Good! My stupid son finally rebelled!

Write a poem on the theme of the moon!

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

next second.

There was a burst of discussion at the scene.

Zhao Kun lowered his voice and leaned close to Ling Tian's ear: "Your Highness, this poem is a piece of cake for you."

"Do you like this courtesan?" Ling Tian asked, smacking his lips. Zhao Kun said frivolously, "Your Highness, who doesn't like beauties? But I still have some self-awareness."

"I dare not compete in front of His Highness."

Zhao Kun understood Ling Tian's talent. Looking at the entire Daqian, he was a leader.

Yourself!

Nothing.

A plump man stepped out from the crowd and said, "Ms. Shi Yan, since the theme is the moon, I will be the first to perform my poor performance."

Shi Yan whispered: "Sir, please."

The fat man pretended to be knowledgeable, but Zhao Kun looked down on him and said, "This idiot has come out to embarrass himself."

"You know him?"

Ling Tian whispered in surprise, and Zhao Kun smiled and said, “Your Highness, this is Wang Yue, the young master of the Wang family in Kyoto. He relies on the great family business and bullies men and women in Kyoto all day long.”

"He's a complete idiot."

"You don't have any talent at all, but you pretend to be a genius all day long."

"I'm afraid he's been possessed by lust, otherwise he wouldn't have made such a fool of himself."

Zhao Kun had just finished speaking when he heard the fat man fold his fan and chant with heroic spirit: "White jade hangs in the sky, look closely at the white jade plate."

"From a distance, the disk looks like jade, but in reality, it is a full moon."

As soon as Wang Yue finished speaking, there were bursts of exclamations from the audience: "What a great poem!"

"Young Master Wang is indeed a dragon among men. Such poems come to mind easily."

"It seems that Miss Shi Yan's lover today must be Young Master Wang."

On the high platform.

Shi Yan almost laughed out loud when she heard this, but she still praised him: "Please wait, Prince Wang."

Wang Yue was very proud when he heard this, as if he had won the first place.

"Silly bird."

Zhao Kun smiled disdainfully, his voice was not loud, but Wang Yue heard it clearly, his eyes suddenly turned cold: "Zhao Kun, are you jealous of me?"

"I'm not jealous of you." Zhao Kun said disdainfully: "You can't even write a doggerel poem, and you still have the nerve to talk about being the guest of honor."

"Zhao Kun."

Wang Yue angrily scolded: "You want to die, don't think that I dare not touch you."

Wang Yue is the young master of the Wang family and a retainer of the prince. His father is the head of the Wang family. He controls most of the cloth business in Kyoto and has the cooperation of the Zhao family, which makes him Zhao Kun's uncle.

It is indeed very easy to kill Zhao Kun.

Zhao Kun's eyes were filled with anger: "Wang Yue, do you really think your Wang family's business can last long? I heard that Jinxiu Cloth Shop has beaten your Wang family into a state of temper during this period of time."

Wang Yue's face trembled, as if he had been hurt. He stood up and was about to fight. Fortunately, the madam came out with a smile: "Hey, gentlemen, why are you so angry?"

"Today is the day when Miss Shi Yan is getting married."

"Don't you want to see Miss Shi Yan's true appearance?"

Wang Yue said: "Zhao Kun, since you think so little of my poems, you idiot, why don't you write a poem and let me see it."

"Everyone in Kyoto knows your name, Zhao Kun."

Wang Yue's words caused everyone to laugh. Zhao Kun usually showed himself to be a fool.

Zhao Kun's face flushed. "Since you want to die, I will make you admit defeat sincerely."

Even a clay figure still has some clay nature.

What about Zhao Kun?

ponder for a moment.

Zhao Kun simply chanted: "The moon is hanging in the sky, the silver light fills the earth, the night sky is accompanied by twinkling stars, let's enjoy the bright moon together."

Wang Yue was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that Zhao Kun could speak so casually, and it seemed that the number of words he wrote was even greater than his own?

Awesome!

Wang Yue couldn't admit that he couldn't do it, so his loyal followers sneered, "Master Zhao, we thought you could come up with some quatrains, but we didn't expect it to be so funny."

"That's right. Even though you have a lot of words, they are all words that are not presentable."

"I think I'm not as good as Prince Wang."

……

Wang Yue had someone to back him up, so he became bolder: "Zhao Kun, waste is waste, just accept your fate."

Zhao Kun gnashed his teeth in anger, but he had no other choice. He didn't know who started the commotion, "Mr. Zhao, the one next to you must be the Sixth Prince, right? I heard that the Sixth Prince is in the imperial court."

"The words 'Iron Horses and Ice Rivers Came into My Dreams' drew praise from all the officials."

"Why don't you let His Highness Sixth Prince take this opportunity to recite a poem today?"

"Makes sense."

"Sixth Prince, please fulfill our little wish."

"I hope your Highness the Sixth Prince will help me."

……

Everyone's eyes immediately fell on Ling Tian. Zhao Kun was a little anxious: "Your Highness, don't bother with them."

"It's out of the way."

Ling Tian smiled confidently: "Since everyone wants to listen, then I will not be polite to this guest tonight."

Wang Yue smiled wryly: "Your Highness, we are all ears."

He spoke politely, but he didn't care at all. It was obvious that the image of the Sixth Prince as a waste was already deeply rooted in his mind.

corner.

Tuoba Ke's cold eyes swept across Ling Tian, ​​and he cursed in his heart: "A person who only knows obscene words and erotic language wants to use the moon as a token to recite a poem."

"What a shame to the moon."

In the attic.

Shi Yan sighed softly: "Could it be that there is no one in the capital of Daqian who can be my lover?"

Obviously, she also knew Ling Tian's past and had no hope in her heart.

Ling Tian was not angry either, he took a step forward and said: "Miss Shi Yan, as long as the poem satisfies Miss Shi Yan, can I have you for a night?"

Shameless rapist, bringing shame to the royal family.

Shi Yan did not dare to get angry: "Sixth Prince, although I am a prostitute, I can maintain my integrity and dignity. I cannot tolerate common sayings."

Proud!

Ling Tian smiled in his heart: "I am just playing the role of a tsundere."

"Miss Shi Yan, then you better listen carefully." Ling Tian smiled proudly: "The river and the sky are one color without any dust."

Ling Tian's words caused sighs to break out again, and everyone in the pavilion couldn't help but shake their heads, thinking to themselves, "Sixth Prince, why bother showing off your charm? You're only asking for trouble."

"I have given you a way out, but you just don't understand."

Zhao Kun's eyes lit up and his ears pricked up, and he was excited: "Your Highness is going to write poetry again."

"Looking at your confident expression, your poem must be a famous and heroic poem that has shocked the world."

Ling Tian did not notice the changes in the expressions of the crowd, and said softly again: "The bright moon is alone in the sky."

As soon as these words were spoken, the scene fell into silence.

Inside the attic, the elegant and calm person stood up suddenly, and her eyes under her eyelashes flickered with a hint of wonderful color. Tuoba Ke in the corner was also amazed.

These two sentences, written in a simple manner, give people a strong sense of contrast.

The riverside and the bright moon are quite artistic.

Ling Tian put his hands behind his back and uttered the words of an immortal again: "Who first saw the moon by the river? When did the moon by the river first shine on people?"

When the last word fell, Tuoba Ke felt as if he had been electrocuted. His body trembled violently and he froze in place. A look of surprise flashed in his beautiful eyes and he subconsciously exclaimed:

"How can this be!"