Li Muyun raised his head and looked at Li Shimin with an aggrieved expression: "Your Majesty, I have difficulty choosing!"

"What choice difficulty?" Li Shimin frowned slightly.

"Your Majesty, you are afraid you don't know yet? I have a nickname in Shanyin County, called 'Psychic Gate', which means that there are too many poems, so you asked me to write poems with the title of Spring. I don't know which one is better to choose at this time." Li Muyun spread his hands and explained.

Shameless, so shameless. How can a person be so shameless? He has not written a poem, but he is just delaying time there, but he is so righteous!

The ‘Vice Principal’ cursed in his heart, but said in a joking manner: “Then Mr. Li has many poems about spring? Why not recite them all and let’s taste them together? I believe that your Majesty will definitely choose a good one from them at that time.”

To be honest, there was only less than a quarter of an hour before and after. The ‘Vice Principal’ would never believe that Li Muyun could write several poems in such a short time. In his opinion, this was the gentle scum bluffing!

However, Li Muyun seemed to have not understood his joke at all. Instead, he said in a bit of confusion: "Isn't that good? If that's the case, if I win, you old man would probably say that I'm bullying the less."

Speaking of this, the "Vice Principal" didn't care about anything. Anyway, Li Shimin already knew what happened, and it was meaningless to hide it. He said directly: "Hmph, how could I be as shameless as you think? Li Muyun, don't worry, as long as you can win, I will resign and leave immediately without saying a word, but if you lose, I will probably not have the face to continue in the Imperial Academy in front of His Majesty."

Li Muyun was waiting for the old guy's words. Seeing that he said it on his own initiative, he couldn't help but smile: "That's right, you old man will not give up until the Yellow River, and will not cry until you see the coffin. Today I will let you see what a genius is."

"Speak less nonsense and show your poems!" The 'Vice Principal' was still full of confidence in his poems. He never believed that Li Muyun, a young man, would surpass him.

However, at this moment, Li Muyun suddenly showed a embarrassed expression again, and after holding it in for a long time, he said again: "No, I still don't know which song to choose."

"Oh, why are you so troublesome? Why don't you read all the poems in the first half, and then we will all help you choose." Among the people present, only Changle, the little girl, took Li Muyun's words as real and took the initiative to help him come up with ideas.

Everyone else was standing aside and watching Li Muyun act there with the excitement. No one believed that Li Muyun would write several poems in such a short time. Of course, limerick is not counted.

Even a few old guys who followed Li Shimin to the Imperial Academy had completely given up on watching the fun and ran to the pits not far away to play. One or two were stuffed into the pits with the help of the imperial guards of the palace.

Li Shimin didn't seem to want to make trouble or continue. After hearing Changle's words, he glared at Li Muyun and said, "Then do as my daughter wants. Li Muyun, say half of your poems, I will naturally choose for you."

"Okay." Li Muyun nodded. Although he wanted to pretend for a while, he still understood the principle of stopping. So he nodded and cleared his throat according to Li Shimin's wishes: "Let's go first: the clouds think about clothes, flowers think about appearance, and the spring breeze blows through the threshold and the dew is thick; the second: the light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, and the grass looks close from a distance but nothing is seen; the third: the grass grows long, the warblers fly in February, and the willows blow on the embankment and are drunk on the spring smoke; the fourth..."

"Stop, stop quickly!" Before Li Muyunji could recite, Li Shimin had already interrupted him, frowned and paced back and forth.

But the "vice principal" stood aside with a pale face and looked at Li Muyun with fear.

Not to mention what the fourth poem will be, the first three "half poems" are no longer under his poem. If he is allowed to continue, God knows how many more will be.

Of course, the ‘Vice Principal’ would not think that Li Muyun’s poems were copied, because based on his knowledge, if Li Muyun’s three poems were copied, he could have found some clues from his memory.

After all, you can confirm that the first half of the three poems are all handed down, and it is impossible that they will never be known after someone has made them. Besides, even if he doesn't know, how could the Emperor Li Shimin, the Emperor, not even the Emperor, not know, and no one else knows it?

Looking at the faces of everyone's confusion and shock, "Vice Principal" was sure that none of the people present had heard of these three poems, which proves that these three poems were indeed written by Li Muyun.

It's a pity that everyone present was deceived by Li Muyun, a guy from more than 1,300 years later.

Li Shimin's idea is actually similar to the "Vice Principal". He has never heard of these three poems. Moreover, because of the lessons of the past, His Majesty the Emperor still has 80% trust in Li Muyun. After all, there were four or five poems including "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" before, and the five poems were written by Li Muyun.

So what His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty is not who is the original author of the poem, but who is entangled with the complete version of the poem he wants to listen to.

It turns out that this is a difficult choice! Li Shimin went around several circles and suddenly found that he also had difficulty choosing because he didn't know which song he should choose to listen to.

Because in his opinion, these three poems with only half a line have completely crushed the one of the "Vice Principal", as long as you take out a complete version of Li Muyun, you will win, and naturally you don't have to take out the other two.

Moreover, it seems that Li Muyun is not the only one who has been infected with the difficulty of choice. His Majesty the Emperor is not the only one who has been infected with the Emperor. One or two of the ministers who followed the Emperor are also very confused.

Because of their different personalities and preferences, they each have their own favorites in the three poems. However, the other two seem to be masterpieces that have been passed down from generation to generation, and of course it would be good if you can listen to them.

It was so entangled. Everyone who had difficulty choosing had no idea for a moment. They were all thinking hard, and they all wanted to compare the best one from these three semi-finished products.
Chapter completed!