After her death, the emperors of the seven kingdoms all went mad

Wang Yanyan quickly returned to her original smile.

There is no need to take such talentless and incompetent people seriously.

"How's the wine?"

Fu Jingchuan asked, leaning back in his chair, supporting his head with one hand and holding a wine glass with the other.

Everyone replied: Good wine!

He drank it all in one gulp and said, "What's the good idea?"

Lan Xin, who was sitting far away, recited Li Bai's "Keep Guests in the Street": "Lanling's fine wine and tulips..."

After reciting the whole poem, someone couldn't help but cheer: "What a good poem!"

"I didn't expect that Lan Xin could write such a wonderful poem."

"Yeah, she is completely different from her brother, no, it should be her sister."

Lan Xin was secretly proud.

Lan Zhi, the professional troublemaker, came again. She asked with a smile, "Where is Lanling?"

When Lan Xin was asked this question, her feeling of elation instantly turned into nervousness: "It's just... a small place, a place my sister has never been to."

"Oh... I have been following His Majesty and have studied the geography of the Seven Kingdoms, but I have never heard of this place."

"It's just a small place. It's normal that you haven't heard of it."

Lan Zhi smiled and said, "Listening to my sister's poetry, do you think Lanling's wine is good?"

"No, I mean the wine is good, metaphorically speaking."

"Oh, from what I heard from my sister's last two sentences, you still think this place is a foreign land. Do you still want to be the queen of Mo?"

"That's not what I meant. I just miss home."

At this time, someone spoke up for Lan Xin: "I just miss home. You are from the same clan, why are you so aggressive?"

At this time, the top scholar An Jingheng said: "The poem is a good poem, but it has different meanings when used in different occasions. Let alone whether there is a place called Lanling, she praises things from other places here and says that this place is a foreign land. Can it be regarded as having something strange in her heart?"

"Yes, Lord An is right."

Lan Xin was so scared that she quickly waved her hands to deny it: "I didn't mean that. This poem was written by a great poet. I thought it was very good, so I quoted it."

She glanced at Fu Jingchuan and saw that he looked stern. She knelt down with a plop and said, "I didn't mean that. Your Majesty, please forgive me for my unintentional mistake."

Someone laughed and said, "So it wasn't her who did it. I thought she was so talented."

"She didn't make it herself, but she looked so smug about it. I actually thought she created it."

Fu Jingchuan slowly raised his eyes and glanced at everyone: "In the future, anyone who quotes or plagiarizes other people's works without informing them in advance will be sentenced to seven years in prison."

Everyone bowed again: "We will keep this in mind."

Lan Xin forced a smile and sat down awkwardly.

Fortunately, I said it was a quote in time, otherwise it would be terrible if it was found out.

At this time, Wang Yanyan slowly spoke: "Prime Minister Lan must be more talented than his sister, right? Why don't you ask Prime Minister Lan to compose a poem for this fine wine?"

When someone below heard this, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Lan Zhi smiled and said, "I'm here to taste wine, not to write poetry. If you like, then go ahead and write."

Many people heard the double entendre in Lan Zhi's words, and the scene suddenly became quiet.

Lan Zhi picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

Compose poetry?

who do you think You Are?

Just let me do it?

At this time, the handsome Tanhua Lang stood up and said: "Then I will show you how ugly I am."

He thought for a moment and said, "I indulge in wine and songs in the world, and sigh for the beautiful woman after the passing of time..."

When Tanhualang finished his poem, everyone praised him.

Someone laughed and said, "Is the third place winner thinking of his sweetheart again?"

The third place winner smiled brightly and denied it repeatedly.

When Lan Zhi saw others smiling from the bottom of their hearts, she couldn't help but smile too.

Fu Jingchuan looked at Lan Zhi and saw that her eyes were full of Tanhua Lang and she was smiling so brightly. He suddenly felt unhappy.

"Since Prime Minister Lan has drunk so much, it's time for you to write a poem."

Fu Jingchuan suddenly spoke, and everyone shifted their gaze from Tanhualang to Lan Zhi.

The emperor is going to stand up for the county lady!

I’m going to force this idiot to write poetry!

Once everyone had something to eat, they became more spirited and waited for Lan Zhi to make a fool of herself.

Wang Yanyan looked at Lan Zhi proudly with a lovely smile on her face.

Humph, you don’t listen to me, do you dare not listen to the emperor’s words?

Lan Xince was waiting for Lan Zhi to make a fool of herself with a gloating look on her face.

I've made you look bad, now it's your turn!

Lan Zhi looked at the phoenix flowers on the tree and raised her wine glass:

"The branches are full of phoenixes,

The cool breeze wants to steal the wine.

I mistakenly drank all the cup of lovesickness,

For whom is the black and white frost left? "

The scene was unusually quiet for a moment.

At this time, An Jingheng praised: "What a great line, 'The cool breeze is trying to steal the wine'!"

Tanhualang agreed: "That's right, I was wondering why the wine in this glass was always blown by the wind, it turns out that the wind wanted to steal my fine wine, hahahaha."

The runner-up also said, "Great! Using the wind to steal the wine is a good way to describe how good this wine is."

"Could she have stolen this song as well?" The county lady's little sister couldn't help but ask, "After all, she and Lan Xin are sisters."

Lan Zhi smiled: "I heard that your brother raped a girl, so did you rape a boy as well? After all, you are still his biological child."

The little sister was choked and speechless.

An Jingheng said: "This poem was clearly written for this situation and this scene. I believe it was written by Prime Minister Lan himself."

"Even the third place winner has to think about it before composing a poem. How could she compose such a good poem without even thinking about it? I don't believe it."

Lan Zhi shook her head: "There's a pickled vegetable in the stone jar, and a salted fish stew in the pot. You make fun of others for not knowing the taste, and you stink yourself up for just one dish."

Everyone listened to Lan Zhi's poem and savored it carefully.

The little sister also heard it, "How dare you scold me?"

"Yes, you are like pickled cabbage and salted fish, sour, vegetable, and superfluous."

Everyone burst into laughter after hearing this.

"This Lan Zhi is really merciless when he curses at people."

While everyone was laughing, Fu Jingchuan on the side remained silent.

He was thinking about the last two lines of Lan Zhi's poem: I mistakenly drank up the lovesickness in the cup, for whom is the black ink and white frost left?

Is she talking about him?

Ever since Lan Xin came, he no longer allowed her to come to the imperial study to get ink and paint.

Is she sad about this?

Fu Jingchuan's heart was filled with pain.

He looked at Lan Zhi and saw that her face had become much sharper, and he felt heartbroken again.

Was the lovesickness she was talking about also because of him?

I didn’t know how to eat properly and lost so much weight.

Lan Zhi felt his gaze and looked towards him, only to see him immediately look away.

He said, "Since Miss Ruan is sour and smelly, you don't need to come here anymore. Take her out."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Lan Zhi knew that Fu Jingchuan was not afraid of gossip and would just say whatever he wanted to say, but he was so direct and didn't give her any face at all.

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ps: Except for the one by Li Bai, the rest of the poems are original, written temporarily due to the needs of the plot. In addition, the author's ability is limited and the writing is not good, but please regard them as good poems according to the needs of the plot (laughing and crying) and please don't criticize.