Zhao Chun, the left minister of the Ministry of Personnel, had the same title as Liu Yuanqing, the left minister of the Ministry of Revenue. He was invited by Liu Yuanqing to conquer the market.

He stood up and smiled and said, "I am honored to participate in the topic of the grand event today, so I will give you the word "Peng". The poems must contain the word "Peng" and the term is for one stick of incense."

Hearing this, some scholars present immediately picked up their pens and wrote quickly, while others began to think hard.

This was the first time Fang Chen participated in such a literary meeting, and he couldn't help but wonder: "Taking the word Peng as the title?"

Wang Er, who was standing beside him, sneered in a voice: "Brother, I forgot that Lord Liu held this article to flatter His Majesty. Isn't our Majesty called Luo Pengcheng?"

"So that's how it is!" Fang Chen understood and sighed that Liu Yuanqing had really put in a lot of effort.

But he knew that the name Luo Pengcheng was the name of the emperor's brother who died.

The real name of the empress is Luo Ningxin, and this flattery is undoubtedly a slap on the dead.

After looking at Wang Er, this guy had no intention of writing. He was eating the fruits and vegetables he had sent on the table, but he deliberately lowered his voice, for fear that others would find out.

It looks like a feeling of swallowing things whole, and I can't help but laugh and whisper: "Brother Wang, why don't you write?"

The two of them were hidden behind the back, and there were no people around them, so they didn't seem abrupt.

Wang Er rolled his eyes and swallowed the food in his mouth. Perhaps he was too impatient to eat, and he choked a little. He rolled his eyes and beat his chest and held his breath for a while before he gasped and his tears came out.

"I just said that anyone who can win the championship is decided by the inside, so why is it in vain? Besides, I just came to join in the fun and have some food and drink. Where can I write any poems?"

When Fang Chen heard this, he felt that his relationship was the same as himself, and he had no ink in his stomach.

But although I can’t write it myself, I can copy it myself!

He didn't know much about ten thousand taels of silver. Thinking of this, Fang Chen started to pick up his pen and wrote the poem "Peng". He didn't know much about it, but he remembered it very clearly.

The poet Li Taibai's elder Li Yong.

Fang Chen began to lift his pen and write: "The big roc rises with the wind in one day, soaring up to 90,000 miles..."

When Wang Er, who was standing beside him, saw him start writing, he looked over and took a look. He was stunned when he saw him, his eyes widened and looked at Fang Chen like he had seen a ghost.

The poem "Li Yong" mentioned in Li Yong was when Li Taibai visited Li Yong in Yuzhou. Because of his unconventional etiquette and his talk and his high-profile talk made Li Yong unhappy.

Therefore, Li Bai wrote this ironic reply to Li Yong when he was leaving.

When Luo Ningxin wanted Fang Chen to be the commander of the Jinyiwei in the East Factory in the hall.

The Minister of Revenue Zhang Yu and the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue Liu Yuanqing said that Fang Chen was a eunuch and could not take on such a heavy responsibility at all, and called out to the eunuch one by one.

Therefore, Fang Chen planned to borrow the poem "Li Yong" from the Immortal Poetry to make trouble.

Soon Fang Chen finished writing and looked up and saw Wang Er looking at him in shock.

He asked laughed knowingly, "What's wrong with Brother Wang?"

"This poem, this poem is so good. How did you think of this first sentence!"

Wang Er was extremely excited and wanted to lower his voice to avoid attracting the attention of others, so he seemed a little hard.

"Cao, you can't be the one whom Lord Liu and the others decided! Hey, it's not right. The meaning of this poem doesn't seem to be very good."

Fang Chen smiled and said, "Brother Wang, I am just here to join in the fun, I am not a candidate."

The two of them said that the time had come for a stick of incense, and the maid from Yue Hualou began to collect poems and essays.

When collecting, I confirmed it with the person who wrote the poem in advance, and left the signature and wrote it before collecting it.

After all, when writing poetry, sometimes it is important to have a flash of inspiration. Some people may not even be able to hold up a word on the paper after a day, let alone a complete poem.

Therefore, the first question that Zhao Chun gave was not many people who finished writing poems, and hundreds of people learned about their literary works.

There are only a dozen or twenty people who actually write it.

Fang Chen's poems were also taken away, and he only wrote a square character on the signature.

Several officials began to appreciate the poems they received, but in fact they were just a formality. Which one should be won by Liu Yuanqing had already decided before.

Zhao Chun looked at the poem with only one square signature in his hand, and his eyes were attracted and he muttered softly.

"The great roc rises with the wind in one day, soaring up to 90,000 miles. If the wind stops, it can still shake the vast water... What a poem!"

He shouted excitedly without stopping, and Guo Wenruo next to him came over and said, "What poem did Lord Zhao see?"

"This song!" Zhao Chun said hurriedly.

Guo Wenruo also saw that he was lit up. As the leader of the Imperial College, he would not be able to say anything about knowledge.

Just as they were about to take a closer look, Liu Yuanqing's cough came from beside them, and the two of them realized what they were here to do.

They looked at the poems in their hands with some regrets. Guo Wenruo made up his mind. When the writing meeting ended, he had to find the person who wrote the poem.

At this moment, the officials began to discuss the fake rolexical discussion, and then the host read out the results in a short while.

Of course, the one who was selected would not be Fang Chen's song "Li Yong".

Listening to the host reading the selected poem, Wang Er was immediately angry and wanted to ask for an explanation for Fang Chen, but was stopped.

"How could this piece of trash be comparable to yours? This is a fraud in favoritism!" Wang Er said angrily.

Fang Chen rolled his eyes: "Didn't you know this long ago?"

Wang Er was stunned.

Fang Chen said again: "Look at it first, then talk about it."

This time, Guo Wenruo, the priest of the Imperial College, started to give the title. The title he gave was the year name of the current Great Yan Dynasty.

Colorful phoenix.

It is said that it was the last words of the late emperor before his death, saying that he saw the guidance of the Divine Phoenix. Many ministers thought it was a good omen, so Luo Ningxin used Cai Feng as his current year name.

Fang Chen didn't have to think too much, and then he wrote the popular saying in later generations that he had no colorful phoenix flying wings, and had a little understanding of each other.

Immediately afterwards, this song "Li Shangyin's untitled stars last night wind" was completed.

Wang Er was shocked again and looked at Fang Chen.

It's actually another good poem. Can this guy come down to earth by Wenquxing?

When the poem was handed over, this time Guo Wenruo got Fang Chen's poem and looked at the square character on the signature.

Guo Jijiu stretched his neck, as if he wanted to find the person who wrote this poem.

Zhao Chun, who was standing beside him, asked, "What's wrong?"

"Look." Guo Wenruo handed over the poem in his hand.

Zhao Chun was immediately attracted again when he saw it and almost got fascinated. Fortunately, Liu Yuanqing's cough like tuberculosis woke him up.

Listening to the host reading the second selected poem, Fang Chen sneered in his heart, "You Liu Yuanqing, want to use this essay to gain a good reputation?"

Then I will make you look down on me!
Chapter completed!