Gou is a soldier on the border

Chapter 83 The Eldest Prince and the Second Prince

The small courtyard looks small, but in fact, there is a mystery hidden in it. A small stream specially brought in from the Qinhuai River runs through the courtyard, and there is also a small rockery.

In the courtyard, in addition to many young men dressed as scholars who were drinking and having fun, there were also beautiful maids shuttled back and forth carrying wooden trays.

Zhao Zehu enthusiastically pulled Wang Luo to sit beside him, took a glass of wine from the hand of the maid next to him, and handed it to Wang Luo.

"Come, come, Mr. Luo, the two lectures you taught in the Imperial Academy recently, I was astonished. I am so lucky to be able to invite Mr. Luo to come today."

At this time, the scholars around him also surrounded him, and they poured out praises, which made Wang Luo blush a little.

Filled with gratitude to Sun Wuda, Wang Luo and the scholars beside him were polite.

And Wang Wei was also surrounded by a circle of people, because someone recognized the second generation of the top official of the empire, and there was always no shortage of people who wanted to give a bad foot.

"Isn't the relationship between the Northern Wilderness royal family and the second prince not good? Isn't Wang Tieshan always supporting the eldest prince? Why did Wang Wei appear at the poetry meeting organized by the second prince?" Some sensible people secretly discussed this issue in the corner.

Wang Luo picked up the wine glass and touched it with Zhao Zehu, and drank it down in one gulp.

"How about this wine? The top quality wine in Daliang, Yuhuchun, I specially entrusted someone to get it."

Wang Luo nodded, this wine is really good, but he still likes Beihuang's spicy whistle.

Wang Wei, on the other hand, answered the compliments from the people around him one after another.

Wang Wei was already very familiar with this kind of scene five years ago.

Seeing that people were almost coming, Zhao Zehu was about to announce the start of the poetry meeting, when suddenly a servant ran in and whispered something in his ear.

Wang Luo heard it very clearly, but the servant only said one word.

"The eldest prince is here."

Zhao Zehu's brows were slightly frowned, but in an instant, a smile was on his face.

"Brother Huang is here, please follow me to welcome you?"

There was a moment of silence at the scene, and then the group of people stood up and followed Zhao Zehu to the door.

Wang Luo came to the door curiously.

"I heard that my second brother organized a poetry meeting and invited Mr. Luo, a master of military art who has been in the limelight recently in Beijing, so I came here uninvited. Second brother won't blame me, right?" A tall and heroic man, A man in a bright yellow python robe walked in with a smile on his face. It was Zhao Zebei, the prince of Daliang.

So far, Wang Luo knew all three princes of the Zhao family.

"How could it be, the emperor can come, but the little brother is too happy, please take a seat." Zhao Zehu turned sideways and made an invitation gesture, and personally led his elder brother to walk in.

When passing by Wang Wei, Zhao Zebei and Wang Wei exchanged glances.

As soon as the two of them sat down, Zhao Zehu pointed at Wang Luo and said to Zhao Zebei: "Brother Huang, this is Mr. Luo that you never forget."

Zhao Zebei stood up and greeted Wang Luo affectionately.

"It's a pity that I wasn't in the capital some time ago. I just came back yesterday. I just heard that a strange person has appeared in the capital recently. I came here uninvited." Zhao Zebei said to Wang Luo.

"What did the elder brother say? The younger brother was negligent. The third brother should be invited together."

Wang Luo looked at the way the two brothers respected each other, and always felt that there was a superficial smell of brothers. . . . .

After some twists and turns, the poetry meeting finally officially started.

What makes Wang Luo a little strange is that Wang Wei, who usually enjoys a lot of wine, seems to have no interest in facing Yuhuchun, which is said to be one of the best wines in Daliang today.

But he was surrounded by two princes, so he couldn't go down to ask.

On the contrary, Yu Wenjiu drank very happily, and persuaded him to drink from time to time.

But speaking of it, after the eldest prince came, the people around Wang Wei instantly decreased. . .

Listening to someone composing a poem from time to time in the field, which drew applause from others, Wang Luo's brain was spinning rapidly. . . .

As for the persuasion of the two princes scrambling to persuade him to drink, Wang Luo would not refuse anyone who came, and the wine was exhausted.

The moon was in the middle of the sky, and the poetry meeting was also at its climax. The scene in front of him reminded Wang Luo of the poetry meeting in Beihuang, and Zhang Ji. . . .

The slightly drunk Wang Luo stood up and instantly became the focus of the audience.

Others were envious and jealous of Wang Luo, and he himself let the two princes accompany him throughout the whole process, so that many scholars below who wanted to come up and get close had no chance at all.

In fact, Wang Luo was just a little annoyed by sitting, so he walked up to Wang Wei and sat down.

"Second brother?"

Bored, Wang Wei raised his wine glass and gestured to Wang Luo, and the two brothers drank a glass of wine.

"If I had known that Brother Bei would be here, I wouldn't have come with you today." Wang Wei gulped down his drink and pressed in a low voice.

Wang Luo couldn't help but laugh.

The two princes were smiling on the stage and they didn't know what they were talking about. After a while, Zhao Zehu also stood up.

"I have a proposal, let Mr. Luo compose a poem, how about it?" He smiled and said to everyone in the field.

"it is good!"

"I've wanted to listen to Mr. Luo's masterpiece for a long time!"

"All ears!"

Wang Wei regained his spirits all of a sudden.

"Wang Luo, it's time to perform!" He was the only one present who knew Wang Luo's "poetry skills".

"You are all great talents, so I won't show my ugliness?" Wang Luo waved his hand and said modestly to others.

"How can a person who can create such a classic art of war not know how to compose poems? Mr. Luo, please come up with a poem." The people in the audience clamored.

"Go, Wang Luo, stop them! In the boundary of the capital, if you don't suppress others, it will be their turn to suppress you."

Wang Luo had prepared a draft in his heart, and finally stood up "reluctantly".

"That would be a shame."

He came to the table in front of the rockery, picked up the pen and dipped it in the inkstone box, took a deep breath, and wrote the first character on the paper.

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, and it runs to the sea and never returns."

"You can't see, Gaotang Mingjing is sad and white hair, the morning is like blue silk and the evening turns into snow."

"You must be happy in life, and don't let the golden bottle face the moon."

"I was born to be useful, and I will come back after the money is gone."

Wang Luo wrote a sentence, and Wang Wei read aloud next to him.

Even the maids serving next to her stopped their movements and listened intently to Wang Wei's chanting. The maids who can enter Tianxiang Tower, especially those who can appear on such top occasions, are all one in a hundred. Poems are important to them. Said it was just basic skills.

After finishing writing the eloquent "Will Enter the Wine", Wang Luo threw the pen on the pen stand, stood still, and looked at the stunned crowd with his hands behind his back.

Yu Wenjiu covered his mouth with his hand and looked at Wang Luo in surprise. The man who suddenly appeared next to his elder brother Wei refreshed his cognition again and again.

Zhao Zehu turned his head to look at the elder brother next to him, and found that his expression was exactly the same as his own.

Wang Luo felt that it was almost done, and reached out to pick up the wine glass.

"Come on, everyone, let's drink this cup together!"

(End of this chapter)