003 Please start your performance

The Empress Dowager is still bargaining with Zhao Dachui.

According to the empress dowager, I would like to give Anle Hou a title and enjoy the salary and nothing to do, even if I am worthy of this brother-in-law.

"I don't want it!" Zhao Dachui was indignant and rushed to the crown.

I don’t know which grandson combed his hair, and his hair was so painful that it was tied up by the golden crown. Zhao Daqiu simply stroked it down, and his movements were quite skillful.

Queen Mother Xiang felt that she could not understand: "Still hammer, it is a customary practice for the children of the royal family to give titles. You are not the legitimate son of the Prince of Yongjia, and you cannot inherit the title of the prince. The title of Anlehou is very good, which means a happy life and a free life, which is not considered a humiliation."

"I don't want peace, I'll be insulted. Oh, I'll be insulted. Oh, I'll be in a contribution to the Song Dynasty! I don't want to be a rice insect, I'll be a historian!"

Queen Mother Xiang felt that it was not reliable to be an eight-year-old child as a historian: "Slayhammer, you are young and like to play, so I am afraid you can't stand the hard work of being on duty!"

"Ganluo can be prime minister at the age of twelve. I'm eight years old. Is it too much to be a historian? How rare do you think I'm afraid of a big official position?"

It's really not rare!

If it weren't for this broken system and forcing me to do it, it would be great to be Anlehou who was just a slutty person who was waiting to die.

Well, it doesn't seem to be very good either, and it will be over in a few years.

Cao Lima, who replied in seconds, interrupted: "The revision of the history of this dynasty, often has Hanlin scholars as editor-in-chief. If the marquis has no fame and reputation, he may not be able to convince the public."

"Does it take such a high level of culture to record the emperor's daily life?"

What education do you need for a humanoid recorder?

The Empress Dowager smiled: "Uncle doesn't know anything. This dynasty does not pay attention to daily life, but focuses on national history and calendar compilation."

Zhao Ji, who rushed over, was not very happy: "You said you want to be my historian and be responsible for my daily life. I'll ask you, what are your talents and what kind of writing backgrounds do you have?"

A little brat, I can’t do anything, and I follow me like a follower. I remember this and that when I’m fine, I hate it!

Talent Zhao Dahui knew that, like a talent show, the mentor said "showing his talents" as soon as he came on the stage, which was nothing more than singing and dancing.

What the hell is the origin of writing?

"What does it mean?"

[Ask you what works you have, the kind that you can make a name for yourself.]

[Children can't do it, go down!]

【Down!】

[Use Tang poetry or Su Shi's.]

【idiot!】

[Are you afraid that others don’t know that you copied it?]

[Copy from the Ming and Qing Dynasties or the Southern Song Dynasty?]

[Zhao Yi's "On the Second Poetry", suitable for the scene!]

【Yeah, bragging is the most suitable.】

Zhao Dahui said, "Thank you, Lao Tie", and like the host looked at the telescope, he opened his mouth and "recited" it: "The poems of Li and Du are passed down from thousands of words, but it still feels that they are not new. There are talented people in the country who have emerged in the past, and they have been leading the way for hundreds of years."

This is OK!

Zhao Ji and Cai Jing are both great poets and prose, and you will know the power of this poem as soon as you hear it.

Although the poem has simple and simple words and its tone is crazy, the one who writes poetry does not think that his poem is too white and overwhelming than Dongpo?

I'm just embarrassed to say it, afraid that others will brag.

It is perfect for Zhao Dachui, a little brat, to express everyone's voice.

Children are talking nonsense!

Accuse a child of bragging is too nitpicking, and a gentleman will not do anything.

Cai Jing is a gentleman—at least he thinks so—of course he will not be as knowledgeable as a little brat: "This poem is still a masterpiece, but I don't know if there are other works?"

Zhao Ji also smiled and said, "Since you call it the second, there must be one, right?"

But it turned out that it was Zhao Dachui, who read the "second" and it was quite charming of "there should be applause here".

Now Zhao Ji wants one, and even wants the third one, so Zhao Dahui gets blind.

He didn't know anything, so he asked for help: "Old men, please make a quick call and wait online."

[Haha, this kid is a fool.]

【I won't tell you.】

【I won't tell you.】

[That's right, no, let me tell you. Sing together!]

【First,…】

【Third,…】

【There are four and five…】

There are still many good people!

Zhao Dachui sincerely thanked his friends who spoke, and even more sincerely thanked the eight generations of ancestors of those who made fun of each other and started his own performance.

"First, the vitality is transforming, and the workers are trying to strive for new things every day. They are ready to support the new ideas for five hundred years, and they feel old again after a thousand years."

"Third, one eye must be independent, and all the art gardens are full of yellow. Dwarves have never seen them watching plays, they always tell their shortcomings."

Cai Jingfu Xiu tasted it: "Well, one of them, the words are a little more neat, and the arrogance of young people is not so obvious. Third, hehe, it is inconvenient for me to evaluate."

Zhao Ji smiled: "The Grand Tutor is not to mention that the Emperor is saying that we are all dwarves, and we only know how to follow the crowd, without our own opinions and innovative ideas."

You said yes, the world is changing too fast, and I don’t understand very well.

Zhao Ji said again: "But there are four more?"

"You've had enough. Do you think I'm a mutton skewer, come one by one."

"Is it gone?"

"It's really gone!"

Uncle, even if you have one, you won’t recite it anymore. Are you holding a poetry conference here?

Zhao Ji nodded without feeling satisfied: "Uncle Huang is so proud of his ability and literary talent at such a young age. But if he wants to accompany me, it is not enough to be familiar with poetry."

Is this insistence on taking the exam for talent?

You can’t dance, but you can sing, but will the people of the Song Dynasty like the tune of “Come on, make a fool of yourself”?

Or do you learn from someone who "I had a car accident and had a powder fracture throughout my body", or "had been premature for more than eight months", or "had both parents died since childhood,"?

【Start your performance, sexy young!】

【Sing!】

[You can sing songs from the Song Dynasty? Or do you want to sell miserable things!]

【Yes, yes, right, upstairs is right.】

[Your grandpa was killed by the Japanese when he was eight years old?]

【Nonsense, when my grandfather and I were young, the Japanese were still tadpoles.】

【To what you like!】

This suggestion is quite reliable.

The question is, what does Zhao Ji like?

He likes everything except serious business, and it can also be said that he can do everything except serious business, and he does everything quite well.

Calligraphy is a masterpiece, and flower and bird paintings are also extraordinary. Both Cuju and Shuanglu are also very proficient. The most fatal thing is that people have been very handsome since childhood and are also handsome when they are old.

After thinking for a while, Zhao Dachui felt helpless and found that he seemed to be unable to play with him!

The people in the live broadcast room are no longer competing, they are all thinking about how to get along with others.
Chapter completed!