"Could it be that I can't even suppress this child?" Wang Juxian frowned and immediately threw the poem he had just thought out of his mind and began to think again.

"The poem "The Third Prince" is really vivid and beautiful, and the fact that it was transformed into a poem in an instant is simply incredible!"

"The third prince is definitely a genius in the literary world..." One person praised him, and others praised him one after another.

Liu Zhen sat in the pavilion and briefly read the poem. He was stunned for a moment and thought to himself: "Oh? Didn't Taifu Li, who taught Xiaosanzi before, say that he is not good at reading... When did Xiaosanzi have such high attainments in poetry?

"

Liu Che, who had become the focus of everyone for a while, was a little nervous at the moment, but after listening to everyone's comments, he became more and more complacent. He waved his sleeves and said proudly: "Well, I have another song that I just picked up on the road.

This poem is called "Hoeing"..."

"It's noon on the day of hoeing, sweat drops, sweat drops on the soil..." Before anyone else could speak, Liu Che immediately "composed" another poem and continued: "Who knows what's in the plate... In the plate, in the plate

…”

This kid was so proud that he got stuck here again. His little face turned red from suppressing his emotions, and his eyes couldn't help but search for "Fifth Brother" in the crowd. After searching for a long time, he finally saw Li Yi in the corner of the crowd.

He blinked hastily and asked for help.

"Meal..." Li Yi winked and made a gesture. The other party immediately understood and continued: "Who knew that the food on the plate is not bitter at all?"

"This kid is finished..." Li Yi glared and almost sat down on the ground in anger. His face was full of hatred, and his heart was even more annoyed: I have taught you for three hours, and you are still here.

Didn’t remember!

"Good poem, good poem! The third prince's poem is informal, but it also conveys the meaning of compassion for the farmers. At a young age, he has already known the suffering of the people. The old monk is very pleased..." Before everyone could react,

The monk in cassocks already started to praise.

An old man in a green robe from one of the six Ci sects stood up. He had a long gray beard, and in his movements, he looked a bit like everyone in the Ci world. The old man stroked his beard and said with admiration: "Especially the

This last sentence, every grain is not bitter! It reflects the prince’s good hope for a good harvest in our Han Dynasty, it is really wonderful!"

"What Mr. Gong said is very reasonable. This sentence is really wonderful..." Everyone agreed, and for a while, the entire Peony Poetry Society seemed to have become a personal performance of Liu Che.

But the people present were all very interested in poetry and couplets. How could a seven or eight-year-old child be allowed to take the lead?

A woman in palace attire standing next to the flowers smiled slightly, pursed her lips and said to the many women around her: "Little girl, there is also a poem here. Although it is not as exquisite as the third prince's poem, it is still to start with, so that you don't have to worry about it.

Sisters dare not write poems after the third prince..."

Although this woman is not very beautiful, standing there gives people a feeling of calm as water, a sense of intimacy from the inside out, making people feel that she is as approachable as the sister next door.

"It's rare for Sister Zhiqing to be so elegant, so I'm naturally all ears!" Princess Jade and the women beside her responded with a smile.

Princess Zhiqing tilted her head slightly and chanted:

"Who wouldn't praise the peonies and take advantage of Long Ran's good things?

It is suspected to be the work of ghosts and gods, and it is more charming than the red clouds."

"Princess Zhiqing's poem is really graceful and beautiful! I admire it, I admire it!" Wang Juxian waved his folding fan gently, raised the corner of his mouth in a chic arc, and was the first to compliment.

"Incisive!" A girl who has admired Wang Juxian for a long time said hurriedly: "The poem is beautiful, and Mr. Wang's comments are also extremely incisive!"

"Fart!" Li Yi felt very unhappy when he heard the compliments from these people. He curled his lips and muttered in a low voice.

"This poem of mine is just a piece of cake to attract jade!" Princess Zhiqing was praised in this way, her cheeks suddenly flew up, she turned to look at Princess Jade beside her, and said with a soft smile: "Sister, I am the one who attracted the attention.

