Emperor of the Tang Dynasty

Runan looked at Li You steadily, and suddenly smiled sweetly.

"Thank you for the encouragement and hope that your words have brought me, but if even the Imperial Physician is helpless, perhaps even the legendary King of Medicine Sun Simiao has no chance of curing me."

After a pause, Runan lowered his eyes, as if there were thousands of threads in his beautiful eyes.

"But if I can really be cured..." Runan whispered to himself, "Then I want to live, of course I want to continue to live!"

During the conversation, the two had gradually left the pavilion, so they did not find that Li Chengqian and the guests of the East Palace were discussing in the aisle below.

"Show the poems you have prepared to Gu, one by one, and Gu Lai will choose them himself."

Although Li Chengqian wrote his own poems well, he was still not as good as the talents gathered in the East Palace.After all, a prince with a good poetic talent is very rare, but it is extremely easy to recruit a scholar with excellent poetic talent.

As the place where the next prince is located, the East Palace naturally gathers the most talents. When it comes to the level of poetry, there are many people who have left Li Chengqian a lot.

Therefore, over time, Li Chengqian stopped making his own shots. Anyway, his writing was not as good as the recruits he recruited. However, Li Chengqian still has some skills, so in the end, he was responsible for selecting which of the disciples gave the best poetry and prose, and then titled it in his own name. hair out.

"It must live up to His Highness's high hopes!"

As soon as Li Chengqian said this, those aides were also very excited.

The first month poetry festival is an opportunity for the princes and princesses to express themselves in front of the officials and officials, so why is it not an opportunity for their aides to express themselves in front of Li Chengqian?

Therefore, they all held back their strength, hoping to write a blockbuster and peerless poem, showing enough value in front of Li Chengqian, so as to gain the appreciation of His Royal Highness the Prince, and from then on to prosperity and wealth!

Soon, the disciples who had already predicted the first round of creation topics all gave their masterpieces one by one, and placed them in front of Li Chengqian respectfully.

Li Chengqian looked at them one by one, his face was surprised and happy, and his mouth was constantly judging.

"This poem is well written and deserves a lot of praise."

"However, this "Wing Chun" is of a rare standard, and the lonely one is a little embarrassed."

"Oh! This song is better than the previous one. It really gave Guxin a surprise!"

Those aides and worshipers listened nervously to Li Chengqian's evaluation, feeling that the moment to decide their fate had come. Who will be appreciated by His Royal Highness in the end?

Just when everyone's hearts were raised, Li Chengqian also finished reading the paper raft in his hand, and his eyes fell on the crumpled paper ball under his feet.

"Huh? Who wrote the paper raft, why are you so careless?"

Li Chengqian thought that this was also a paper raft written by one of his disciples, so he picked it up subconsciously and spread it out in his hand.

""Spring Rain"...without any signature."

The first time Li Chengqian saw it, he was surprised.

Not because I saw the content of the poem, but because it was written so well!

Even though the paper raft is full of rubbed wrinkles, you can still feel the charm of the official script on the paper.

Immediately afterwards, Li Chengqian looked overjoyed as he looked at the disciples who looked at each other in front of him.

"I still don't know 237 words... Who else can write such a good hand?"

It is a good thing for Li Chengqian that his staff members can worship at this level!

"Good word?"

In comparison, those aides and worshipers all seemed at a loss, not knowing what Li Chengqian was talking about.

Seeing this, Li Chengqian frowned, wondering if it was necessary to hide his clumsiness?

After glaring at them slightly, Li Chengqian continued to look at the content of the poem. The more he looked at Li Chengqian's breathing, the heavier his breathing, and the bigger his eyes became!

After a while, Li Chengqian put down the paper raft solemnly, and said solemnly, "Gu has already decided whose poems to use."

The hearts of the staff and worshipers all jumped in unison, and then they heard Li Chengqian say: "I just use this "Spring Rain"! After the incident, there will be many rewards for being alone!"

However, as soon as Li Chengqian finished speaking, he found that his disciples also widened their eyes, and their eyes were full of bewilderment.

???

"Spring Rain"?

Who wrote this? !

Li Chengqian's expression froze, and he said in surprise, "Could it be that this "Spring Rain" was not made by you?"

Chapter 91 Is God Helping Me? (first update)

A staff member boldly stepped forward and said, "Your Highness, I wonder if you can let me wait and see?"

Li Chengqian frowned and pushed the paper raft in front of the crowd. Immediately, the staff and worshipers stretched their necks and gathered around to read this poem, which was greatly praised by Li Chengqian.

Just like Li Chengqian, their first glance was attracted by the neat and tidy official script.

"I don't know who can write this good handwriting?!"

"Putting such good words on this crumpled paper raft is really violent!"

Their first reaction as readers is to feel sad, as if they saw an excellent work of art being wasted.

In the past, such a level of calligraphy was hard to find for a thousand dollars. It should be cherished and framed, but today it is on a crumpled paper raft!

But now the quality of calligraphy is of secondary importance. Their eyes were quickly attracted by the text of "Spring Rain".

After reading it, all the staff and worshipers were stunned.