As the last sentence was finished, the imperial tent suddenly fell into a dead silence.

The civil servants all looked stiff. It was really Xiao Zicheng's poem, and the picture was too strong.

They seemed to vaguely see enemy soldiers rolling in, like black clouds rolling over, trying to destroy the city walls.

The sound of the trumpet resounded throughout the sky, and the blood of the soldiers on the frontier condensed into purple in the cold night.

In order to repay the king's reward and love, he was willing to fight bloody battles for the country until his death.

Emperor Jingping closed his eyes and savored them carefully, only to feel endless aftertaste.

Xiao Zicheng looked at Mr. Wang with a smile, "How about the poems I have written below are higher than those of yours?"

Mr. Wang's face turned blue. Although he was extremely dissatisfied, he knew very well that the poem Xiao Zicheng had just written, whether it was the intention or the emotions he expressed, were beyond his reach.

"The poem written by Master Xiao is indeed wonderful, but rumors are ahead. Unless Master Jiu can write another poem that is comparable to this poem, I will not accept it!"

Seeing that the poems were hard to match Xiao Zicheng, Wang Shilang was extremely sophistry and bit him back.

"Wang Piaofu! Don't bully others too much! You admit that Nephew Xiao made a good job. How could such a wonderful sentence come casually?"

Duke Li Jinglong of Zhao stopped doing it. He was so careless that he pushed Xiao Zicheng to the forefront.

Facing the civil servants who were attacking him, although he was willing to help, he was not good at showing off his words and words.

Now that Xiao Zicheng is a masterpiece, he is so hard to turn over the civil servants. He finally has to overcome the difficulties. How could he sit down and watch Wang Shilang cause trouble?

"Your Majesty, you have to make the decision!!!"

Before Emperor Jingping could speak, Yang Yixing sneered:

"The Duke of the State has cleared a little. As far as we know, the rumors about Shanchengzi stealing poems in the capital have been around for a long time.

The people of Kyoto have different opinions on this matter. Today, His Majesty is in front of you, and it is also the winter hunting ceremony. Isn’t it a great opportunity for Yamashiko to prove her innocence?

I believe that as long as Shan Chengzi makes another masterpiece, no one in the capital will falsely accuse Shan Chengzi of stealing poetry from now on."

"Mr. Yang is right. If Master Xiao can write another good sentence, who dares to talk nonsense in the capital? I will never let you go!"

"That's right, unless Mr. Xiao writes another song!"

All the civil officials agreed.

Zhu Ying's heart that had been let go was hung up again.

Emperor Jingping waved his hand and looked at Xiao Zicheng:

"Is that poem you wrote just now?"

"It's like a feeling. My father often tells me about the cruelty of the battlefield. I was young at that time and felt so annoyed.

My father also said that if the Xiao family can live today, they are all thanks to the holy grace. Even if he is wrapped in a horse and carries a body, he will definitely live up to Your Majesty."

After hearing this, Emperor Jingping couldn't help but look at Xiao Fangzhi, who was still majestic but old-fashioned, and felt extremely emotional.

Look, this is my loyal minister and general!!

No wonder Xiao Zicheng, a little monkey, was able to write a poem about paying respect to you on the golden platform and bringing Jade Dragon to die for you.

This is the effect of the upward movement and the downward movement. The Xiao family will not waste my wish.

Xiao Fangzhi lowered his head and forced himself to suppress his excitement.

It's so pretty!! This little brat really gives parents Xiao a face!!

Looking at Emperor Jingping’s reaction, as long as the Xiao family does not commit suicide, a good life will definitely come later!

Everyone in the tent couldn't help but cast jealous eyes at Xiao Fangzhi. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that with Xiao Zicheng's words, the Xiao family would probably have to use them more in the future.

Emperor Jingping became more satisfied when he looked at Xiao Zicheng at this time, and he said with a smile:

"But what Zhang Qing said is not without reason. The rumors about you in Kyoto will come to an end today.

You will write another poem. If the poem you wrote is not inferior to that of your just now, I will support you in the future!”

Emperor Jingping's words suddenly caused a lot of trouble, and the court officials couldn't help but look at their children, all of whom were sighing.

They knew very well in their hearts how much weight the word "Support" is Emperor Jingping.

"If you can't do it, you will never escape the crime of deceiving the king!" Yang Yixing said coldly.

"I think Lord Yang is really old. I have never heard of Da Zhou being so powerful. Has I Xiao Zicheng owned the eight dou?

Wouldn’t you just open your mouth to write poetry?”

Xiao Zicheng smiled, "Sir Yang, and you bastard Deng Jian, listen to it!"

Deng Jian's face turned green. In front of so many celebrities in the capital, Xiao Zicheng called him a bastard. Isn't this sucking the Deng family's face...

"Xiao Zicheng, don't bully people too much!!"

"Come on, shut your stinky mouth and don't bother me to write poetry!"

Xiao Zicheng glanced at him with disgust. Deng Jian's face turned red with anger and almost fainted.

He couldn't help but look at the third prince in the distance, and his heart was filled with anger.

Xiao Zicheng, don’t be proud for too long. When the third prince thinks you are useless, I will definitely tear you into pieces!!

"The long clouds in Qinghai are dark in the snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass from afar. The yellow sand is wearing golden armor for hundreds of battles, and will not return until Loulan is destroyed."

Xiao Zicheng wrote another poem with both passion and emotion, and then turned his head to look at Mr. Wang:

"Mr. Wang, what else do you have to say now?"

Not only Mr. Wang, but also Yang Yixing's eyes changed:

"This...how is this possible!?"

They were able to climb to this position today, so they were naturally all great talents who were well-read in poetry, but even so they were still shocked.

Emperor Jingping took a deep breath, "Good poem! It's so wonderful! This poem will definitely spread throughout the world!"

Xiao Fangzhi was also shocked, although when Jiangyuan Academy scholars came to visit, they also praised his son for his talent for his poetry.

But after all, it was to listen to others' retelling, and it was far less shocking than what I saw with my own eyes today.

Even though he didn't have much ink in his stomach, he knew that the two poems his son had just written must be excellent.

The third prince Zhu Yong became more curious about Xiao Zicheng and became more convinced of his thoughts.

Li Jinglong laughed:

"Mr. Yang, what do you think of the poem written by Nephew Xiao?"

Although Yang Yixing's expression was normal, his heart was already full of ups and downs, and he was so embarrassed that he was extremely embarrassed.

If he had known that Xiao Zicheng had such a talent for poetry, he would never have spoken out.

"Extremely wonderful!"

Yang Yixing said with a tough bullet.

"Hahaha, Your Majesty, even Lord Yang personally affirmed it. I guess we won this competition!"

Li Jinglong was so happy that he finally beat the civil servants steadily after so long.

The civil servants all looked ashen, and they could only look at Li Jinglong with angrily showing off.

Who made them unable to produce poetry of Xiao Zicheng at such a height?

Emperor Jingping smiled with a smile on his eyes, "This time, Xiao Zicheng won."

As soon as the golden mouth opened, even if the civil officials were quite angry, they could only suppress their annoyance.

On the other hand, the generals were all full of energy and were as happy as if they had won a battle.

Zhu Ying also felt honored and secretly gave Xiao Zicheng a thumbs up.
Chapter completed!