"If the father really wants to taste tea and write poems?"

Looking at the people who were already erecting in the car, Ying Feiyu asked suspiciously.

A square long table fixed in the carriage, with a set of tea sets on it.

Ying Zheng sat upright on one side, and the other old guys sat around on both sides, opposite Fusu and Ying Heng, and there was also an empty seat, which was obviously left for Ying Feiyu!

"Then do you think I'm sending someone to cheat you?"

Ying Zheng glanced at him in anger.

"Your Highness, it's late autumn, and the red leaves outside the window are graceful, which is suitable for writing poetry!"

Chun Yu Yue, the Minister of Rites, looked at the scenery outside the window and looked intoxicated.

"Yes, Your Highness, this love and scenery, if you don't write a few poems, wouldn't you let down the beautiful scenery?"

Feng Quji, who had retired and was later rehired to the Ministry of Education, also shook his head and said, as if very comfortable.

However, except for the two of them, Ying Zheng and the two princes, the others were only slightly interested in making tea.

As for what poems are written...?

Let’s forget it!

Isn't that pure and waste your brain?

If you have that skill, it is better to practice swords and strengthen your physical strength and prolong your life!

"Are you sure you want to write a poem with this prince?"

Ying Feiyu walked towards them with a joke, sat in the empty seat, pointed at the tip of his nose and asked.

He has systematic help with cheating and has shown his literary talent several times. These old guys still want to write poems with him. Wouldn't it be a tyrant?

"That's right, Your Highness the Crown Prince is both civil and military, how can you lose Your Highness the Crown Prince?"

Feng Quji and Chunyu Yue nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, then come!"

Ying Feiyu raised his hands slightly, letting his wide sleeves fall back, and he pulled his posture away, preparing to find a few poems about autumn in the system, and then he stopped playing with them, let them do it themselves.

Even if you give them a day, you will definitely not be able to surpass yourself!

"Ahem...! Start with Aiqing Kang!"

However, Ying Zheng did not play according to the routine, and after coughing twice, he actually called Kang Anping's name.

Not only Ying Feiyu's face was full of surprise, but even Kang Anping was not prepared at all, and his face was full of shock.

So many literati here, why do you want to point out that he is a general without any ink?

It would be great if I could recognize all the words, but I would let him write poems?

Can he listen to the poems he wrote?

"Puff..."

Looking at his embarrassed expression, Feng Quji and Chunyu Yue laughed out loud.

"Why are you two laughing? I don't know how to do it, I'm just afraid of being shocked to your chin!"

Kang Anping was stammering his neck. Even if he couldn't write poems, his aura could not be weak.

Then he lowered his eyebrows and looked at Ying Zheng, "Hehe, Your Majesty, the Ministry of Justice has been busy recently. I am thinking about the cases of the Ministry of Justice. I really can't admire the beautiful scenery outside the window. Otherwise, let Lao Wang and Lao Zhang and others come first!"

After barely finding an excuse, he threw the hot potato to Wang Ben and Zhang Han.

The ink in their stomachs could be slightly more than his.

It's only limited to just one little bit.

He wanted to see what kind of poems these two guys could write!

To be embarrassed, you have to let the two of them lose first!

"Okay, you old man, you're full of bad water! Your Majesty asked you to do it first, and you'll finish it. Why push us out?"

"That's it! Is it your Ministry of Justice busy? Our Ministry of War is fine? I've accumulated a lot of things during my illness, and I haven't finished it yet!"

When Zhang Han and Wang Ben heard this, they immediately stopped doing it.

We have known each other for decades. Who can't tell who is holding back anything in his stomach?

I want them to embarrass themselves on writing poems first? Don’t even think about it!

"Okay, okay, everyone has a chance, what's the point of making a noise? Since it's out, everyone doesn't have to think about the affairs in the court again. As long as there is no telegram, they will relax...!"

Ying Zheng raised his chin to Kang Anping, "It starts with Kang Aiqing, and then Wang Aiqing and Zhang Aiqing. No one has to rob him, there is all chance!"

"ah……?"

Kang Anping had a bitter face.

It seems that I can't escape no matter how I do, so I can only bite the bullet and read all the words I know in my mind to see if I can piece together a poem about autumn!

"Hahaha! Lao Kang, why did your face suddenly turn red?"

"Oh! It's true!"

"Old Kang, if you really can't hold it out, it's okay to admit it, but don't kill yourself out of illness..."

Kang Anping worked hard to spell the words, try to embarrass yourself and not lose too much.

But unexpectedly, my old face turned red.

What’s even more unfortunate is that they were discovered by several other old guys at a glance and they all made mockery!

"Hmph! Don't laugh at me, you guys, we're just half a dozen, you won't be as good as me if you can't protect yourself later!"

Kang Anping glanced at them, turned his head out the window to see if he could find any inspiration.

It’s so irresistible, I have to write one song!

However, after waiting for a while, Kang Anping's face was still flushed and he didn't say a word!

"Old Kang, we have finished two cups of tea. Can you give me a note?"

Meng Yi reached out to pour tea for himself while urging him.

"What are you urging me to? Your Majesty didn't even speak. Where did you get so much nonsense?"

Kang Anping was already anxious, but after he urged him, he began to get irritated.

Ying Zheng never said anything.

Because he guessed that Kang Anping would not be able to do it for a while, he ordered him.

The purpose of writing poetry is to kill time on the road.

If Ying Feiyu wrote it first, he would definitely leave after a few songs.

What else is it?

It's going to take it for a while!

"Hmm? There is...!"

After a moment, Kang Anping's eyes suddenly lit up, "Mengtours, green trees, big white trees, and the autumn wind blows, all become bald. Next spring will be green, and you will still be bald after working for a year!"

"Hahaha!"

"How is it? How is my poem written?"

"It not only meets the season, but also shows the scenery outside the window, hahaha!"

It seemed as if he was amazed by his talent. Kang Anping said the poem and looked happy.

However, the old guys were also shocked and dropped their chins and said nothing.

"How is it? You didn't expect it? I could actually make such a masterpiece!"

Kang Anping looked proud, glad that he didn't have to admit defeat and passed the level.

"Yes! We really didn't expect it!"

After a while, Feng Quji reacted and nodded dullly.

"Haha! I'll just say it. If I write a poem, I will definitely shock your chins!"

Kang Anping raised his chin proudly.

"It's true! Hahaha..."

The old guys nodded and burst into laughter.

Even Ying Zheng laughed so hard that he leaned back and forth!

"You...what do you mean?"

Kang Anping felt that he was already amazing by being able to piece together all the words he knew.

What does these old guys mean?
To be continued...