Xia Hua was very angry.

But Wu Qian didn't notice that he was very happy at the moment.

"I think the second emperor brother is very insightful!"

"But... these words are only for you to know, and don't spread them out."

"After all, they are all teenagers, and their minds are not yet mature enough to make them proud... There is still a long way to go before they understand the future!"

"But I will not hesitate to reward those who are capable and capable."

"Xiao Guizi,"

Xiao Guizi knelt down with a puff: "Your Highness, this servant is here!"

"Xuan Ai Hedong, Pu Qianmo, Tai Zhaohua, Wenshan... the nine of them came to the Wenhui Tower. I want to see the style of our Wu students!"

"Slave obeys the order!"

Xiao Guizi jumped up and ran down quickly.

Wu Qian raised the nine poems in his hand and said, "These nine people should be recorded in the official records."

"When Mr. Gu Nianxi and Mr. Gu come back with the masterpieces from Yuejian Academy, the Imperial College will review them again. After deciding on the top three, the Ministry of Personnel will record them and show them to me."

Hong Yanqing, the Minister of Civil Affairs who was sitting below, quickly stood up and saluted: "My lord, respect the prince's order!"

"Well, talent, I need a lot of talent!"

"You are all important ministers of the court. In addition to handling state affairs, you are also responsible for recommending talents to the court!"

"The talents I am talking about are not limited to students who are good at reading. The world is huge and there are many capable people and strangers. They may hide in the market or hide in the mountains and forests."

"They may be good at divination, or they may be good at arithmetic, or they may be well versed in military strategies, or they may understand the meaning of the law. I think they are all talents!"

"You can boldly recommend it to me, and those who are approved by me... will be of great use!"

"I have a broad mind and will not bury their talents."

At this moment, Xiao Guizi led nine students to the third floor of Wenhui Building.

Wu Qian said nothing more. He was filled with a generous smile and his eyes swept over the faces of the nine students one by one.

The nine students walked with their heads bowed. Under the leadership of Xiao Guizi, they came to Wu Qian. They knelt down respectfully and shouted in unison:

"I pay my respects to His Highness the Crown Prince!"

Wu Qian took two steps forward, and in the sight of the ministers, he helped the nine students up one by one with great kindness.

"They are all young talents from my Da Wu!"

"Get up, get up, give me a seat and give you wine!"

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

These nine students were all extremely excited!

Even Ai Hedong, who has always admired Li Chenan, is no exception——

This is the first time they have met the crown prince of Wu!

This prince will ascend the throne as emperor next autumn!

They were extremely worried at first, but they didn't expect that His Highness the Crown Prince would be so kind and generous!

In the future, he will definitely become a wise king of the Wu Kingdom!

Those who can serve as officials under such a wise king will be able to realize their ideals and ambitions and accomplish great things!

They sat neatly in front of a small table and looked at Wu Qian cautiously with hot eyes.

Wu Qian was very satisfied.

Because even the eyes of the ministers looking at him were full of approval.

Even those old guys who were not very polite to me were no exception at this time.

"I have read your poems carefully."

"There are two great Confucians here, as well as so many civil and military ministers, as well as my second emperor brother Prince An. Everyone recognizes your poems very much."

"In my opinion, even if the Poet Immortal from Ning Guo is not dead, even if he comes in person and writes these Mid-Autumn Festival poems, it will probably be nothing more than this."

"Even if his teacher Li Xiaofeng came in person...he couldn't write a single flower even if he thought about it."

Wu Qian's original intention was to praise these nine students first, to make them full of fighting spirit and confidence, and then to beat them to make them guard against arrogance and impetuosity, and know that there is no end to learning.

In this way, he can not only show his expectations, but also make these nine students and even the civil and military ministers here look at him with admiration, and even be devoted to him.

But he never expected that his two words would ignite the fire in Xia Hua, who was already feeling uncomfortable!

Xia Hua suddenly stood up and interrupted what Wu Qian was about to say!

"Your Highness, I thought that if Li Chenan was still alive, these poems and articles would have nothing to do with them!"

"He is a poet! I don't believe his poetry can be surpassed by them!"

"I don't even believe that their poetry can compare with Mr. Li's!"

As soon as Xia Hua said these words, the whole place suddenly fell silent.

Wu Qian swallowed back the words that came to his lips.

Xia Hua and her father Xia Liu, who was sitting below, had their hearts in their throats at that moment.

Eunuch Wei, who was standing behind, raised his head at this moment and looked at Xia Hua's back.

Xia Hua took another step forward, "Although I haven't read the poems they wrote, I just happen to have a poem written by Mr.

"Just last night!"

"The moon is also full, and it just so happens to be the Mid-Autumn Festival!"

Xia Hua took out a piece of paper from her arms and glanced at everyone.

Three of the nine students raised their heads and looked at Xia Hua at this moment, their eyes showing not anger, but expectation.

Some of the civil and military ministers actually looked at Xia Hua, with complicated expressions on their faces.

Wu Huan almost jumped up at this moment.

He knew that since it was written by Li Xiaofeng, it must be a word that shocked the world!

But he abruptly withdrew his gaze from Xia Hua, and even lowered his head slightly to hide his inner excitement.

Wu Qian squinted his eyes slightly, but then smiled:

"Oh... I know that you worshiped a gentleman, but I didn't know that Mr. Li actually composed a Mid-Autumn Festival poem last night!"

"In that case, how about showing this word to me?"

Wu Qian originally wanted to keep this poem, and wanted to prevent Xia Hua from making it public.

However, Xia Hua didn't seem to understand what he meant.

Xia Hua actually spoke again:

"I am a warrior and I don't understand the twists and turns in the temple."

"In Tianyin Pavilion, my master taught me to follow my heart in everything, only then can I attain the great path!"

"I can't calm down at this moment, so I would like to invite you to read this Mid-Autumn Festival poem by my husband Na!"

"This poem is called "Shui Tiao Ge Tou, when will the bright moon come"!"

Wu Qian took a deep breath and looked at Xia Hua deeply.

Xia Hua's master is the master of Tianyin Pavilion, who is also the biological sister of the current emperor and Wu Qian's sister-in-law!

This sister-in-law left Kyoto in her early years and went to Tianyin Pavilion to study martial arts.

My father is very good to this sister-in-law, which is the main reason why the royal family and Tianyin Pavilion have gotten along very well over the years.

My sister-in-law has a story.

It is said that the father's kindness to his sister-in-law stems from the guilt in his heart.

Xia Hua is my sister-in-law's close disciple and the eldest lady of Duke Xia's mansion...

Damn Li Xiaofeng, what kind of song did he write?

In full view of everyone, Xia Hua spoke:

"The gentleman raised a glass to the moon last night. He drank a pot of wine and recited this poem, and it only took ten breaths!"

"I think this word can be written all over the Mid-Autumn Festival!"

Xia Hua's face was solemn, her slender neck raised, and she recited this poem——

"When will the bright moon come?

Ask the sky for wine.

I don’t know the palace in heaven,
To be continued...