Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

Well, to a certain extent, Zheng Boyang's idea is not wrong.

But Li Xin didn't care what Zheng Boyang thought. He just smiled slightly and reminded very kindly: "Brother Zheng, we have all heard your first poem. What about the next one?"

Zheng Boyang took a deep breath when he was silent for a moment, before showing a gentle smile, and slowly arched his hands: "It's fine, I know my family's affairs. Your Royal Highness is indeed a very good poem, and I won't be the next one. I bite the bullet and took it out to show my ugliness. I surrendered. Your Royal Highness's talents are worthy of my yearning and learning. I would like to ask your Highness for advice in the future."

In a sense, there is a rule not to become in the minds of most literati: face problems, half admit defeat. Especially when comparing the level of literary talent. As the saying goes, Wen has no first and Wu has no second. After all, there is no objective evaluation standard for things like literature and poetry. Even if the quality gap is so large that it is visible to the naked eye, the relatively poor one may not be useless.

In this case, proactively admitting defeat appears to be self-aware, and it preserves the demeanor, and even helps to show the humble and studious qualities.

No wonder Zheng Boyang made this choice at this time. In all fairness, if Li Xin moved with him, there would be no better choice than to admit defeat.

Chen Xinheng was heartless, plus he didn't like Zheng Boyang at first, so he wanted to say something aloud so that he could continue to say the second half of the poem.

However, Li Xin quietly kicked Chen Xinheng and then spoke directly, without giving this guy a chance to speak.

"Brother Zheng has given up. This is just a game in between. You don't have to worry too much about winning or losing." Li Xin smiled, "Besides, the poems are just tricks. If you study the knowledge seriously, I must be inferior to Brother Zheng."

After all, it was in front of the father-in-law, and the father and son surnamed Zheng were still the guests of the father-in-law. In any case, we still have to save some face for them. Li Xin's words were calm and stable, and gave a good step.

Zheng Boyang's face looked a little better, as if he had received Li Xin's affection, he smiled bitterly, "His Royal Highness is humble."

Obviously he took the initiative to find the fault, but in the end he still had to rely on his opponent to save him face. This feeling is really too subtle.

Chen Yin smiled and looked at the scene before him, nodding secretly in his heart, and his evaluation of Li Xin was a little higher. Of course, an old fox of his level can clearly understand why the kid Li Xin suddenly stopped at the end, and there was no reason why Zheng Boyang could not come to stage on the spot.

"I always say that I don't understand the world.... Whoever believes it, obviously has a seven-orifice exquisite heart..." Chen Yin said to himself in his heart, more and more affirmed his own judgment—— Li Xin is just lazy, what can he not? As long as you can hone it well, it must be the backbone of Datang's next generation, and it is the one with excellent ability and means. I don't know who the next generation of kings are, and can they control this kid...

As soon as Chen Yin thought of this, he suddenly woke up.

A guy like Li Xin doesn’t want to enter the court. Once he officially enters the court, he must be a generation of power ministers. If the monarch is not strong enough or his wrists are not strong, there will only be two endings-either Li Xin wins or takes the emperor to order. A prince became a traitor like Cao Cao; either the emperor wins, Li Xin is wiped out, and it is not easy to save a small life.

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