"Although Caomin is old, she still yearns for such a feast, so she begged His Highness the Crown Prince to allow Caomin to attend the banquet!"
"Your Highness the Crown Prince is kind and let the Caomin come here."
"Your Majesty, Wenbi is nothing more than poetry. The grass-roots people are old and dizzy, and they only make a poem that cannot be put on the table."
"Please correct me!" Wang Ji said slowly.
He didn't give Li Shimin a chance to speak at all.
After saying that, Wang Ji did not walk to the literary stage, but picked up his pen and ink and painted it on the spot.
"The north farm has finished the wetlands, and the east mountain is ready to return. When we meet, the autumn moon is full, and the fireflies are flying at night."
After the poem was over, Wang Ji took back his pen and ink, looked up and said to Li Shimin: "The people who are not good at learning skills, please correct me!"
Li Shimin frowned, and a hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes.
Wang Ji's poem is naturally excellent.
True and natural, without false pretense.
"Donggao" secretly uses Tao Yuanming's poem "Climbing Donggao to whistle" to point out his identity as he retires to farm.
But since I am going to retire, why are I here to disrupt the situation today?
"What the elders wrote is really great, but there is one thing that although this poem is written as the moon, it is different from this Mid-Autumn Festival moon."
"Slightly flawed!" Li Shimin said slowly.
Although he was annoyed, Li Shimin had to tell the truth.
There are so many people present!
Even if he doesn't want Wang Ji to win, he can't tell lies.
"Your Majesty is right. This poem is written very well. The only flaw is this autumn moon."
"But even so, I guess so many people present can't make poems that can be compared with them." Changsun Wuji nodded and said slowly.
"Uncle Master's knowledge is far more knowledgeable than us, let alone others. Today's final winner is the master's victory." Fang Xuanling also nodded.
Even he could not think of such poems for a moment.
"The Wang Ji of the Wang family in Taiyuan is really amazing. In less than a cup of tea, he wrote such a poem."
"The whole process didn't even have a pause, and it was indeed everyone's style."
"Your Highness the Crown Prince has Wang Ji in Wen, and Du He in Wu. Such wise ministers can be used by Your Highness the Crown Prince. Your Highness is really wise."
"Your Highness the Crown Prince is the crown prince, he is so capable of knowing people!"
The people in the square also heard Wang Ji's poems and thought they were well written.
Even His Majesty the Emperor and the important officials around His Majesty the Emperor all said that Wang Ji's poems were well written.
That must be excellent.
Many people now believe that Li Chengqian must be a wise ruler in the future, so that he can be helped by such a civil and military capable person.
Li Chengqian sat not far from Li Shimin, his eyes full of excitement.
I secretly said that I did nothing wrong today.
I have won both games today, but now the people in Chang'an City are on his side!
When he looked at Li Tai next to him, he saw his face gloomy and his fists clenched, Li Chengqian felt even more proud.
"Qingque, this year's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, the emperor's brother is lucky and won both games. How many drinks will the emperor have with you later?" Li Chengqian and Li Tai said with a smile.
Li Tai glanced at Li Chengqian coldly and said nothing!
Li Shimin looked at Wang Ji and listened to the discussions of the people and officials in Chang'an City in the square, and felt inexplicably irritable.
Looking at the poem that had not been opened in front of me, I was a little confused for a moment.
"What should I do if Guanyin maid?" Li Shimin held the poem Zhao Chen gave him in his hand and looked at Empress Changsun.
"Your Majesty, just a poem, you lose, but what is it?" Queen Changsun said softly.
Li Shimin's expression was condensed and he was relieved immediately.
"Elder, I also have a poem here, and I would like to ask the elder to correct it." Li Shimin and Wang Ji said.
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"Brother, how about it? This place to guess riddles is lively, right?" Cheng Chumo and Zhao Chen said.
The three of them walked along the road not long after turning a few streets, and then arrived at Chongxianfang.
What caught the eyes of the three of them was a huge lantern hall.
The lanterns extend from the outside street to the innermost point.
Standing on the street, you can see an exquisite red lantern hanging inside.
"Zhao Chen, the lantern was made by the late No. 1 craftsman of the Ministry of Works, worth hundreds of gold. Whoever can guess all ten riddles can take away the innermost lantern."
"It's a pity that the lantern has been in place for seven or eight years, and no one can take it away." Qin Huaiyu and Zhao Chen explained.
"Seven or eight years? It's not true, what about the great scholars in the court? They can't guess these riddles?" Zhao Chen was a little surprised.
Just ten riddles, Chang'an City has a population of nearly one million, so how could it be impossible for none of them to guess?
"The great scholars have the time to guess this riddle, even if they guess it, they will lose their light on their faces." Qin Huaiyu said with a smile.
Lantern riddles are used for entertainment for the people of Chang'an City. Isn't it a joke for those in the court to guess?
"Zhao Chen, why don't you try the first one first? If possible, let's try it?" Cheng Chumo and Zhao Chen said.
In Cheng Chumo's opinion, no one can compare to Zhao Chen's cooking skills.
But this riddle is not about cooking, one is about using hands and the other is about using the brain.
Cheng Chumo was worried that Zhao Chen would be hit by this riddle.
"Then try it." Zhao Chen smiled and walked towards the lantern in front.
From the street to the inside, there are five rows of lanterns in total, and they all lead to the last red lanterns.
The riddles of the first nine lanterns are all different.
Zhao Chen then found a row of lanterns with few people.
"This row of riddles seems to be more difficult than the others. I can't even guess the first one. It's really hateful."
As soon as the three of them came over, they heard a young man dressed in a scholar complaining with resentment.
"Every year, this riddle is just making things difficult for us. Look, how many riddles have been answered correctly in the past seven or eight years?"
"Look, the lanterns worth hundreds of gold in it are just a gimmick. They don't want this thing to win!" Someone next to him echoed the young man.
The expression was also extremely ugly.
Obviously, he didn't even solve this first path.
"Zhao Chen, let me tell you, this riddle is very difficult!" Qin Huaiyu said to Zhao Chen with a smile.
From the bottom of my heart, Qin Huaiyu was able to solve this riddle for Zhao Chen, but he had no mind at all.
It’s not that I look down on Zhao Chen, but that Zhao Chen, a shopkeeper in a tavern, probably has never even entered the school.
Even a person like Qin Huaiyu who has been studying since childhood cannot guess.
Zhao Chen?
Can you guess it?
"This is also called a riddle, that's it?" Zhao Chen said with his hands behind his back.
"Hmm?" Qin Huaiyu and Cheng Chumo both looked over.
"What's wrong?" Cheng Chumo asked strangely.
I thought to myself that Zhao Chen might not think it was too difficult, so I said such self-deprecating words.
Qin Huaiyu also looked at Zhao Chen carefully, worried that Zhao Chen would be angry and smashed the lanterns.
"This is the riddle you haven't guessed in seven or eight years?" Zhao Chen turned around and looked at the two of them with strange eyes.
Chapter completed!