In the Ziji Palace, as Jiang Han's words rang out, most of the princes and ministers looked disapproving.

This naughty boy from the Jiang family is a well-known playboy in Kyoto. They believe him when he says he is good at eating, drinking and having fun, but even Duke Wei himself doesn't believe him when he says he is good at poetry.

Jiang Zhensheng's brows knitted together. How could he know how much ink his son had in his stomach?

Is he able to write poetry?

I saw Jiang Han slowly walking three steps in the hall, and his ups and downs voice sounded in the hall: "The clouds are like the clothes, the flowers are like the face."

Zhou Hongyan was a little surprised when he was offering wine at the Imperial Academy. This sentence uses clothes and flowers as metaphors for beauty. Although it is straightforward and short, a stunning beauty emerges vividly on the page.

Jiang Han took two steps forward, showed a thoughtful expression, and chanted: "The spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is thick."

The princes and nobles of the whole court looked at him in astonishment. Didn't they say that Jiang Han was an ignorant and ignorant playboy? How could this man write such neat poems?

Emperor Xia Qidi's eyes moved slightly and he sat upright slightly.

"If we hadn't met at the top of Qunyu Mountain."

Suddenly, Jiang Han took two steps forward, raised his head, and said in a clear voice: "We will meet under the moon at Yaotai!"

At this moment, the noble ministers in the palace all held their breath.

Even the military commander was immersed in the charm of this poem.

"What a poem. If we hadn't met at the top of Qunyu Mountain, we would have met under the moon on Yaotai!" Zhou Jijiu couldn't help but praise. These two sentences directly compared Princess Ning Yue to a fairy in the sky, although there were flatterers.

Suspicious, but this flattery is shot so well that one can't help but be immersed in the beautiful poetry.

When did this naughty boy have such poetic talent? Zhou Hongyan looked at Jiang Zhensheng strangely, but found that Jiang Zhensheng was also looking at Jiang Han with a suspicious look on his face.

Emperor Xia Qi thought about it leisurely, and Long Yan was delighted: "Duke Wei, your son is quite talented in poetry. I will spare him this time!"

Everyone could tell from this look that Emperor Xia Qi was in a very good mood at the moment, and Jiang Han had escaped disaster this time.

All ministers understand it.

If this poem is recited, Princess Ningyue's reputation will surely rise to a very high level.

Jiang Han wrote a poem to send her to each other, and Princess Ning Yue's reputation spread all over the world. The two of them will also become a good story in the future.

Whether Jiaofangsi's slander against the princess is a rumor or true, it doesn't matter anymore.

The important thing is that Princess Ningyue became famous because of this poem, and the Tian family saved face.

"You traitor, why don't you thank me?!" Jiang Zhen shouted in a low voice, raising his kick to kick Jiang Han's buttocks. Then he remembered that Jiang Han had just made a face for him, so he hurriedly stopped his kick and slapped his forehead with his big hand.

.

Damn it, this hand is so strong, have you forgotten that you are a martial artist? You almost slapped your son's head off... Jiang Han hurriedly knelt down and said loudly: "Thank you for your mercy, Your Majesty!"

"Gong Wei, let me give your son to Princess Ning Yue as you say!"

Emperor Xia Qi's voice was deep and majestic, full of an irrefutable tone.

Jiang Zhensheng smiled bitterly in his heart. This was something that had never happened before for the son of a duke to enter the palace of his wife. His Majesty took this incident to show the dignity of the Heavenly Family to the world.

But he also brought up the idea of ​​getting married, and he couldn't refuse it at this moment.

"Thank you Lord for your kindness." Jiang Zhen bowed and thanked him.

"The Minister of the Ministry of Industry immediately built a princess mansion. As soon as the princess mansion received money for furniture and silk, it asked Taichang Temple to allocate funds as usual."

Emperor Xia Qi stood up, waved his hand and said: "I am tired, please retreat from the court!"

"Long live my emperor, long live the emperor!" Amidst the shouts of the ministers, Emperor Xia Qi returned to the palace.

Several princes also took advantage of this moment to come to Jiang Zhensheng's side.

"Gong Wei, your son is such a talented poet!"

"There are rumors that Jiang Han is a playboy, but today I saw that they are all rumors!"

"Gong Wei, congratulations. Your son has become your consort. His poetic talent is so extraordinary that even Your Majesty is very happy. Duke Wei has really given birth to a good son."

Jiang Zhensheng responded politely and warmly: "You are so polite, gentlemen, this Zhuzi is not good at writing or martial arts, so writing a crooked poem is nothing."

