The atmosphere in Hongyan Pavilion, which was originally solemn, suddenly opened up with the song "Peach Blossom Temple Song", and the whole place was in an uproar.
Li Shishi savored Zhao Huan's poem carefully. The more he recalled it, the brighter his eyes became.
"Others laugh at me because I'm crazy, but I laugh at them because they can't see through it. There are no tombs of heroes from the Five Tombs, and there are no flowers or wine to cultivate the fields."
"If the prince hadn't already been there, and repeatedly proved his miraculous ability to compose poems on the spot, the slave family would never have believed that a poem of this quality could have been picked up by the prince at his fingertips."
"The slave family is impressed, but they still ask the prince to write it down. There are some words that the slave family is afraid of not understanding."
"The connotation of a poem can be lost a thousand miles if it is missed."
Zhao Huan didn't think much, picked up the pen and started dancing on the rice paper, and in a blink of an eye he wrote "Peach Blossom Anthem" on the paper.
Master Li took the calligraphy treasure and looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but nod in admiration: "Not only is your poetry talented, but your calligraphy is also excellent."
"With the prince's handwriting, even if I pay the Hongyan Pavilion to the prince tonight, my family will have no worries about food and drink for the rest of their lives."
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Shishi had handed the calligraphy treasure to Li Yulan and asked her to keep it safe.
Only then did Zhao Huan realize that the first level Li Shishi had set was clearly a deliberate attempt to deceive his calligraphy master. This woman was really very scheming.
Seeing this situation, the princes and nobles present could not sit still.
A marquis in white clothes stood up and bowed to Zhao Huan with great respect, "I wonder if I could please give you a pair of calligraphy treasures?"
"I would like to give you one thousand taels of silver."
Although Zhao Huan had a very bad reputation in the court, Zhao Huan's poems and calligraphy were recognized to be of great value.
If Yizhou Prefecture falls and Zhao Huan is dismissed or dies, then Zhao Huan's authentic work will be worth his money.
The other guests present, not to be outdone, hurriedly stepped forward to "invite Mo Bao".
"You want to buy Prince Ding's calligraphy for a thousand taels of silver? Marquis Yong'an is too stingy."
"I am much more sincere than the Marquis of Yong'an. I have three thousand taels of silver, please polish your pen."
At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing black clothes, with a big body and a round waist, stood up with his head held high, blocking the surrounding dignitaries.
There was a bit of ruffianism about this man, and one could tell at a glance that he was a brave country squire from the local area.
In order to flatter Master Li, the man in black waved his hand.
"The prince's song "Peach Blossom Temple Song" can be said to suit the situation and the situation, and it amazes everyone."
"I would like to spend another five thousand taels of silver to ask the prince to compose a poem with the title of Master Li. Wouldn't this lead to a wonderful conversation?"
Five thousand taels of silver...
Zhao Huan was instantly tempted. After all, Yizhou was short of money now. Since his calligraphy treasures were so valuable, if he sold a few more poems, wouldn't he also be able to sell military expenses?
But then I thought about it, things are rare and valuable, and this method of fishing in the swamp and cutting off your own retreat is definitely not a good strategy.
Zhao Huan immediately refused: "How can I get my king's calligraphy treasure with money?"
"A treasure given to those who are destined."
As soon as this statement came out, all the dignitaries had no choice but to give up.
Master Li smiled sweetly and said, "Your Majesty is unwilling to use the slave family as the title. Is it because he feels that the slave family is not worthy?"
Just when everyone thought that Zhao Huan must be full of witty words, refuse to dance and splash ink, and yet be able to give Li Shishi a step up and win the applause of the whole house, a shocking scene happened.
Zhao Huan put his hands behind his back and said with an upright attitude: "When the national crisis is facing us, how can I, the king, compose poems for the singer?"
This was a clear irony that Li Shishi was a beauty, and everyone felt that Zhao Huan must have been kicked in the head by a donkey. He could have the best of both worlds, but he had to take the wrong approach.
What good will it do to him if he provokes Master Li?
Under the nervous gaze of everyone, Master Li was stunned for a moment, and then a look of appreciation appeared on his face.
"As expected of King Ding, he is really quick to talk."
"Although I have never sold myself, a singer is a singer. Facts speak louder than words."
"Your Majesty obviously only needs to move his fingers a few times to get tens of thousands of real money, but he doesn't even bother to do so."
"Not only is it noble, but it is also to maintain the majesty of the royal family."
"The slave family... is amazed!"
Originally, the dignitaries were extremely unhappy with Zhao Huan. If Zhao Huan and Li Shishi had a falling out, they would naturally side with Li Shishi without hesitation.
result……
Mr. Li doesn't care, so why are they following?
The scenes that happened in the lobby of Hongyan Hall were all seen by Xiaoxia who was standing at the door. She quickly turned around and ran to the private room of the restaurant opposite to tell Zhu Lian everything.
"Your Highness, I just want to say this. Although the prince behaves a little violently, his heart is more sincere than gold. Let alone a mere singer, even if he is a fairy, there is no way that the prince will fall in love with you."
Zhu Lian lowered his hand and signaled Xiao Xia not to make any noise.
"I didn't say anything, so why are you so nervous? I and Qingyun came to Hongyan Pavilion just because they were worried that the prince would offend Master Li and then be resented by His Majesty."
"If it's just dancing and splashing ink, that's fine."
"By the way, read the poem written by the prince again."
When she mentioned the song "Peach Blossom Temple Song", Xiaoxia's eyes lit up with admiration.
"Your Majesty's poem is not only exquisite, but also catchy. My slave only listened to it once and memorized it all. Even my slave felt that my Majesty is most likely the reincarnation of a literary star."
"No, Wenquxing is not as fierce as the prince. He should be the reincarnation of Yang Jian, with both civil and military skills."
After hearing this, Zhu Lian couldn't help but paused, his eyes showing a trace of confusion: "Others laugh at me for being too crazy, but I laugh at others because they can't see through..."
"It seems that the prince's heart is like a mirror, but it is difficult for us to guess his state of mind."
"Qingyun, what do you think?"
At this time, Zheng Qingyun's face was already flushed. Although she had a similar literary talent, there was no comparison with Zhao Huan's genius.
Zheng Qingyun's face was full of pride when he learned that Zhao Huan easily passed the first level of Master Li and left a stunning poem.
When he thought about being able to marry such a man in the future, Li Shishi felt warm in his heart.
"Sister, I'm not afraid of your jokes. I have never speculated on the prince's thoughts. As long as I can be with the prince, I will be happy."
Looking at the simple-minded Zheng Qingyun, Zhu Lian couldn't help but chuckle.
If it were anyone else, Zheng Qingyun might still be helping count the money after being sold, but fortunately she met Zhao Huan.
At this moment, Xiaoxia suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two girls, her face turned pale, as if she had been frightened in some way.
"Your Majesty... Your Royal Highness, I just saw a person passing by the door. It seemed... it seemed to be Your Majesty."
What?!
Zhu Lian and Zheng Qingyun were stunned at the same time.