Yu'er, why don't you come out yet?"

When Princess Zhiqing changed her target, everyone suddenly remembered that there really was one of the most talented women in the capital present!

"Yes, Princess Jade is the most talented woman in our capital!"

"Sister Yu, just compose a poem and ask me to learn from it..."

Princess Jade suddenly became the focus of everyone. She was already a little shy under so many gazes, but now she was complimented by a group of people. A trace of pink quickly appeared on her cheeks. This touch of pink made her whole body look like a shy flower.

The peonies waiting to bloom are beautiful but not at all charming.

Liu Yugai lowered her head slightly, pursed her lips slightly shyly, and said in a voice like an oriole: "Then, let me compose a little poem!"

"When all the flowers bloom, they begin to emit their fragrance, and their fragrant name is pronounced as the King of Flowers.

She actually boasts that she is unrivaled in the world and has the best fragrance in the world."

She was still a little shy before reciting poems, but as soon as she opened her mouth, her shyness disappeared, and her eyes were full of confidence. When people looked at it, they felt that the peonies that had just bloomed had already bloomed in an instant, and she stood quietly in the crowd.

, is like a blooming peony among the blooming flowers. The woman beside her, no matter how charming the flowers are, cannot match her exquisite temperament.

After the poem was recited, everyone was silent for a long time. I don't know whether they were shocked by the beauty of Kao Peony, or attracted by the temperament of the beauty who breathed softly from the lotus mouth.

"Pa bang bang -" A burst of cheerful applause broke the brief calm. After Liu Yu heard the applause, Xiafei looked up following the sound, only to see that annoying "wild boy" at a glance.

Zheng was standing opposite, with his mouth wide open, and he clapped his hands and praised: "Well, this poem by the princess has written the solemn and solemn feeling of peony, calm and peaceful... What a good poem!"

"Hmph! Why is this shameless person here! He is ignorant and incompetent. This comment must not have come to his own mind. It must have been said by someone around him and overheard..." Liu Yu dug in fiercely.

He glanced at Li Yi, then turned away and stopped looking at him.

Li Yi saw that his fiancée seemed to have a lot of opinions about him, and he was suddenly shocked - I made such an incisive comment, and this girl didn't even smile!

"Ah, sister really wrote a good poem, I admire you!" Liu Che saw the fifth brother raising a flag and shouting, and immediately charged forward. Unexpectedly, just after a few words of praise, he rolled his eyes as if he was remembering something.

, hehehe laughed twice, and said coyly: "I, I have another song here..."

This boy seemed to be bursting with poetry at this moment, and was about to recite a poem again, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted.

"The prince's poems are too beautiful. If I ask you to compose another poem, then the young man will not dare to compose a poem!" Wang Juxian finally couldn't help it. Looking at the current situation, if he didn't compose a poem at the moment, the third prince Liu Che in front of him would

Once the "poetry" flourishes, where can I show my face?

"Well, well, that's right!" Liu Che waved his hand and smiled generously: "That makes sense. This Peony Poetry Society has to have a hundred schools of thought contend! I won't talk about this "Shocking the World" for now. Got it!"

"Good boy... This little kid is addicted to feelings. How dare you write this poem? You have to find a chance to remind this kid!" Li Yi was so frightened by the title of this poem that he saw it at this moment. When the third prince was interrupted, he immediately secretly rejoiced.

Wang Juxian looked around and saw that the audience's attention had been focused on him. He waved his folding fan and said with a smile: "The young man has just been inspired by the third prince. Now he is also making a fool of himself. This poem is called "Ode to Peony" …”

Wang Juxian shook his folding fan, looked at the group of women standing in front of the peonies with burning eyes, smiled and chanted:

"Powder makeup condenses jade bones,

The fragrance enters the floating clouds.

Brushing the flowers with bare hands,
Chapter completed!