Jiang Han glanced at Jiang Zhensheng and muttered in his heart, the traces of his father's pretentiousness were too obvious. This famous poem by Li Bai turned out to be a crooked poem.

After Jiang Zhensheng was polite to all the gentlemen, he took Jiang Han's hand and left the Ziji Palace. After leaving the Meridian Gate, he grabbed Jiang Han and asked in a low voice: "Who tricked you into going to the Jiaofang Division last night?"

Jiang Zhensheng also knew that although his son was uneducated and incompetent, he had never been to the Jiaofangsi before due to his strict discipline.

I stayed at Jiaofangsi last night, someone must have instigated me.

Jiang Han scratched his head and said, "Dad, after being beaten by Princess Ning Yue last night, my mind was a little dizzy, so I don't remember much."

He vaguely remembered that someone told him about Princess Ning Yue's affair, and then he went to the Jiaofang Division in anger, but no one had any memory.

Jiang Zhensheng frowned. This incident clearly showed that someone was trying to use Jiang Han to trick him. If today's poem hadn't saved the day, he would have been accused of lax discipline.

"I almost died this time. Give me a longer memory in the future! When I go to the princess's house, I have to restrain my temper even more." Jiang Zhen said in a loud voice.

"Yes." Jiang Han nodded, but he knew in his heart that he didn't almost die. The original body had been beaten to death by the princess long ago, otherwise he would not have traveled through time.

Imperial Palace, Lengyue Palace.

This is the palace of Princess Ningyue.

Princess Ning Yue, who was wearing a white palace dress, was sitting in the pavilion. She frowned and looked at the maid next to her: "What did you say? Is Jiang Han not dead? Still composing poems in the palace?"

The maid said: "Yes, your highness, I heard from the eunuch that Jiang Han wrote poems in public with great ease. Your Majesty was so pleased that he forgiven his fault. Although this man is a concubine, he really has some poetic talent!"

Princess Ning Yue seemed to think of the embarrassed figure who got into the dog hole last night, and a mocking smile flashed across her cold face.

"Where's the poem?"

"Your Highness, here."

Princess Ning Yue took a piece of paper from the maid's hand, unfolded it, glanced at it, and her eyes suddenly solidified.

The originally mocking expression suddenly froze on his face, and then slowly melted away, revealing an expression of astonishment, surprise and even shock.

"This poem... is so beautiful."

Princess Ning Yue's face became strange, and her voice became urgent: "Is it really Jiang Han's doing?"

She really couldn't associate this poem with the weak figure last night.

That man was so weak and incompetent that he only dared to scold himself behind his back, and even got scared when he saw him.

Is it really possible to compose such a poem?

The maid nodded and said: "It is true that he read it out in front of His Majesty and all the civil and military officials... Your Highness, could it be that he plagiarized it?"

Princess Ningyue was silent. Confucianism and Taoism were respected in Daxia. Who dared to plagiarize poetry?

What's more, in front of the emperor, if he is discovered, it will be a crime that will implicate the nine clans.

But that dude... may not dare.

After all, he dared to accuse himself of being shameless and shameless.

"Your Highness... If Jiang Han is not allowed to go to Taixue University to take the Tongsheng examination, if this person is a idiot who plagiarizes other people's poems and essays, he will definitely fail the Tongsheng examination. When His Highness wants to break off the engagement, Your Majesty will definitely agree."

The maid suggested: "The exams at Taixue University are extremely strict and cannot be fooled."

Princess Ning Yue pondered slightly and said: "The examination at Taixue Academy is not just poetry. If he fails the exam, he will be accused of plagiarism... However, if he passes the exam, he will become a junior student at Taixue Academy..."

Princess Ning Yue's eyes shone with light, she was silent for a long time, and then said: "Go and pass on my oral instructions to ask Jiang Han to go to Taixue University to take the boy's degree examination. If he becomes a scholar, I am willing to marry to the Duke of Wei.

, to prevent Jiang Han from becoming a son-in-law and a lowly status, if he fails to pass the Tongsheng examination, I will ask my father for a decree to break off the engagement."

The maid was surprised and said: "Your Highness, you want to marry to the Duke of Wei's palace? Your Majesty wants Jiang Han to marry into the princess's palace!"

Princess Ning Yue said calmly: "If he can pass the exam, I will convince my father to change his mind. We can't let a talented scholar become a son-in-law and a lowly son-in-law. But if he fails the exam, don't blame me."
Chapter completed!