As soon as he finished speaking, the whole banquet was silent. Chen Lang was stunned for a moment and looked at Xu Huang who was sitting upright. At this moment, he could only hope that Xu Huang would reject Linghu Suting's plan. Otherwise, Chen Lang would have tried his best to recall and write the poems he wrote.

You should know that Chen Lang’s famous quotes from all ages are enough to shock the audience!

Humph ~

On the beautiful Mid-Autumn Festival, isn’t it good to appreciate the moon and think about relatives and friends? I just want to throw my head and blood, and the golden swords and iron horses have nothing to do with the current banquet, do you understand?

Chen Lang wanted to stand up and argued with Linghu Suting for a few words. But there was a voice in his heart who warned Chen Lang that as the saying goes, the lobbyist will follow the host, not to mention that you are not even a guest, and in the final analysis, it is just a hostage.

Cough ~

Suddenly, a cough sound came from the opposite side of Linghu Suting, followed by Lu Xuan, the Minister of Revenue, with a gloomy face, saying: "When the family reunion is together, it is not auspicious to recite any fighting, killing, or killing."

You idiot guardian!

Linghu Suting cursed fiercely in his heart. He patiently refuted Lu Xuan: "Reunion? Yes, you are not wrong. But how should the soldiers of Xu State who died on the battlefield reunite? They used their lives to defend the people and territory of Xu State. In this situation, I mentioned my brothers, are you always disturbing you?"

"This..." Lu Xuan's lips trembled and he was speechless.

Emperor Xu actually understood very well that Linghu Suting and Lu Xuan had never dealt with each other. They were strong and conservative, representing two extremes in thought and action.

However, from the perspective of the emperor, if all the ministers with high positions and power are united, it will be detrimental to the imperial power, so there must be some differences and frictions between the ministers so that the restraining effect can be achieved.

"Please give your majesty a lawsuit." Linghu Suting bowed his head and bowed deeply. When he spoke, he glanced at Chen Lang gently, and this glance scared Chen Lang very much.

Unlucky ~

Originally, the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner had the opportunity to restore the friendship between Xu and Liang, but if the theme of the poem was set as the battlefield of war, then Chen Lang, the prince of Liang, would be in awkward situation. Moreover, embarrassment might even turn into danger.

After all, not long ago, Liang State was still the mortal enemy of Xu State.

Chen Lang looked at Emperor Xu sternly. Although he knew that the opportunity was very slim, as long as Emperor Xu did not make the final decision, there was room for maneuver.

Unfortunately, Emperor Xu said loudly after thinking for a while:

"For several years of Mid-Autumn Festival dinner, the theme of the poems is the moon and longing. To be honest, I feel a little tired of it. Tonight, I will follow the advice of Linghu's beloved queen to set the theme of the poems as a battlefield, borders and military camps. Everyone should think carefully. If there are any masterpieces, they will spread throughout Huaining City tomorrow."

Emperor Xu did not brag. If the poems at the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner were really well written, it would inevitably bring about a trend. From princes and nobles to all the various religions and ecstasys, they would shake their heads and pass on their praises.

Swish ~

Swish swish swish swish ~

In a blink of an eye, there was no clinking and noisy drinking or eating on the fifth floor of Zhaixing Tower. Instead, it turned into the sound of the pen flying on rice paper.

Each guest had a few pieces of rice paper, and Emperor Xu gave him enough room to draft. Looking around, among all the guests, Chen Lang and Linghu Suting did not move.

Of course, the reason why Chen Lang didn’t move was that he couldn’t write it out, and Linghu Suting was also very panicked?

When King Jing saw this, he asked wisely: "General Linghu should have a masterpiece. Why not write it on paper now so that everyone can appreciate and appreciate it together?"

Upon hearing this, Eunuch Jia hurriedly walked to Linghu Suting. According to previous rules, after the poem was written, Eunuch Jia was usually collected and then given to Emperor Liang, Empress Dowager and Empress to observe. Whenever three people appreciated it, Eunuch Jia would take rice paper to the center and read it loudly.

However, Linghu Suting rejected Eunuch Jia at this moment, then swung his cloak and walked forward proudly. But when he saw him walking to the center, he said with a firm word: "Since King Jing said that, I will throw away the bricks and bring jade to my eyes and read my poem to my brothers."

