If you can make it yourself, you can do it at your own leisure. If you can't make it, you have to drink three glasses of wine as a penalty. Everyone applauds.

As for the drinking rules of the banquet, basically everyone can participate except those who are too young, and concubines and princesses are no exception.

However, if it is about guessing riddles and the like, the concubines and princesses will be more interested. As for writing poems and lyrics, they will basically choose to drink and not get involved, because this is obviously a time for the princes to show off their talents.

Emperor Daojun's eyes fell on the prince's seat. Looking down from the prince, the youngest prince who could sit behind the table independently was only five or six years old. He was chewing chicken legs and didn't listen to what anyone said.

Emperor Daojun shook his head inwardly, thinking that his second brother had already written good poems at his age, and that his third brother could also write wonderful calligraphy at this time. Then his eyes fell on Zhao Tao and Zhao Kai.
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Zhao Tong was twirling the wine glass in front of him with his hand, wondering what he was thinking. Zhao Kai was still looking at his heart with his eyes and mouth. Since the last incident with Zhang Xian Niu Er, although his body has become a little weaker, his temperament has become calmer day by day.

Emperor Daojun looked at the princess again and said, "Don't just focus on drinking. If you're not guessing riddles, you might as well do whatever you gain and let everyone judge together."

The princesses looked at me and I looked at you. They all pursed their lips and said nothing. They just stared at the various fruit wines in front of them. They thought it would be more comfortable to take this opportunity to drink two more glasses. As for the poems, let the brothers over there write them.

Wouldn’t it be more beautiful to drink while making comments?

Emperor Daojun couldn't see the thoughts of these princesses, but there was no way to force this kind of thing. Unlike the court, it was not easy to show off official airs during family banquets.

He said to the prince: "There is no need to follow the order of age and seat, whoever has the heart to recite directly can do it."

When the princes heard this, some immediately showed sad expressions, some lowered their heads and chuckled, and some quietly took out small notes from their sleeves, which had obviously been written in advance.

At this time Zhao Chu said: "Dad, I come first!"

Emperor Daojun looked at him: "Bago is so agile in writing, how can he finish it so quickly?"

Zhao Yan rolled his eyes: "My child has learned something, but it may not be the best in haste. Please ask dad for guidance."

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhao Gou. Zhao Gou was looking down at the small note. He couldn't help but reveal a trace of ridicule on his lips. He knew a banquet was going to be held a few days ago, so he found a group of people to encourage him to write poems.

We made it together in advance, but Zhao Gou didn't even memorize it, so he had to memorize it now, which was too stupid.

Everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Chu. He cleared his throat, raised his head slightly, and chanted:

Shaking the red wall when encountering the scenery, spring has come but I haven’t learned Zen yet.

The poem becomes the stars and the moon sets, and the drunken person becomes a god.

After reciting it, he sat down and everyone tasted it. Most of them couldn't tell whether it was good or bad. They just thought it rhymed and praised themselves.

Emperor Daojun said above: "It is a five-character quatrain, which is quite neat. The allusions are a bit obscure, and the latter part jumps out, but it is still good."

Zhao Yan's face was filled with resentment when he heard this. He was the first to stand up and compose poems because he wanted to give the officials a good impression and attract everyone's attention. The so-called pearls and jade come first, but he didn't expect that the officials' evaluation was average. These were all written by himself, and they were probably just ordinary.

At this level, I couldn’t help but feel a little discouraged for a while.

Zhao Gou snickered secretly beside him. The group of people had discussed it a few days ago and made it in advance. However, he suddenly had some ideas just now and wanted to change a few words. Then he took out the note and looked at it. He felt that Zhao Gou was a little confused.

Silly, the first one to stand up and compose a poem is not to be the first to stand out? Without comparison, how can the officials give special evaluation? If the second brother and the third brother don’t move, then they all want to be the finale.

Zhao Gou was thinking that he had to wait until after five or six people to do it in order to show the extraordinary effect of standing out from the crowd. But at this moment, he suddenly felt a sharp pain on his buttocks behind the chair, which hurt him so much.

The sound of "ah ah" made me jump.

Looking down angrily, it was Zhao Yan who took the chopsticks and secretly took them back, with a sinister smile on his face.

Zhao Gou was so angry that he just wanted to take revenge and go back when he saw everyone looking over. Emperor Daojun said: "It seems that Brother Ninth has also gained something."

The corner of Zhao Gou's mouth twitched, and he said to himself that this kid Zhao Xi is really nothing. The stuff he wrote was not worthy of the attention of the government, so he came to harm his family. But at this moment, he could no longer sit back, so he had to bite the bullet and said:

"Reporting back to Daddy, I will definitely gain something."

Daojun Emperor said: "Tell me and listen."

Zhao Gouqing could only cough, looked at the autumn scenery outside the hall, and recited with a deep expression:

The clouds are falling in the opposite view, and the Liang Garden is misty and rainy.

How much hate is there on the silver string, but the moon hangs on a hook to make it clear.

"Huh?" Emperor Daojun's eyes lit up and he said: "Brother Jiu's poem Five Jue Ba Geng is very well-chosen, and it sounds quite pleasing to the eye."

Everyone heard that the evaluation was higher than that of Zhao Chu, and they couldn't help but look at Zhao Gou a few more times, especially Mrs. Wei, Zhao Gou's mother opposite, who was so happy that she couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear.

