Seven hundred and fiftieth chapters wedding banquet
After the etiquette in the bridal chamber is completed, the bride holds a fan and waits patiently.
And the groom has to go out to deal with the guests!
The banquet was held in the courtyard of the Gongzi Mansion.
Under the night, all the officials and princes came to the table one after another!
"Your Majesty, you don't know that the poem Mr. Fusu wrote today is really amazing!"
"you do not say!"
"Last night the stars and the wind were on the west side of the painting building and on the east side of Gui Tang. I don't have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind! Your Majesty, tell me, is this poem good...?"
As soon as Fusu came out of the bedroom, he heard the guests at table after table discussing this love poem.
"Is this what Fusu did?"
Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows, as if he couldn't believe it.
How could he not know how talented his son is from childhood to adulthood?
Can you write such a good poem?
That is definitely an extraordinary performance!
"Yes! We heard it with our own ears!"
The ministers nodded repeatedly.
At that time, Fusu and others were surrounded and ridiculed by young people such as Han Xin.
These older generation ministers all leaned back and only heard the sound, but did not see Fusu and Xiao Zhengtai talking to each other before.
So it was natural to think that this poem was written by Fusu, and I was shocked at the time!
"Father...!"
Fusu walked over with a smile and sat at the same table as Ying Zheng, "Father, please don't get me wrong, that poem was written by the emperor's younger brother to help his son out of trouble!"
The new wife is also married, and he doesn't mind telling the truth.
Your talent is limited, everyone can see it, there is nothing to be ashamed of!
If you really take the poems written by Koshota as your own, that would be really embarrassing!
"I see!"
After saying this, Ying Zheng's expression became more natural.
That boy's poetry had already been displayed in the main hall when he first entered the palace, and his talent was beyond doubt!
"Your Highness the Crown Prince?"
The ministers all focused their attention on Ying Feiyu.
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has been engaged to the daughter of Marquis Tongwu. Is this poem written for the future Crown Princess after a lot of hard thinking?"
"That's right! Such a quatrain, how can you just open your mouth and say it? You must have thought about it for a long time! Haha!"
When they heard that it was done by the prince, the senior ministers immediately made fun of him.
In the eyes of these veterans, a good poem must be written word for word, sentence by sentence, after careful consideration for a long time, not to mention such a wonderful poem!
For a moment, all eyes were focused on Ying Feiyu.
Ying Feiyu, on the other hand, held the wine glass and continued to drink it leisurely!
"Sha..."
All the wine at today's banquet is Wuliangye, which is very strong.
Take one sip and it will burn from your throat to your stomach. It is very enjoyable!
"Your Highness the Crown Prince?"
When he raised his head again, everyone was staring at him, and Ying Feiyu was stunned, "Huh? What happened?"
"His Royal Highness the Prince wrote a poem today, but he has been thinking about it for a long time. Is it for the daughter of Marquis Tongwu?"
"No! Just think about it today!"
Ying Feiyu blinked his eyes and said naturally.
"Hiss..."
After hearing this, the veterans suddenly took a breath of cold air.
It almost shocked them!
They would never be able to compose such a good poem in their lifetime, and His Highness the Crown Prince actually said it was said casually?
"What are you doing? Don't believe it? If you want to listen, I will tell you a few more songs...!"
After a few glasses of strong wine, Ying Feiyu got a little drunker, picked up the glass, drank it all, and said swayingly: "Thousands of doors are unlocked and thousands of lights are lit, and the capital is moved in the middle of the first month. Three hundred people are dancing with their sleeves,
As soon as I enter the sky, I sing the lyrics! I have to drink too much to sing, and my youth is a good companion to return to my hometown! The music returns to the courtyard, and the lights come down from the balcony! The trees and silver flowers close together, and the iron locks of the star bridge are opened...!"
"Okay, Feiyu, it's almost done...!"
Ying Feiyu said a lot of good poems and lines in a series, which shocked everyone present.
In the end, Lian'er raised her hand to signal him to stop talking, and winked at Fusu!
Today is Fusu's wedding, and she was the one responsible for this marriage.
Now he is being overtaken by his own son, which is somewhat unjustifiable!
If we don’t stop it, this banquet will probably turn into my son’s poetry party!
"Hey! I listen to my mother!"
After Ying Feiyu smiled at Lian'er, he sat back down in his seat very obediently.
Only then did Ying Zheng and everyone else react.
Even Fusu was immersed in it and was stunned on the spot!
"What a poem! What a poem! Every poem written by Prince Edward is a wonderful poem!"
"I don't think the poems I've written all my life are worth as much as a moment of His Royal Highness!"
"Such a good poem should be recorded immediately!"
"Yes, yes, hurry up and get a pen and ink. I want to record it down. Go back and study hard...!"
The ministers who reacted immediately went crazy.
The one who ordered his servants to get pens and papers couldn't help but praise Ying Feiyu!
There is also a detailed discussion of the verse just mentioned!
There are even some who secretly scold their own children for being useless!
Seeing all this, Ying Feiyu smiled slightly!
This is the benefit of standing on the shoulders of giants!
"Well! Feiyu, go back and copy down the verse just now. I will hang it in the imperial study!"
Ying Zheng took a sip of wine to calm down his shock and ordered Ying Feiyu.
I knew that this guy was good at poetry, but I didn't expect that he could write so many good poems in one breath. He was a genius!
No!
This guy is a genius in every way!
"Ah? This...uh...?"
"What? Didn't you remember the poem just now? Okay! Here it comes!"
Ying Feiyu didn't want to write any poems, so he made an excuse and ran away.
"This brat!"
Ying Zheng didn't understand his intention, so he pretended to be angry and cursed.
"Fusu has also gotten married, and now it's time to help other princes arrange their marriages!"
Watching the father and son bickering, Lian'er had a happy smile on her face.
"Thanks a lot!"
Ying Zheng held Lian'er's hand, his eyes sparkling with love.
"Royal brother, you have to teach me how to compose poetry later. My father always says that the poems I compose are nonsense!"
"Yes, I always thought that the emperor's younger brother was good at doing business and making inventions. I didn't expect that he could write poems so well! He must teach us later!"
"And writing, my father always says that your handwriting is good!"
"Yes, yes, teach us everything...!"
When passing by the prince's table, Ying Feiyu was stopped. If he didn't agree, he wouldn't be allowed to leave.
All right!
I escaped the scumbag dad, but I didn’t escape these guys!
How can he teach poetry? It’s just to read it smoothly!
"Okay! We'll have time when we turn around!"
Ying Feiyu responded with a few simple words and ran away immediately.
After finishing the topic of poetry writing, the ministers began to toast Fusu frequently, as if they would not let him enter the bridal chamber until he was drunk!
Chapter completed!