Zhou Heng lowered his head and listened, looking at the outskirts of his eyes.

Peng Li was a man in his thirties in his brocade robe, wearing a plain brocade robe, without a feather crown, and not wearing a court suit. It was difficult for a moment to distinguish his identity.

He clasped his fists slightly at the third prince Zhu Bingxun, then he looked aloud at the prince and the people from the Imperial College opposite him and said:

"There is no beauty in the New Year, and the grass buds are shocked in early February. The snow is still late in spring, so it penetrates the trees in the courtyard to make flying flowers.

The plum snow is competing for spring but is unwilling to surrender, and the money is paid for the Sao Ren Pavilion. The plum is three points whiter than the snow, but the snow is one piece of fragrance. "

Zhou Heng narrowed his eyes. It seemed that this person was quite good at knowing things. These two poems are Zhou Heng’s favorites, especially the one in the latter. When you read the snow plum blossoms, you can smell the cold fragrance of plum blossoms. This momentum and scenery are very consistent with today.

The third prince Zhu Bingxun laughed loudly, applauded slowly, and looked at Zhou Heng seriously.

"I would like to thank my elder brother for the banquet today. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to see it. Such a beautiful or heroic poem, suddenly, like a plum beard that is three points whiter than the snow, but the snow is a bit fragrant! I am drunk with peach blossoms in my hand, looking at the snowy scenery outside, I really make my brother feel very moved. What a good poem!"

The prince was already standing in the center of the hall, and he walked around these twenty poems, and his shock was even stronger.

So what kind of existence Zhu Xiaochang is? No matter who is a person in the Imperial Academy, he will not be able to catch up with him.

Recently, it is not enough to read in front of Zhu Yunmo and Zhou Heng. This poem is not in the same rank at all.

Zhu Yunmo followed Zhou Heng for a long time. Could it be that the poem he just wrote also came from Zhou Heng?

Or, was it from Zhou Heng’s training?

So in Zhu Yunmo's eyes, those great scholars were nothing at all, and they didn't bother to follow them and waste time?

The prince narrowed his eyes, "What my third brother said is reasonable. Today I opened my eyes. Can Yunmo still write a poem about snow scenes and plum blossoms?"

Such a sudden sentence made everyone around him stunned. They wrote it just now, but now they still have to write it. What does this mean?

However, seeing the prince's eyes with the joy of inquiry, Zhu Yunmo didn't know what to do for a moment.

His eyes fell on Zhou Heng, and Zhou Heng nodded slightly.

Zhu Yunmo picked up the wine cup, stood up and raised his head to dry the peach blossoms in the wine cup. The spicy taste instantly became hot from the mouth to the stomach.

With the alcohol, Zhu Yunmo shook his body, pressed his red cheeks and looked out the door.

After thinking about the notes Zhou Heng handed over, he immediately raised his hand and pointed out the window and said:

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eight or ninety pieces"

Before Zhu Yunmo finished reciting, several Imperial College students opposite him were already raising their heads and laughing. The prince instantly turned back to look at them. These people were startled and quickly curled their smiles.

Zhu Yunmo paused, shook his body for a while, as if he was getting a little drunk at this moment, and then shook his arm and continued:

"It's true, they are all like flies, they really make people irritate, and they are gone for the interest of writing poetry? Let me say it again, one piece, two piece, three piece, four piece, five, six, seven, eighty or ninety piece, thousands of pieces, countless pieces, flying into the plum blossoms, but they don't see them."

After saying the last sentence, Zhu Yunmo sat in front of the table. Zhou Heng quickly stepped up, supported Zhu Yunmo, and apologized to the prince and the third prince.

"Your Highness, Prince Ning has been very tired recently. He stared at the peach blossom winemaking workshop every day. He did everything himself, fearing that the tribute wine in the palace would not be enough, so he seemed to be unable to drink today. Zhou Heng took the prince back to rest and said goodbye first."

The prince quickly waved his hand and signaled several eunuchs to come forward to help.

"Hurry, you guys help the Zhou Yuan judge send Prince Ning back. Today, this palace has failed to monitor. Yun Mo is really tired after working hard for several days. You can go back and rest quickly. As for the lottery of the poem, it will be sent tomorrow."

Zhou Heng quickly stood up, "thank you, my highness, I will give up."

