"My Qing Dynasty not only has a destruction empress dowager, but also a prodigal emperor?!"

The heavy snow flew in front of Kangxi, constantly hitting his face, dyeing his braids and eyebrows all white.

Kangxi just now would pat the snow on his body, but now he is too lazy to take care of it and just feels speechless.

"I want to see him!"

Kangxi felt his chest was full of breath, and he would not be happy without venting.

Jiang Yi thought, and on the mirror of time and space, a Qianlong who was going down the south of the Yangtze River appeared.

At this time, Qianlong was sitting in a cruise ship, enjoying the delicious local cuisine.

"Haha, everyone in the world says Jiangnan is good, I think Jiangnan is really good!"

Qianlong looked at the authentic Jiangnan cuisine in front of him, especially when he caught a glimpse of the cucumber, his mouth couldn't help but lift it.

"This is the love of this scene, I will use it as a poem!"

Qianlong straightened his back, hummed, picked up a cucumber himself, and glanced at the accompanying minister.

"Everyone, who can write a poem with cucumber?"

The ministers all knew Qianlong's personality. When they saw his condition, they knew that the "Political Emperor" Qianlong was going to take action. Who would steal the limelight?

"Your Majesty, I still need to think about it!"

"Your Majesty, how could this cucumber make a decent verse?"

"Your Majesty, this is really a difficult problem!"

The ministers all looked like they frowned and shook their heads in confusion.

Qianlong looked at a close minister beside him, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Heshen, have you ever thought of a poem?"

His original name was Shanbao, and now he is now Niuhulu Heshen's minister, immediately shook his head: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I really can't think of it. How can there be great talents in this world who can write poems with cucumbers?"

"If there is such a genius, the slave will definitely admire him!"

"Hahaha, where is Ji Xiaolan!"

Qianlong glanced at Ji Xiaolan again.

"this……"

Ji Xiaolan had actually thought of several songs in his mind, but just as he was about to speak, he saw Heshen interrupting, "Your Majesty, how could he know Ji Xiaolan!"

"Haha, I don't know if he sees it!"

"Or otherwise, according to his personality, I would have spoken long ago!"

Qianlong was too lazy to control Ji Xiaolan, and looked at the ministers and smiled: "It seems that all my dear friends are like me!"

"I only had a poem in my heart when I first saw this cucumber!"

Kangxi put the cucumber into his mouth, chewed it into pieces, and swallowed it in.

Then, he picked up the folding fan with his right hand, and with a "bang!", he opened the folding fan very skillfully.

Seeing that Qianlong might be hot, Heshen quickly took out his fan and slapped behind him.

Qianlong's face suddenly changed, he was very serious and said with a sound:

“The best dish is Yanjing!”

"How about the new thing in February!"

"The frame is pressed and tied to the fence is in a proper manner!"

"The scenery of the Tian family is painted with true feelings!"

As soon as this poem was released, the professional dragon fart team of Qianlong version was silent for three seconds, and looked like they listened carefully.

Then, he slapped his thighs, got up and cheered, and clapped!

"good!"

"good!"

Many ministers cheered loudly, and Ji Xiaolan's eyes were straightened.

Moreover, the ministers continued to repeat the poem.

So, many ministers appeared, surrounding a large table, staring at the same plate of cucumbers, shaking their heads 360 degrees while as if they were appreciating.

"Good poem!"

"Good poem!!!"

"Your Majesty's poem can be a quatrain for the ages, and you will definitely be a celebrity in the future generations!"

"Your Majesty's poem is really a pity when Li Bai heard it, and Du Fu felt ashamed when he heard it!"

The ministers rushed to slap the dragon's fart.

The audience in the live broadcast room laughed from ear to ear. They were just immersed in their sadness and felt like a roller coaster, and they arrived in the Pure Land.

"Haha, no wonder Qianlong had to write poetry everywhere. There was such a group of people who were joking, and I would write it too!"

"I seriously suspect that these ministers are professionally trained and must not laugh unless there is only one person!"

"Emperor Qianlong, don't let these people take the lead. You are more suitable for eating!"

The audience ticked on their phones happily and instantly got the fun of today.

Kangxi glanced at Jiang Yi suspiciously, and his expression seemed to be asking Jiang Yi: Is this guy really the descendant of Aisin Gioro?

I can't even tell whether I'm being flattered?!

When Kangxi was thinking this way, Qianlong heard a very serious shout of yell: "Don't just flatter me, my dear friends!"

After hearing this, Kangxi breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that his grandson could still be clear.

However, the next second, he only saw Qianlong waving his hand while smiling from ear to ear, and he picked up another cucumber with great satisfaction:

"But when it comes to talent in poetry, I think I can still compete with Li Taibai!"

Kangxi: "???"

Jiang Yi glanced at Kangxi's increasingly out-of-control expression management, and his mouth couldn't help but close, for fear that he would laugh out loud as soon as he opened it.

No, I have received professional training...

"If you want to talk about cucumbers, I still prefer the ones in the capital."

Qianlong laughed and said, "But the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River makes me excited. I am afraid that this trip is just a hundred poems, which are not enough to express my feelings."

"If there is anything that needs to be corrected, my dear friends, please do not hide your own personal information, so don't let me leave a joke to future generations."

After Qianlong drank a glass of wine, Heshen poured it with great insight.

"Your Majesty, please rest assured. Your poems are really one in a million, and they will inevitably be circulated in future generations."

"There will be countless literati and poets in the future. They are proud and proud to be able to write His Majesty's poems on paintings!"

Heshen said without blushing: "The other slaves don't know, but what the slaves can be sure of is that if they spend a lot of money and spend all their money on their family, they will ask for the original works of His Majesty!"

"Haha, if you say that, you will have to serve me!"

Qianlong instantly became interested in writing poems.

Heshen immediately nodded and waved his hand, and the four treasures of the study were immediately sent up.

Being a favorite minister of Qianlong, in addition to having real talents and knowledge, would do his best to think about what Qianlong might need, and would prepare in advance and be ready to serve at any time. Such people are the easiest to be scolded, but they are also the easiest to be popular.

Kangxi looked at Jiang Yi in confusion and asked, "Is it true as Heshen said?"

Jiang Yi shook his head and replied: "Many calligraphy and paintings in later generations were written by Emperor Qianlong, but the price would be reduced, and no one even wanted to collect them."

Kangxi: "…"

"When I haven't asked, you haven't heard."

"Puff!"

"Hahaha!"

Countless modern audiences instantly broke the defense.

"Sorry, I can't help it, I can't help it!"

"This is the first time I've read the collection of Huaxia and can't help but laugh!"

"Emperor Qianlong, please calm down quickly. Your grandfather is watching you now!"

"Haha, if this were the real Kangxi and Qianlong in history, it would be a complete failure scene!"

At this time, Qianlong spoke again...
Chapter completed!