Li Ying didn't believe that Li Yu was a fool who could write poems.

Often, those two poems were bought by Li Yuhua for a large sum of money, and they were specially taken to the Duke of Zhenguo to show off.

Today, he exposed Li Yu's trick in public, so that he could reveal his true identity in front of his father.

After hearing his words, Li Ju and the kings all frowned secretly.

They all knew Li Yu's sensation.

But no matter how clear it is, no one will point it out.

Brothers, why bother to expose their shortcomings?

But now, Li Ying just lets Li Yu write poems in public. Isn’t this equivalent to making him look ugly in front of his father?

Li Hao glared at Li Ying with dissatisfaction and said in a deep voice: "Eighth Brother!"

Your trick will not hurt Li Yu at all, but will leave the impression of a narrow-minded and embarrassing brother to his father.

really.

Li Hui smiled happily, but her face fell down.

Du Wanrou, who was sitting next to Li Hui, smiled and said softly: "Your Majesty, I am very impressed by Yu'er's poem written in the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion. Today, why not let Yu'er make another poem!"

Li Hui felt more and more unhappy.

Li Ying is fooling around, you, a mother, are you fooling around with him?

Before Li Hui could speak, Du Wanrou looked directly at Li Yu and asked with a smile: "Would Yu'er be willing to write another poem to cheer everyone up?"

Li Yu met Du Wanrou's gaze.

In her eyes, he could not feel warmth, only coldness.

Du Wanrou is over fifty years old, but she is in excellent maintenance.

He looks like he is only in his forties.

There are no wrinkles on the face and no gray hair.

Judging from his appearance, although he is not beautiful, he is also dignified and beautiful.

Li Yu put down the chopsticks in his hand and said happily: "Isn't it just writing a poem? What's the difficulty?"

Don't talk about writing a poem.

I can recite all three hundred Tang poems to you!

I can also give you three hundred Song lyrics to you!

Looking at Li Yu who was full of confidence, Du Wanrou narrowed her eyes slightly.

Li Ying sneered at him and said loudly: "Seventeenth brother, don't talk big in front of his father. You must know that deceiving the king is a death sentence!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud bang in his earlobes was heard.

Li Hui's palms were slapped on the table.

This sudden sound scared everyone present to tremble and pale.

Li Ying also realized that he had said the wrong thing, so he hurriedly left the seat and knelt on the ground.

Du Wanrou leaned towards Li Hui, gently stroked Li Hui's arm, and said, "Your Majesty, don't be angry, Ying'er... just said a moment of disloyal."

As she spoke, she turned her eyes to Li Ying, who was kneeling below.

Li Ying immediately kowtowed forward and said, "Please forgive me for your sins!"

Li Hui snorted heavily and waved her sleeves unhappily.

Li Ying felt relieved and stood up from the ground and sat back on her seat in a regular manner.

As soon as he sat down, Li Yu stood up, took a glass of wine, held it with both hands, raised it to Li Hui, and said, "My son, I wish you a glass of wine first!"

Li Hui finally showed a smile on her face, picked up the cup, and drank to Li Yu.

After drinking a glass of wine, Li Yu poured another glass, and at the same time, he was thinking quickly.

After a moment, he chanted word by word:

"Don't you see that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, flows to the sea and never returns.

"Didn't you see, the mirror in the high hall is sad and the white hair is as white as black hair, and the morning is like snow in the evening.

"You must be happy when you are in a happy life, and don't let the golden cup face the moon empty.

"I was born to be useful, and I will come back after all my money is gone.

"It is fun to cook sheep and slaughter cattle, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time."

In order to crush Li Ying and Du Wanrou, Li Yu brought out a killing weapon, the poet Li Bai.

Li Bai's poem "About Wine" is also one of Li Yu's favorite poems.

The whole poem is full of passion, passionate, sad and crazy, like a storm.

After Li Yu finished reciting the poem, he drank the wine in the glass again. Then, he poured another cup and raised it to Du Wanrou, as if he was a little drunk, and said, "Imperial Concubine, Yu'er wishes you a cup."

Your play is finished, and now it’s time for me to perform!

Du Wanrou really didn't expect that Li Yu would write another good poem that was amazing and beautiful, and could be passed down through the ages.

Seeing Li Yu toasting her, she realized after a while.

She subconsciously picked up the wine glass and said softly: "You are polite."

Li Yuhan smiled and said, "This glass of wine is for you, and it is also for Concubine Dai Ning to thank the imperial concubine for her teachings."

Du Wanrou didn't understand what Li Yu meant for a moment, and she asked in confusion: "Teaching?"

Li Yu said seriously: "Last time, the Imperial Concubine and Concubine Ning met in the Imperial Garden. Because she did not see Concubine Ning salute, she punished Concubine Ning to kneel in the Imperial Garden for half an hour.

"When I heard this, I felt deeply that my mother was not doing well. I should be generous and obvious in giving a gift, so that I can see it!

"Otherwise, such a misunderstanding will definitely happen in the future. Therefore, Yu'er wants to serve Concubine Ning. Thank you for your teachings. Yu'er will do it first!"

As he spoke, he raised his head and drank the glass of wine.

In the hall, it was silent.

Even Li Ju stared at Li Yu in disbelief.

Where is this toast?

How come this is receiving teachings?

This is almost like pointing at the imperial concubine's nose and scolding you, a narrow-minded poisonous woman.

Just because the gift is small, I will be punished to kneel for half an hour. Even if you are the lord of the harem, it would be too much to do this.

What's more, you are not punished by ordinary palace maids or eunuchs, but a dignified concubine.

He is a woman who gave birth to children for the emperor.

Even the emperor would not punish the concubine so severely because of this small mistake.

At this time, Du Wanrou had almost the same expression as Li Ju.

She never dreamed that Li Yu would talk about this in public.

The emperor does not care about the harem or what happens in the harem, the emperor usually does not know.

But now, Li Yu actually said it in public.

After a while, Du Wanrou's body shook and subconsciously looked at Li Hui beside her.

Li Hui was also looking at her, but the coldness in her eyes made her feel strange.

She said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, this...is a misunderstanding..."

"So, the imperial concubine means that Seventeen is lying now, and what he said has never happened."

"No...No...Your Majesty, I'm..."

Li Hui did not look at her again. He stood up and walked directly to Tang Yiren.

Tang Yiren was also stupid at this time.

She didn't know that Li Yu knew about the fact that she was punished to kneel down, and Li Yu told her about it in public.

Seeing Li Hui coming, she was so scared that she knelt on her knees, her eyes were wet and red and said anxiously: "Yu'er..."

Before she could finish her words, Li Hui had already pulled her up from the ground.

Looking at Tang Yiren, whose eyes were red, his face was red with anxiety, and his ears were panicked and frightened, suddenly, Li Hui felt that the woman in front of her was mature, charming, beautiful, and also a little cute.

"It's my negligence to make you wronged."

No matter how serious the mistake she made back then, so many years have passed and it should have disappeared.

Think about the woman who has been ignored by the emperor for more than ten years. Even if she is the title of a concubine, she has suffered so much grievances in the harem.
Chapter completed!