Fang Ying pretended to be stupid.

All living beings have the appearance of all living beings.

A group of vulgar warriors laughed the most.

Cheng Yaojin shouted with a loud voice: "Fang Xiaoer, there are so many princesses from the Western Regions, which one do you want? I, Old Cheng, will be your matchmaker!"

Fang Ying puffed up his chest: "Of course Han Xin will order troops, the more the better."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then there was an uproar.

"Oops, I can't bear to laugh anymore!"

"Fangjiro is so funny!"

"This appetite is not ordinary!"

Cheng Yaojin patted his thigh happily: "Fang Xiaoer, you want so many beauties, can your waist bear it?"

As soon as these words came out.

It brought joy again.

…

On the first seat.

The corners of the Emperor's mouth twitched.

Little thing! Can’t even the Princess of the Tang Dynasty satisfy you? You’re actually still thinking about the Princess of the Western Regions?

Looking at the lively scene below.

Li Shimin tilted his head slightly and whispered:

"Ananda, does this boy have a soft spot for the princess?"

"More than just a soft spot, he is simply the harvester of the princess." Zhang Anan agreed, paused and said, "Rather than letting it develop, it would be better..."

"Okay, I understand."

Li Shimin interrupted him unceremoniously.

"Here." Zhang Anan did not bother and reminded in a low voice: "Fang Erlang seems to be quite hostile to the Prime Minister of Tibet."

"Well, I also discovered it..."

Li Shimin narrowed his eyes: "Although I don't know why Ying'er behaves like this, I feel that he is not aiming for nothing."

Zhang Ananda suggested in a low voice: "Otherwise, give him a push?"

"That's what I meant."

Li Shimin smiled slightly.

He waved his hand to signal everyone to stop talking, looked around and asked:

"The meandering stream of water drinking wine has begun, why is it so late that I don't see any poems from you?"

Everyone looked at each other in shock.

Are you asking this question knowingly?

Fang Yiai didn't speak, who would jump out and embarrass herself?

"Oh, I'm so disappointed."

Li Shimin sighed softly, looked at Ludong and praised: "Prime Minister, I heard that you are very knowledgeable and have profound knowledge of the culture of the Central Plains. Why don't you give me a try?"

Lu Dongzan was stunned: "Isn't this bad?"

He felt something was a little strange.

We are all the top literati of the Tang Dynasty. Why can't we even write a poem? Why do we let myself, an outsider, start the poem?

At the moment of doubt.

Li Shimin said with a smile: "Prime Minister, don't worry, just feel free to do it."

Lu Dongzan quickly declined: "Your Majesty thinks highly of me. There are so many literati and poets in your country. How dare I try to do whatever I want to do?"

"Hehehe..."

Li Shimin smiled and said: "To tell you the truth, with my consort here, no one will stand out."

Prince Consort?

Fang Yiai?

Lu Dongzan looked at Fang Ying.

The general named Cheng Yaojin just now seemed to have high regard for him... But, how is this possible?

This guy looks reckless, but he's actually very scheming!

Such people are destined not to make any achievements in poetry... Throughout thousands of years, only those naive and romantic poets can display their unique knowledge.

To be precise.

I want to make good poetry.

First you have to be a good person.

A deep-set politician, full of intrigues and intrigues, cannot write beautiful poems.

Even if it's a bit literary.

It will only be mediocre, and it is impossible to reach the height of Yiqi Juechen!

So, what did the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty want to do?

Did you say this on purpose to make me stand up in front of Fang Yiai and support his own son-in-law?

hehe!

What a good plan!

But, how can I do what you want?

Thinking of this, Lu Dongzan showed a reserved smile: "Since Your Majesty said so, I will show my shame."

He said this.

People around him looked surprised.

Does the Prime Minister of Tubo really want to compose poetry?

The emperor has already pointed out the reasons, but he still wants to face the difficulties? He must be out of his mind.

In full view.

Ludong praised and stroked his beard, revealing his deep contemplation.

Poetry is not something that comes at will, but requires literary thought.

However, most people cannot have literary thoughts flowing all the time. They compose poems in advance when an idea strikes them, and then take them out at the poetry gathering and banquet.

But don't make it too obvious.

Pretend to be meditative, indicating that the poem was written on the spot.

After a while.

Just listen to Ludong praise:

"Walking around to watch the endless spring rain, sitting and listening to the sound of rain in the bamboo forest, hearing the distant call of partridges deep in the forest, I feel the love and affection in my heart."

Say it.

Everyone smiled.

"good!"

"This poem is good."

"I didn't expect that one of Tubo's great relative poems has been deeply studied."

"I admire you, I admire you!"

…

Obviously, the theme of this poem is lovesickness.

As for whether to respond to the situation, no one will worry about this... After all, it is good for a foreigner to write poetry.

It's like a foreigner speaking Mandarin.

You are not required to be at level ten, just don’t refer to your brother as your father... Although in the land of the barbarians, this is actually happening.

"Ouch."

"Don't laugh and miss me."

"This old man is still so boring despite his age..."

Fang Ying dragged his chin and thought secretly, but unexpectedly, Lu Dongzan looked over and said loudly:

"Prince-in-law, it's the festive season, and the winding water flows to drink wine."
Chapter completed!