's, but it should be used first, lest Sisters, dare not write poems after the third prince..."

Although this woman's appearance is not extremely beautiful, but standing there, it gives people a feeling of calmness like water, a sense of intimacy from the inside out, making people feel that she is as amiable as the sister next door.

"It's rare for elder sister Zhiqing to have such a sense of elegance, so my younger sister will naturally listen attentively!" Princess Yu and the women beside her responded with a smile.

Princess Zhiqing gnawed her head slightly, and chanted:

"Who doesn't boast about peonies and take up all of Long Ran's good things.

Suspected to be a ghostly work, all kinds of charming are better than Hongxia. "

"Princess Zhiqing's poems are so elegant and beautiful! Xiaosheng admires, admires!" Wang Juxian waved his folding fan lightly, the corners of his mouth raised in a chic arc, and he took the lead in complimenting her.

"Jing Pi!" A girl who had admired Wang Juxian for a long time hurriedly said, "Shimei, Mr. Wang's comments are also very Jing Pi!"

"Fuck!" Li Yi was very upset when he heard these people complimenting him back and forth, and muttered in a low voice with his mouth curled.

"This poem of mine is nothing more than throwing bricks to attract jade!" Princess Zhiqing was praised so much, her cheeks flew, she turned to look at Princess Yu beside her, and said with a soft smile: "Sister, I am the one who attracted you!" Yu'er, why haven't you come out yet?"

Princess Zhiqing changed her target like this, and everyone immediately remembered that there really was the most talented woman in the capital present!

"Yes, Princess Yu is the number one talented woman in our capital!"

"Sister Yu, you just write a poem to ask my sister to learn..."

Immediately Princess Yu became the focus of everyone. She was already a little shy under the eyes of many people, but now she was complimented by a group of people, and a trace of pink quickly appeared on her cheeks. A shy peony waiting to bloom, beautiful but not the slightest seductive.

Liu Yu bowed her head slightly, pursed her lips a little shyly, and said in a voice like a warbler: "Then, I will write a little poem!"

"When all the flowers bloom, they begin to spit out their fragrance, and the name of the fragrance is pronounced as the king of hundreds of flowers.

She boasted that she was unparalleled in the world, and that she monopolized the first fragrance in the world. "

Before she chanted the poem, she was still a little shy, but as soon as she opened her mouth, her shame disappeared, and her eyes were full of confidence.When people look at it, they feel that the peony, which has just bloomed just now, has bloomed in an instant. She stands quietly in the crowd, like a blooming peony among the flowers competing for beauty. The woman and flowers beside her No matter how charming she is, it can't compare to her beautiful temperament.

After finishing a chant, everyone remained silent for a long time, not knowing whether they were overwhelmed by the beauty of Kao Peony, or attracted by the temperament of the beautiful woman who spits out lightly from the lotus mouth.

"Papa-papa--" A burst of cheerful applause broke the short peace. Liu Yu listened to the applause, Xiafei raised her cheeks following the sound, and saw that annoying "wild boy" at a glance. He was standing on the opposite side, with his mouth wide open, clapping his hands and exclaiming: "Well, this poem by the princess expresses the solemn and solemn feeling of the peony. It's so peaceful...it's really a good poem!"

"Hmph! Why is this shameless person here? He is ignorant, so he must not have thought of this comment, it must have been told by someone next to him, and he overheard it..." Liu Yu cut out viciously. He glanced at Li Yi, then turned his head away and stopped looking at him.

Li Yi saw that his fiancée seemed to have a lot of opinions on him, and he was stunned--I made such a brilliant comment, this chick doesn't even smile!

"Ah, my sister really wrote a good poem, my younger brother admires it!" Seeing the fifth elder brother raising the flag and shouting, Liu Che immediately charged forward, but he didn't know that just after a few words of praise, his eyes rolled as if remembering something , Hehe laughed twice, and said coyly: "I, I have another song..."

This kid seemed to be bursting with poetry at this moment, and was about to recite another poem, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted.

"The prince's poems are too exquisite. If I ask you to compose another one, then Xiaosheng will not dare to write poems!" Wang Juxian finally couldn't help it. Looking at the current situation, if he doesn't compose poems at this moment, the three princes in front of him will not be able to write poems. Once Liu Che's "poetry" becomes big, how can he show his face?

"Yes, yes, yes!" Liu Che waved his hand, smiled generously and said, "What you said makes sense. The Peony Poetry Festival will have a hundred schools of thought contending! I won't talk about "Shocking the World" for now. Already!"

"Hey... this little brat, you are addicted to feelings, you really dare to write this poem? You have to find a chance to remind this kid!" Li Yi's scalp went numb from the title of the poem, seeing him now Seeing that the Third Prince was interrupted, I immediately felt glad in my heart.

Wang Juxian looked around and saw that the audience's attention was already focused on him, then he waved his folding fan and said with a smile: "Xiaosheng was inspired by the third prince just now, and now he is also throwing bricks to attract jade, and he will show his ugliness first. This poem is called "Ode to Peony" ..."

Wang Juxian waved his folding fan, looked at a group of women standing in front of the peony with burning eyes, and said with a smile:

"Powder makeup condenses jade bones,

Fragrance into the clouds.

Brushing flowers with plain hands,

National color wins dusk. "