"Okay!" Emperor Liang nodded.

In fact, when Linghu Suting talked about the four words "spunning bricks and temptation", his whole face was full of dissonance. You should know that Linghu Suting is famous for his force and courage, and writing poetry and essays is absolutely a weakness. Moreover, Linghu Suting probably didn't understand what it means to throw bricks and temptation. The reason why he said it tonight was that 80% of the staff behind him prepared for him in advance.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner in the past few years, Linghu Suting has always become an unknown bystander in the poetry recitation session, but today, he wants to avenge his previous shame!

"The rising sun rises from the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ​​clouds. Riding on the wind for tens of thousands of miles, the sword roars at the nineteen states."

Linghu Suting swung his orange cloak, took the overlord steps, and wandered in the center of the venue with a domineering look.

I have to say that this poem is also of level. Everyone here looks at Linghu Suting, who is not a little bit of ink, with admiration. Linghu Suting is also satisfied with his performance just now. He bows in four directions with a fist, humble on the surface, but in fact he is satisfied with his ambition.

Alas ~

Chen Lang sighed in his heart. He never thought that the poems he had worked hard to prepare were useless at all. Now that he was just cramming, he had no idea at all.

And there is another key issue. As the prince of Liang, Chen Lang cannot write too weakly or too strongly about the poems on the battlefield, borders and military camps.

wrong!

It should be said that a little bit of strength cannot be reflected, otherwise Xu would be wary of Chen Lang and worried that he would return to Liang in five years to use force against Xu.

Difficult to deal with...

It’s better to just put a pen and not write it!

Chen Lang looked around and found that everyone was either thinking hard or writing hard. Even Yin Baichuan was thinking hard. But it didn't matter what Yin Baichuan wrote, he was just a follower.

In order to prevent unnecessary trouble, could Chen Lang have to hand in the blank paper tonight?

That's too embarrassing.

Chen Lang clenched his lip, really didn't know how to deal with it.

Don't worry, calm down and recall carefully. Maybe what can you remember?

Chen Lang comforted himself while scraping his stomach. Anyway, given Chen Lang's current situation, he could not write too well or too poorly. He probably messed up other people's famous quotes and recombined them, which should meet the above standards.

Suddenly a cool breeze blew outward, and Chen Lang felt a sudden enlightenment. At this moment, a light of wisdom suddenly flashed in his mind. Chen Lang quickly picked up his pen and wrote on the rice paper with dragons and phoenixes.

Twenty minutes later, Eunuch Jia collected all the poems and placed them respectfully on the Xu Huang's table. Xu Huang was about to look through it, but suddenly remembered something, so he raised his eyes and said to Eunuch Jia: "You can read the poems of the Prince of Liang State directly."

Chen Lang frowned, which was similar to what he expected. Because Chen Lang had long guessed that no matter whether he wrote well or badly, he would give it to everyone. The difference is only in time and form.

"Here."

Eunuch Jia pulled out the rice paper given by Chen Lang from the table, and then walked to the central area and chanted loudly: "Grape wine luminous cup, black clouds are pressing against the city and the moon is about to destroy it, the moon is bright in the sea, and the smile is full of charm."

Well……

All the guests present were confused. Chen Lang's poem, he always felt that something was wrong. He said it well, but it also had something to be good about it. Moreover, it seemed to have something to do with the theme tonight.

"I gave the poem to you just now." Chen Lang turned his head and told the third princess in a low voice.

"Okay." The third princess nodded. To be honest, she didn't understand Chen Lang's poem, and her intuitive feeling was messy. But the last line in the poem looked back and smiled and charming, and she could still please the third princess.

Chen Lang shrugged. With his cultural level of not completing the nine-year compulsory education, he was able to copy this chaotic poem in a short period of time, at least Chen Lang himself was satisfied.

Moreover, the predetermined goal is achieved, there is no bad or perfection; there is no weakness or strongness.

Just as Emperor Xu whispered with the guests and talked about Chen Lang's pieced together, a scream suddenly came from downstairs: "Zaixing Tower is on fire!"
Chapter completed!