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A county king and a marquis are fighting, and they need to find someone to help the group fight. It will become a big joke when it spreads.

"Jokes are just jokes...!" Li Yuanchang gritted his teeth suddenly. Anyway, tonight, he has been labeled as a greedy, lustful and jealous by his eldest grandson. If he loses this battle again, then he will really lose his wife and lose his army.

He raised his head suddenly, swept the surroundings sharply, and pointedly said: "The people who are friends with this king on weekdays are also invited to come out and help me fight the Marquis of Jingyang!"

The people in the courtyard looked at each other in dismay, not knowing what Li Yuanchang meant when suddenly Shi Shiran stepped out of the crowd. Li Shimin glanced at it and smiled lightly.

"Seventh brother, is this the scribe that you befriended? Sure enough, they are all poets!"

Li Yuanchang's pupils shrank, and he said: "My younger brother has always been closer to Wang's, and we will meet friends with words, and we will meet friends with words..."

"What a good person to meet friends with words! Thousand-year-old families are everywhere, even the king of the county can meet friends with words!" Li Shimin smiled leisurely, and stopped talking.

It turned out that the few scribes who came out to help Li Yuanchang were all from the Wang family in Taiyuan.

Li Yuanchang bit the bullet and cupped his hands, and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, please ask the question!" He was really afraid that Li Shimin would pursue it, and quickly brought the topic to Wendou.

It has been a taboo thing for the royal family to associate with aristocratic families since ancient times.Before, he was reluctant to Wen Dou, but now he is eager for Wen Dou to start quickly. Li Shimin's eyes are as sharp as knives, and Li Yuanchang is really afraid.

Fortunately, Li Shimin smiled slightly, and did not seem to intend to go into the matter. The emperor put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, and said leisurely: "Tonight you two are jealous because you are too young, and the young people are hot-blooded. The first question will use the youth as a reference, you should each write a poem."

"The subject of the youth?" Everyone in the field murmured, and the few scribes even pondered hard, trying to make a poem for the occasion.

Everyone was thinking, Cheng Yaojin suddenly jumped out, and laughed wildly: "Writing poetry, my old Cheng is the best at this. In the daytime, I will first beat the heroes with a song of Xia Xiaoli, and then shock everyone with a song of pond. Ah. Hahaha, Your Majesty's question this time, I already have a good sentence..."

"You can pull it down!" Everyone rolled their eyes and beat the heroes. It was shameless to the extreme.Just your piece of shit Xia Xiao, drag your daughter-in-law to do it, and wait until you get home to see if your daughter-in-law scratches your face.

In fact, Mrs. Cheng wanted to catch Lao Cheng's face for a long time, but only because the courtiers at the banquet had arrived, and the emperor and the queen had been in the yard all the time, so Lao Cheng had escaped a catastrophe.

Li Shimin was also a little disgusted, he turned his head and shouted: "Where is Cheng Chumo? Pull your father down and eat something to cover his mouth!"

This is the emperor's life, Cheng Chumo was overjoyed, he hurriedly jumped out of the crowd, covered Lao Cheng's mouth, and begged bitterly: "Dad, the cook over there has made a few more roasted lamb shanks, my son will serve you over there. Eat and drink."

Without waiting for Lao Cheng to refute, he dragged his father away with all his might.

At this moment, a scholar's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said, "I have already written a verse..." He bowed his hands to Li Shimin, then looked proud, and said lightly: "The young man rides a white horse and goes to the northwest. Alright, no regrets!"

"Okay!" Before everyone could speak, Li Yuanchang shouted "Okay" first. This guy's face was swollen by Han Yue's beating, and his speech was a little leaky. Serve the country. Second brother, I am afraid that this question will be won."

Li Shimin sneered and said lightly: "This poem has some charm, but why does it always sound familiar to me?"

An old fox walked out next to him, it was Shangguan Yi, the tumbler of the court. The old man said with a smile on his face: "Your Majesty certainly sounds familiar, this poem is clearly an excerpt, the original text is from Cao Zhi's "The White Horse", but he secretly changed the sentence That's it."

Li Shimin laughed, the scribe was flushed, and Li Yuanchang was stunned.

The eldest grandson suddenly pushed Han Yue and said in a low voice, "It's up to you, show Ben Gong well, don't be embarrassed, or your ears will be pulled off."

Han Yue sighed helplessly, walked slowly to the center of the crowd, and said indifferently: "In the past, Cao Zhi wrote poetry in seven steps, but this minister did not have the talent, so he racked his brains to make a few sentences, please comment."

"Read!" Li Shimin waved his hand, signaling him to start directly.

Han Yue took two steps forward, suddenly exhaled, and punched the flower tree beside him, the tree shook and the leaves fell.He stretched out his hand to hold a fallen leaf, and his tone suddenly became enthusiastic: "Xinfengmei wine fights for ten thousand, how many years is Xianyang Ranger? When you meet, you will drink for the king, and you will be tied to a high-rise building with a weeping willow..."

"Okay!" This time, it was not like Li Yuanchang was alone, but all the ministers were applauding.A good sentence is a good sentence, how can it not resonate with people?

Han Yue suddenly threw the fallen leaves in his hand, took two steps forward, and then recited a poem: "I was born in the Han Yulin Lang, and I first followed the hussars to fight in Yuyang. Who knows if you don't suffer in the side court and die I still smell the fragrance of chivalrous bones."

"Okay!" There was a bang, and another round of applause.

Han Yue screamed in the sky and took two steps forward. His tone became more and more excited, and it turned out to be another song: "Wuling is a young man in the east of the golden city, and a silver saddle and a white horse are enjoying the spring breeze. Where are the fallen flowers and walks, laughing into the Orchid wine shop? ."

