This is called picking up the pot without opening.

When Xia Hua heard this, she felt unhappy.

She also looked at Wu Qian, "You are the Crown Prince. It turns out that in the autumn of the year, you will ascend the throne as the emperor of Wu?"

Wu Qian nodded with his lips.

Xia Hua said again: "I saw it on the top of the West Mountain in Shuzhou, Ningguo... I think his every move was under the surveillance of Jishufang, so you should have known the news long ago."

"You asked me at this moment..."

Xia Hua looked at the students by the lotus pond downstairs and paused for three breaths, "You have never forgotten him. You have always regarded him as your opponent. Whether in governance or poetry, you still want to compete with him in your subconscious mind."

“This is not bad.”

"Because his talent can be an example for all people in the world! Taking him as the peak can indeed give you the motivation to continue to climb and pursue."

"But he... has stood above the mountain!"

"I don't underestimate these literati students, even the four talents of our Wu Kingdom, at least in terms of poetry and articles, they... are beyond the reach of the world!"

Xia Hua actually said this very tactful.

But in Wu Qian's ears, it pierced into his heart like a needle.

Because the meaning of Xia Hua is also very simple-

Taking Li Chenan as an opponent and wanting to compete with Li Chenan, the implication is that he is under Li Chenan!

It's because I'm too scrupulous.

He actually couldn't get along with a dead person.

Especially when it comes to talent.

My attainments in poetry are not as good as those of the four talented men of the Wu Kingdom. They are far behind Li Chenan, so why wouldn’t they bear it even more?

Wu Qian, who has always been extremely conceited, was very angry.

But a smile appeared on his face.

"I also liked his poems very much after seeing him, and admitted that with his talent and knowledge, he really stood on the top of the mountain."

"I don't have the time to craft poetry and prose. My mind is above the national economy and people's livelihood."

Since comparison, of course we have to play to our strengths and avoid our weaknesses.

Wu Qian knows this well:

"The future...the future is far away, let's talk about the present."

"I have obtained Wuya Pass. After I ascend the throne to the emperor... I will personally lead the imperial army to enlist Annan Road in Ningguo to the territory of Wu!"

"The Palace has many ideals that will be realized one by one in the near future."

“This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!”

"I never expected that a person like him, who is extremely talented and knowledgeable, would forget the foundation of the name of food as the most."

"The national policy he set for Ningguo will inevitably lead Ningguo into the abyss within five years... Perhaps worse than when Ji Tai was in power."

Wu Qian looked at the full moon in the sky, and the smile on his face became even stronger:

"The Kingdom of Yue was trapped in the whirlpool of the throne dispute, and there was also a restless Zen Buddhism. In a short period of time, the Kingdom of Yue had no time to look west."

"When the situation in Yue Kingdom settled... I am afraid that I have occupied the Jiangnan of Ning Kingdom by then!"

"Good Jiangnan, I want to row a boat on the Xizi Lake!"

Xia Hua raised her eyebrows and looked at Wu Qian, looking very carefully this time.

Not seen for ten years.

That little child with a runny nose had a smell of being arrogant and despised the world!

Xia Hua didn't know what the national conditions of Ningguo are today.

If it is true as Wu Qian said, if Wu Qian could really make Wu stronger after he ascended the throne, then Wu would probably be able to seriously damage Ningguo.

But she didn't care about it.

She just felt that Wu Qianhe’s memory changed a lot when she was a child.

Wu Qian felt Xia Hua's sight, and he felt that it was the worship of Xia Hua!

He still looked calm and calm.

But his appearance did not last long before he was defeated by Xia Hua's words.

Xia Hua said in surprise:

"Little tag, it's growing!"

Wu Qian's heart trembled.

Little Tagzi... This is the nickname that Xia Hua gave him when she was a child.

No one dared to face this nickname in person for many years, so he almost forgot about it.

Is this a testimony of the childhood sweethearts of the two?

Or did Xia Hua re-recommend the nickname to wake him up?

Wu Qian felt that it should be the former, which shows that Xia Hua also remembers the past deeply.

He looked at Xia Hua and smiled awkwardly, took out a bamboo flute from his arms and handed it to Xia Hua, and whispered: "This little Qianzi... I am an adult, so don't call me like this in front of others in the future."

"This is a bamboo flute made by me personally. You loved it very much at that time. I know that you still lack a divine piano. Ningguo has a rambling. I have found out who is in my hands. Sooner or later, I will bring it back to you one day!"

Xia Hua hesitated for a moment and took the small bamboo flute and put it into her sleeve bag.

Wu Qian looked at Xia Hua expectantly: "I will play a song for you to listen to me after the article is over, how about it?"

Xia Hua shook her head:

"I haven't played the flute for many years. Thank you for remembering that in Tianyin Pavilion, in addition to the piano, I have learned to play the flute."

"...Then I'll send someone to get you a Xiao?"

"Don't, my flute is not good, but my second senior brother plays very well. If you like it, I can ask the second senior brother to blow it for you."

Wu Qian was in a bad mood.

Could it be that this summer flower has been in the isolated Tianshan Mountains for a long time and has not yet bloomed?

Is this palace concerned about playing the flute or the flute?

What I care about is to get along with you alone!

Looking at Xia Hua's exquisite face under the bright moonlight, Wu Qian felt a sense of pain. The unhappiness that Xia Hua had brought to him before had disappeared now because of Xia Hua's words.

This is the future queen of this palace!

This shattering skin, this exquisite curve, this waist that is full of strength...

Wu Qian swallowed a mouthful of saliva and suppressed the desire in his heart, "I won't bother you, my second senior brother. I think you are tired today. Let's take a few days off. I will accompany you on the streets of Dongxu City."

The summer flower smiled, but it was not clear.

But this smile made Wu Qian's mood stir.

That is the beauty of the city and the beauty of the country!

Xia Hua said:

"I think the students' poems are coming, and I'm tired of standing, so let's go."

The two returned to their respective shorter tables in front of everyone.

Xia Hua's father, Xia Liu, Minister of War of the Wu Kingdom, was also on this Wenhui Tower.

He looked up slightly, looked at his daughter again, feeling a little uneasy.

Because his father, Duke Xia Mochou, said a few days ago that it is inappropriate for Xia Hua to marry His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!

Why is it inappropriate but my father didn't explain it.

But he asked him to write a letter to his eldest son Xia An who served in the Northern Mansion Army.

The soldiers of the Northern Palace were stationed in the northern part of the State of Wu, and the fief of the eldest prince Ping was also in the northern part of the State of Wu!

The letter did not say anything else, just asked Xia An to go to Prince Ping's mansion to ask Prince Ping's hello!

With Xia Liu's wisdom, of course he knew that the meaning was not that simple. What he thought of was the news of the vassal reduction in the palace.

Even the vassal kings were cut off, can this Duke's Mansion be safe and sound?

Just when Xia Liu was worried, the sound of footsteps came downstairs.

Eunuchs were jogging all the way with a stack of paper in their hands.

They placed the poems they received in front of the two great scholars and Prince An, and then bowed together: "Report to Your Highness, the first group of students' poems and essays have been sent, please read them!"

"Well, three judges, let's take a look."
To be continued...