Sure enough, Emperor Zhou spoke, "Today is a great day. I have just said that we will not talk about state affairs, only family matters. We should give these children some time to rest and breathe."
In the past, at this time, Concubine Jing would have stopped talking and followed the emperor's words.
But this time, Concubine Jing must embarrass Mu Zhao.
She smiled and said: "This peaceful and happy scene will definitely make all the students feel it in their hearts and write good poems to praise it. Maybe they will come up with famous lines that will last forever?"
These words struck a chord in Emperor Zhou's heart.
He thought that since his name would last forever, future generations would naturally want to analyze where the poem was written, and they would also be able to understand how powerful the dynasty he built was.
He laughed heartily, "Then let them speak freely."
After Concubine Jing coaxed Emperor Zhou, she told the people below: "A ruler is long and an inch is short. If you are good at poetry, you can speak freely. If you are good at other things and want to perform, you can also talk to me in private."
At this time, those who had not done well in their homework breathed a sigh of relief.
Mu Zhao lamented that this concubine Jing could always be favored because she was not only beautiful but also had some abilities. All the good people inside and outside the place were taken care of by her alone.
But the phrase "high power shakes the master" applies everywhere.
Mu Zhao saw the worried face of the queen beside Emperor Zhou.
Mu Zhao smiled and remembered the expressions of these people in his heart.
The first person to appear was Liao Fan.
The poems he wrote are pretty good for his age.
In addition, he has a good father, so after he finished reciting the poem, there was Yishui's praise below.
The second prince came up second. After he finished speaking, more people praised him.
Immediately afterwards, the third and fourth people came up.
After ten people went up, Emperor Zhou's eyes had lost their sparkle.
He took a bite of grapes, looked at Mu Ruogu, and started to do something.
"Mu San, are you particularly silent today?"
Mu Zhao paused slightly while eating the chicken leg and looked at his third brother.
Also, if it was the usual third brother, he would have already gone up.
If I don’t go up today, I will naturally start to hide my clumsiness.
Mu Zhao was worried that Mu Ruogu would not be able to suppress his inner anger.
Unexpectedly, Mu Ruogu was very respectful to Emperor Zhou, "Your Majesty, I have had wine today, and I really can't say any poems."
"Hey, that's really a pity. I thought that if you could write a poem, it would be one that would last forever."
Mu Zhao's eyes turned dark.
This is flattery.
Sure enough, as soon as the Dog Emperor said these words, the people who had just appeared looked at Mu Ruogu and their eyes changed completely.
Those who did not play also showed dissatisfaction.
Mu Ruogu hurriedly said: "Your Majesty is ridiculous. Since I became the minister of Dali Temple, I have been slacking off in literature. The ten brothers who were able to write poems in such a short time are beyond my reach."
Emperor Zhou continued to make trouble.
"Don't I understand you? You are giving them a chance to show off. I told you that this is a family banquet with no distinction between superiority and inferiority. Everyone is casual, but are you too reserved? I think you can do it.
A good poem.”
The eldest brother Mu Ziqian felt that the third brother today was a little strange.
But the third brother didn't want to write poetry, and he didn't want His Majesty to force him.
He hurriedly stood up and saluted Emperor Zhou, "Your Majesty, third brother, he has indeed eaten too much wine and his mind is confused and he cannot compose poems."