"Look! Look! You all look at His Highness the Crown Prince!"

After reading a poem that Kang Anping felt good, he was laughed at by some old men.

This was what he thought of after racking his brains.

And, he thought it was pretty good!

"Your Highness the Crown Prince is just afraid that you will not be able to get over the face, hahaha!"

"What other mangroves, green trees, big white trees, hahaha, I'm so terrified of laughter!"

"I said Lao Kang, you can't just make up four sentences to be considered a poem..."

However, Wang Ben and others still laughed loudly.

"Hmph! Don't just laugh at me. If you have the ability, you can do one! I still don't believe it. Can you be better than me?"

Kang Anping picked up the teacup and poured it into his stomach in one breath, as if he wanted to extinguish the anger in his heart.

"Come on...!"

"Wait! Who said you? I'm talking about Lao Wang and Lao Zhang!"

As the Minister of Rites, how could Chunyu Yue be afraid of writing poems? He opened his mouth and asked for a poem.

But before he could spit out the first word, he was interrupted by Kang Anping's words.

"We both...?"

Wang Ben and Zhang Han looked at each other, "We admit defeat, can't do it anymore, right? Hahaha!"

They didn't usually take good poetry, so how could they write any good poems in such a short time?

I can't guarantee that I have to turn my old face red like Zhang Han, and I can't make a few words!

Even if it was made up, it would be laughed at by those old guys.

Instead of doing that, it’s better to admit your timidity and not be ridiculed!

"How can you...you do this?"

The two of them made Kang Anping angry with each other.

I originally wanted to see the two old guys being ridiculed and find psychological balance.

Unexpectedly, they just admit defeat and it’s over?

"Why can't it be? Your Majesty didn't say it had to be done!"

"That's it! We advised you to admit defeat at the beginning, but you didn't agree and insisted on showing your literary talent!"

Zhang Han and Wang Ben spoke with a smile.

"You...you...!"

Kang Anping was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Because they were right, he did not agree to admit defeat.

But he never expected that these two people would admit defeat so quickly!

"Okay, since Wang Aiqing and Zhang Aiqing have no idea for the time being, just Feng Aiqing!"

Ying Zheng smiled and pointed Feng Quji's name.

This old guy is very talented and has not yet grown old.

Is it easy for him to write a poem?

"Yes, Your Majesty! A leaf knows that the autumn frost is thick...!"

Feng Quji was calm and calm, and read the poem that he had already thought of in his heart.

Although it is not considered neat and neat, it is appropriate to the situation.

"Look... look... this is poetry!"

"That's it! Your autumn wind blows and becomes bald, and you'll still have to be bald after working for a year. What's the thing you are talking about? Are you sure it's poetry?"

After a poem was finished, Zhang Han and Meng Yi immediately compared the two to mock Kang Anping.

"Hmph! Writing poetry is not my strength, I have the ability to compete in martial arts!"

Ying Feiyu's profession has given Kang Anping very strong confidence.

Wouldn't let a military general write a poem equivalent to letting a civil servant use his pen to hunt?

It would be strange if you can succeed!

"We are on the train, how can we let you compete?"

"Why can't we compete on the train? If you don't believe it, we will compete?"

"Just gesture, who is afraid of whom...?"

Several old guys started to quarrel again as they talked.

Seeing this situation, Ying Feiyu's head was too big.

When I think about facing this situation every day in the future, my whole heart will be gone!

"Okay, okay! I called you here to write poems, not quarrels!"

Ying Zheng shouted, and the old men immediately became honest, lowered their heads quietly, and did not dare to say anything again.

"Feiyu, you'd better come!"

No matter who writes poems, these guys will start to quarrel.

Ying Zheng also felt annoyed, so he simply asked Ying Feiyu to come.

"Everyone listened...!"

Ying Feiyu was not polite and directly pulled off his posture, "After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows on the stones. The bamboos are noisy and the washing girl is washed down, and the lotus moves down the fishing boat. The spring fragrance is at will, and the princes can stay."

"Okay! OK! That's great! When it comes to writing poetry, it's His Royal Highness!"

"Yes! His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is very talented and depicts all the scenes outside the window in this poem!"

"Your Highness the Crown Prince is all-round and talented, and the old minister admires it!"

"The emperor's poem is really good..."

After a poem was finished, everyone present praised it.

Knowing that he is good at poetry and that the old guys have been tossing for so long is enough for him to brew.

So, as soon as this poem was released, everyone was happy, but not as shocked as before!

"The rock path in Hanshan is slanted, and there are people in the place where white clouds grow. I park the car and sit in the maple forest at night, and the frost leaves are redder than the flowers in February."

"The lotus is gone and there is no rain cover, and the chrysanthemums are still proud of frost branches. You must remember the good scenery of the year, and it is the most orange, yellow, and green."

"The lake is bright and autumn moon is harmonious, and there is no goggles on the surface of the pond. Looking at the green mountains and rivers of Dongting from afar, there is a green snail in the silver plate."

"Run east and look at the dusk, where do you want to rely on it? The trees and trees are all autumn colors, and the mountains are only falling sunset. The shepherd drives the calves back, hunts horses and brings birds back. Look at each other without knowing each other, sings and picks the walnuts in my arms...!"

However, that poem was just the beginning, and so many poems followed.

Each poem is a wonderful poem that can be passed down through the ages!

Everyone present was stunned.

Even military generals like Kang Anping who knows nothing about poems can feel the artistic conception depicted in these poems!

Not to mention the literati such as Ying Zheng, Feng Quji, and Chunyu Yue, they were so shocked that their chin fell to the ground and smashed it!

I knew that he could write wonderful poems, but I didn’t expect that he could do so many in one breath!

A literati who has studied hard for ten years and can write such a poem in his life is enough to be remembered forever. Even if those books are not read in vain.

How much ink is there in the belly of His Royal Highness? Can you write so many good poems in one breath?

Monster! It's simply a monster!

"Father, how many more poems do you have to write?"

Ying Feiyu took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, but he even planned to continue doing it.

"besides……?"

Now, Ying Zheng was even more confused.

"That's of course, this is just the beginning. If the father thinks it's not enough, the son will be able to do it until dawn tomorrow!"

Ying Feiyu said with a smile.

"What?"

Ying Zheng was greatly shocked.

These poems seemed to be imprinted in his mind.

There is not even time to think, and the words are just great sentences!
To be continued...