As he said that, Zhou Heng saluted to both sides.

The guests around him didn't care much about Zhou Heng, so they threw out these ten masterpieces and stood up and gave in a humble manner. Zhou Heng took a few steps back and quickly helped Zhu Yunmo leave.

In the hall behind him, the prince looked around.

"Although Zhou Yuan has passed away, the vote for this poem will continue. I haven't seen such a knowledgeable person for a long time. Third brother, don't you?"

The third prince Zhu Bingxun smiled and nodded his head and looked at Zhu Xiaochang.

"It can't help but be ten poems judged by Zhou Yuan. Even the two poems by Prince Ning, Zhu Yunmo, who can be carefully savored, will definitely not be inferior. Such catchy words have a unique artistic conception.

As the saying goes, it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. This is the same with learning and writing poetry. Compared with such simple poems, poems made of gorgeous words seem too simple, and can be savored carefully, and seem to have deeper meaning."

After saying that, Zhu Bingxun stood up, walked over with the note in his hand, and raised it to everyone for a look.

"What I cast is Zhou Heng's two spring snow poems, and Zhu Yunmo's snow poems."

After saying that, he didn't communicate with others and went straight back to his own position.

Then Peng Li, who had just been moved, stood up, walked quickly to the center of the hall, stood in front of the jar, and raised his note high to display it. The content on it was exactly the same as Zhu Bingxun's.

The two of them stood up one after another, and the notes had been written long ago. It seemed that their views were very consistent, and then both sides began to get up to vote.

Zhu Xiaochang was very nervous because when he looked at the people around him, these people did not look at him at all.

Needless to say, they must have changed their initial thoughts because of the support of the third prince Zhu Bingxun. After a while, the vote ended, and Eunuch He led people to start counting votes.

Without a cup of tea, the tickets had been sorted out, and with the final result, I bowed to the prince.

"Reporting to the Crown Prince, the vote count has been completed. The first one is Chunxue II judged by the Zhou Yuan, the second one is Chunxue I judged by the Zhou Yuan, the third one is Xue of Prince Ning, and the fourth tenth one is Young Master Zhu Xiaochang of the Ning Palace."

After saying this, Eunuch He quickly knelt down on the ground. The result was really embarrassing. Zhou Heng had eight poems in the top ten, Zhu Yunmo won a third place, and Zhu Xiaochang only had one of the ten poems in the top ten as comfort.

The prince looked at Zhu Xiaochang on the seat with a smile on his face and waved to Eunuch Cong.

"Put it away, frame these poems and make someone copy them. I think the whole capital will spread tomorrow. You will prepare two gifts to the mansion of Prince Ning and the magistrate of the Zhou Yuan. The rewards agreed upon will be indispensable."

Zhu Xiaochang's face turned red at this time, he stood up, held a huge wine cup and saluted the prince.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, I am willing to accept the loss. If Xiaochang loses, he will naturally have to be fined ten glasses of wine."

As he said that, he poured all the wine from the small wine cup on the table into the cup in his hand, closed his eyes and raised his head to drink the wine.

As soon as the spicy wine penetrated his throat, Zhu Xiaochang almost suffocated.

However, I still endured the eye-catching feeling and drank the wine. The cup fell on the table. The person was also a little drunk and confused. He smiled at the Emperor Changsun beside him.

"I failed Huang Sun's expectations, I lost, but lost miserably."

After saying that, he sat in front of the desk, his eyes were already a little confused.

Emperor Changsun looked nervous and frowned slightly at Zhu Xiaochang, but he could not show any displeasure or complaint at this time, as if he had heard nothing, but just called the eunuch and the palace maid to approach.

"Hurry up and help Mr. Zhu down, prepare a sobering soup for him, and take a break from behind. He was drinking too quickly and felt a little uncomfortable, but I admire him for having such credit."

The prince glanced at Emperor Changsun, without blame, or said anything, but just raised the wine cup.

"I deserve a drink today."

Everyone stood up and quickly bowed and picked up the cup to drink a glass of wine.

Just as he sat down, Zhu Bingxun looked at Peng Li not far away.

Peng Li didn't say anything, but quickly copied the poems into the booklet. Zhu Bingxun glanced at him and smiled before looking at the emperor Changsun.
Chapter completed!