What!?

Fang Yiai...composes poetry?

All the ministers in the Tai Chi Hall were stunned.

They only heard about Li Tai's assassination and did not know anything about the poetry meeting, so it was hard to believe that the two words Fang Ying and poetry could still be connected together.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Cheng Yaojin was the first to laugh and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Your Majesty, who in this city of Chang'an doesn't know that Fang Yiai is missing a string in his head? How can he compose poetry?"

The voice fell.

A group of soldiers from the Tang Dynasty burst into laughter.

Looking at their happy faces, they had already forgotten all about Li Tai's assassination... This was not because they were heartless, but because assassination was too childish for them.

I think back then, they followed Li Shimin on his expeditions in the north and south.

Three thousand soldiers dared to carry Dou Jiande's 100,000 troops. At present, there are only dozens of Turkic assassins, which are not even enough to fill the gap between the teeth.

"These damn guys!"

"Fang Ying is my personally chosen consort. They just laugh at Fang Ying in front of me, which makes me angry!"

Li Shimin's face twitched.

But he had to maintain his character as a wise monarch and not get angry easily, so he turned his eyes and looked at the person next to him.

in the crowd.

A purple-robed scribe with long beard and hair.

It was Zuo Pushe and Sikong, the Minister of the Tang Dynasty, Fang Xuanling, the father of Fang Yiai, the Duke of Liang.

"Cheng Zhijie! Don't be so presumptuous!"

Fang Xuanling picked up her robe and walked out, pointed at Lao Cheng and said angrily: "No matter how bad my Fang family is, I still have Da Lang's legacy!"

"On the other hand, your Lu family has given birth to six fools, and none of them are worthy of being beaten. How can you have the shame to laugh at my second son!"

"Hey! Lao Fang, who do you think is a fool?!"

"Someone said those six guys in your family are fools! What's going on?"

"Ouch! I'm so angry that I'm looking for death!"

…

"Enough!"

Li Shimin shouted and interrupted the two of them.

His eyebrows were like black swords, his eyes were shining, the candlelight shone on his body, and his golden dragon robe was domineering, like a god, looking down on everything.

It shocked the whole audience at once.

Cheng Yaojin and Fang Xuanling looked at each other and closed their mouths angrily.

"Zhijie, you really don't believe that Fang Ying can write poetry?"

Li Shimin looked at Cheng Yaojin and said calmly: "Do you want to make a bet with me? If Fang Ying can really come out, what should you do?"

"Let's bet!" Cheng Yaojin shouted categorically: "If that boy Fang Yiai can make up a poem, I, my old man Cheng, will twist off his head and play it as a ball for him!"

"It's just a small bet. Why would you swear such a poisonous oath if you know your integrity?"

Li Shimin looked at him with a half-smile, and said, "How about this, if you lose, come and stay vigil for me?"

"Hahaha! Good!"

Cheng Yaojin laughed proudly, as if he already had the winning ticket, and asked: "What if Your Majesty loses?"

Li Shimin said a few words calmly: "If I lose, I will lead Cheng Qing's horse and ride it around Chang'an City..."

The voice fell.

All the ministers were stunned.

Fang Xuanling was even more frightened and said anxiously: "Your Majesty, this is unacceptable!"

He hurriedly took a step forward, lowered his head and held his hands in his hands: "Your Majesty is the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, how can you lead a horse to fall for a minister? This is absolutely impossible. I hope your Majesty will take back his life!"

He couldn't help but take it easy.

How much ink does his son have? Does he still know?

If Li Shimin really led the horse to fall for Cheng Yaojing, how would the history books record it? And Fang Erlang, who was at the center of the incident, wouldn't he be infamy for thousands of years?

"Hey? Lao Fang, what are you doing?"

Cheng Yaojin glared at him and said dissatisfiedly: "It's a small gamble for pleasure. Your Majesty is willing to compete with me. What does it have to do with you?"

"Shut up!"

Fang Xuanling looked at Cheng Yaojin and said angrily: "You old man! Instigating Your Majesty to make a bet with you is simply crazy! If Your Majesty really leads the horse for you, I will fight with you!"

The two of them were about to have sex again.

Li Shimin touched his forehead with his hand, his temples twitching.

Looking at the generals in the hall, not only did no one try to dissuade them, but they all looked at them with great interest and looked like they were gloating about their misfortune.

If Fang wins here, he will definitely be surprised.

The courtiers in the Zhenguan era were not like the later Manchus, who frequently knelt and kowtowed, and were full of servility. Instead, they were all proud and dared to compete with the emperor in the ring.

This is the style of the Tang Dynasty’s scholars!

"Okay, okay, don't make any noise."

Li Shimin waved his hands helplessly, looked at his allies and sighed: "Xuanling, do you really not believe that I will win?"

Fang Xuanling almost went crazy and said hurriedly: "It's not that I don't believe in Your Majesty, but... but..."

"But you don't believe in Fang Ying, right?"

Li Shimin said earnestly: "Fang Qing, Ying'er is your son and the consort I personally selected. I believe in him!"

But I don't believe it... Fang Xuanling opened her mouth and felt weak.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Cheng Yaojiang burst out laughing again, and said cheerfully: "Your Majesty, please quickly introduce Fang Yiai to the palace and give this boy a try!"

"I, Old Cheng, can't wait, hahaha..."

"No need to go to such trouble..."
Chapter completed!