Zhao Gou sat down proudly, and Zhao Fei looked unhappy. When a group of people reviewed poems before, Zhao Gou did not do this. It sounded just average, no better than him. Why did he change a few words? Listen.

It seems like it has become another poem?

This guy is too cunning!

At this time, Zhao Gou stretched out his hand and pinched Zhao Mo, the Duke of Zhenguo who was next to him. He was also in the same group and had previously encouraged everyone to write poems and drink.

Zhao Mo was helpless at this moment. Brother Bago and Brother Ninth both stood up and started to do it. If he stayed until later, he was afraid that he would be cornered by the two of them and beat him up. It was hard for him to beat four hands with two fists, especially Bago was not strong enough.

It's big enough to lift him up.

Zhao Mo was about to stand up bravely, but unexpectedly someone said from the opposite side: "Dad, I will also compose a song."

When everyone saw it, it turned out to be Zhao Huer. They saw that she had grabbed an unknown pastry, her mouth was stained with icing sugar, and she didn't forget to take another bite after she finished speaking.

Upon seeing this, Empress Zheng said: "Hu'er can't mess around."

Emperor Daojun shook his head and said: "Let the Thirteenth Sister compose a song and listen to it."

Empress Zheng had no choice but to nod, and saw Zhao Huer sitting in Zhao Fujin's arms, pointing with a cake to a big tree outside the hall and said: "I also made five characters. There is a tree outside the door with two big yak branches.

Two big yacha..."

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She hung out for a long time, but couldn't come out. Then she found that many eyes were staring at her, and she couldn't help but feel a little scared. She flattened her mouth and her eyes began to get wet.

Later, Zhao Fujin whispered in her ear: "In spring, moss becomes leaves, and in winter, snow becomes flowers."

"That's right, moss becomes the leaves in spring, and the snow becomes the flowers in winter." Zhao Huer said loudly in a hurry.

Everyone laughed and saw that it was Zhao Fujin who told secretly.

Seeing this, Emperor Daojun touched his beard and said with a smile: "Fujin should also compose a song."

Zhao Fujin stood up and said: "Dad, I'm afraid I can't do the quatrains well, so just compose an ancient poem."

Emperor Daojun nodded: "Yes."

Zhao Fujin thought for a while and chanted:

The beautiful lady walks on the clouds, her light sleeves dance up to the sky.

The evening breeze sweeps away the moon, and the dream frightens Loulan.

Thirty thousand songs of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, eight thousand magnificent rivers and mountains.

The ink and blue are gone, and the rivers and seas are filled with green smoke.

Stepping into the late autumn twilight, looking for scenery and entering the key points.

When will it fly before the rain? The two phases of colorful clouds will return.

"Good poem, good poem!" Zhao Hu'er was the first to clap her hands: "Fifth sister's poems are the best."

Emperor Daojun nodded: "This song is good, quite impressive, Fu Jin has worked hard."

When the princesses heard the compliment, they all looked at Zhao Fujin with complicated eyes. One of the concubines couldn't help but poked the daughter next to him and secretly winked. However, it was easy to improvise when writing poems and lyrics. Most of them were frowning and whispering.

, or pretending not to know what his mother was hinting at, and just holding the wine glass.

At this time, the second princess Zhao Jinnu stood up and said: "Dad, I will make a song."

Zhao Jinnu is the half-sister of the crown prince Zhao Huan. She is already married. Her husband is Cao Sheng, the general of the left guard, a descendant of the founding hero Cao Bin.

Cao Sheng was currently accompanying the last person at the prince's table. Seeing his wife standing up to compose a poem, he couldn't help but be surprised at first, and then buried his head on the table. He couldn't persuade her, so he decided to drink.

Emperor Daojun said: "What poem does Jin Nuqi want to compose?"

Zhao Jinnu said: "Dad, let me imitate the eighth brother and the ninth brother and compose a quatrain."

Emperor Daojun was puzzled. He had never heard that Zhao Jinnu was talented in poetry, but he still nodded and said, "Come and listen."

Zhao Jinnu glanced at his own officials who were drinking opposite him, and chanted:

I feel weak when I wake up from sleep, but a poet recognizes a good name.

The flowers in the mortal world laugh, but the iron horse is afraid of the sound of the whip.

Everyone fell silent upon hearing this, and Cao Sheng almost spit out a mouthful of wine.

It's neat, it's neat, it's also the first eight Geng, and the rhymes and rhymes are not bad at all, but what are these words?

Zhao Gou glanced at Zhao Chu and said in a low voice: "What allusions are there in Second Sister's poem?"

Zhao Yan looked confused, thought for a while and said: "It seems to be there. I have seen it before, but now I have forgotten it."

Zhao Gou looked at him and thought to himself, "You have seen a ghost. Why haven't I seen any of it?

Emperor Daojun said from above: "This poem... doesn't count for your fault. From now on, read less idle books, they are all nonsense!"

Zhao Jinnu was not sad when he heard this: "Dad, I know, I will punish myself with three drinks." After saying that, he sat down and poured himself a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp, then poured two more glasses and drank them all in one gulp. , with a satisfied expression on his face.

Zhao Gou was stunned and whispered: "Second sister doesn't write poetry just to have a good drink, right?"

Zhao Yan said: "How did I know, but it is true that she is good at drinking. Zhao Mo has got you."
To be continued...