Life is unpredictable, nothing more so than this!
After seeing off the eunuch, everyone at the table circulated Zhao Zhigao's poem manuscript. Everyone wanted to understand how this poem moved the emperor.
All I saw was a seven-joy song:
"The candle's shadow flickers and the red flame is still bright,
Cold knows oneself well and accumulates beautiful talents.
The old minister put on his clothes in the cold,
Listen to the first call of the rooster!"
After everyone read it, they felt that although this poem was simple in diction and simple in structure, it was extremely powerful and full of pride.
And the most important thing is that among the poorly written New Year poems, this poem is very special, very innovative, and easily attracts attention.
Among a large number of New Year's Eve poems that are gorgeous in appearance but heavily routine, being able to be unique and eye-catching and impress the emperor is the greatest advantage.
However, not everyone has the ability to be particularly eye-catching and write new ideas.
Shen Shoufu found an opportunity and whispered to Zhao Zhigao: "Is this Qijue written by Lin Tailai for you?"
Zhao Zhigao smiled bitterly and said, "I still can't hide it from Shou Kui."
Shen Shoufu muttered: "The ghost is really lingering."
Even if his true form does not appear, his shadow seems to be everywhere, as long as his interests are involved.
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Chapter completed!