In six steps, three poems, Cao Zhi made poems in seven steps, he was even more ruthless than Cao Zhi.At this point, the whole place was silent, and the ministers no longer dared to applaud, but only dared to hiss and gasp.

"Jingyang's talent is dominating the world!" Du Ruhui, Duke of Cai, suddenly came out of the crowd, sighed up to the sky, and expressed everyone's heartfelt wishes.

From now on, who would dare to write juvenile poems again?

Chapter 203 Kill the King of Han with one palm

Li Yuanchang's face was ashen. Although his literary talent was not good, it was not completely free. He couldn't compose poems, but he could still listen to poems.Han Yue walked three six-step poems, regardless of the lines of the poems, this speed alone has surpassed the crowd.

"This game, the younger brother loses!" Li Yuanchang snorted, cupped his hands at the emperor, and then said, "Second brother, please continue to ask questions..."

Li Shimin smiled indifferently, and said leisurely: "King of Han, do you still need to compare?" He didn't address Seventh Brother this time, but changed back to his official title, clearly implying that Li Yuanchang would stop here, lest he lose his name and offend the entire royal family Not good looking.

Li Yuanchang was not stupid, he could understand Li Shimin's hints, but he just felt a fire in his chest, and he couldn't hold it down no matter what.

"If you don't compare, then you'll have to admit defeat!" This thought flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help peeking at Wang Lingxue. The night was blurred, and the neon was flashing. , It is like a little lotus in the wind, gorgeous and unpredictable.

"Second brother, please come up with a question!" Li Yuanchang gritted his teeth fiercely. In order to get this woman, he must not lose. He could only pretend that he didn't understand Li Shimin's hint.

He already has a wife and family, and his love for Wang Lingxue is not love, but a man's possessive desire.He is an aristocrat in heaven, such a beautiful daughter should have fun under his crotch.

"If it weren't for Han Yue's muddy legs, this king would have already succeeded..." Li Yuanchang felt resentment in his heart, his eyes were like a poisonous snake, and he stared coldly at Han Yue.

It's a pity that Han Yue didn't take him seriously at all, shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and suddenly said respectfully to Li Shimin: "Your Majesty, the night is a little late, I am afraid that the little princess will be sleepy later, and I want to give her the last birthday present. …”

"There are still gifts?" Li Shimin's eyes lit up, and he waved his hand lightly: "In that case, take it out quickly."

Han Yue nodded, he handed Xiao Sizi to the eldest grandson gently, turned around and strode away, never looking at Li Yuanchang from the beginning to the end.

With such contempt, Li Yuanchang clearly regarded it as shit and mud, and Li Yuanchang shouted angrily: "Jingyang Hou An dares to insult me, this king swears that this life will not be as good as a rest!"

In the darkness of the night, Han Yue's voice came leisurely, fluttering, but powerful, and said indifferently: "I don't want to rest, so what? Isn't the king of Han afraid of angering me and making your life as short as smoke..."

As soon as this statement came out, the audience was shocked. After all, Han Yue's identity was only the county magistrate, while Li Yuanchang was the dignified county king. He threatened the county king as a prince.

Wang Gui finally seized the opportunity, the old fox twisted his beard and smiled, and pointedly said: "Jingyang's domineering is unparalleled in the world!"

Li Shimin's eyes turned cold, and he gave Wang Gui a vicious look, but unfortunately the old man slipped his hand and said politely: "Your Majesty, the old minister is just discussing the matter, neither remonstrance nor slander. Will it be a crime for words?"

Li Shimin snorted and said meaningfully: "Those who use words as swords will eventually die by the sword..."

Wang Gui looked indifferent and respectfully said: "The old minister is in his sixtieth year, and even if he dies, it is not a premature death, but Your Majesty, do you really raise the butcher's knife innocently?"

At this moment, Han Yue's voice came again, still so light and so leisurely: "His Majesty's Emperor's Sword will only be used to slay dragons, not to slaughter an old dog."

He stepped forward, the night wind was blowing, and his clothes were fluttering. Han Yue walked directly to Wang Gui, but instead of looking at Wang Gui, he looked up at the sky, and said lightly: "Your Majesty does not kill dogs, because he is the emperor, he will Dirty hands. But I'm not afraid of dirty hands, I'm a thug..."

The words directly turned his face, and he no longer called Mr. Wang, but an old dog.Who can bear such abuse?Wang Gui was furious, and he was about to open his mouth. Han Yue shouted sharply and shouted: "Shut your stinky mouth, if you dare to say another word tonight, I will kill you!"

His eyes were clear, fierce light flickered, and a murderous aura burst forth.

Wang Gui's pupils shrank, and he could feel that the young man in front of him wasn't frightening him, but really wanted to kill.

Han Yue still looked up at the sky, as if he was reminiscing, and as if he was muttering to himself, sighing: "I came from the mud village, and I only want to help the common people. Make a waterwheel, invent mosquito coils, Huoxiang Zhengqi water, High alcohol... I burned red bricks and built a mutual market. In just three years, tens of thousands of people were fed. When Jieli invaded the Central Plains, I brought cannons to stop the Turkic vanguard army, and offered three strategies and three strategies to His Majesty. By the side, negotiating with the Turks alone, tit for tat, fighting for every inch of land..."

He recounted the past events one by one, and everyone in the courtyard looked at each other in dismay, not knowing what he wanted to do, only Cheng Yaojin secretly screamed that it was not good, and there was a faint sense of badness in his heart.