The prince laughed contemptuously, "Why use tiredness as an excuse! If you don't have that talent, just admit it openly!"
The seventh prince immediately explained, "Brother, it's not that he doesn't know how to do it, it's just..."
Li Huaiyun stood up, "The seventh prince doesn't need to explain anything. What the prince said makes sense. I don't have that talent!"
"It seems that Mr. Li is quite self-aware!" The prince looked disdainful, thinking that a person from the Demon Slayer Division had no ability to speak here.
Mu Yuan's face always had that expressionless look.
She was not interested in things like poetry, let alone this so-called game! In addition, I am naturally lonely, and I want to stay away from here and go to a place where no one is around.
However, now, she is a bit tempered, mainly because the prince's attitude is really aggressive! Very disgusting.
Mu Yuan also stood up, touched his arm with her elbow, and said softly, "I heard that old man Sikyong say that you are very talented in poetry. If so, why don't you show it and rub off the spirit of my big brother!
Li Huaiyun looked at Mu Yuan helplessly, does this woman think I have a long life? Going to confront the prince head-on?
He lowered his head and said quietly, "Are you serious? That's the prince, so he must show some mercy."
"He has said this about you, why should he show mercy," Mu Yuan said bluntly, "Besides, you may not be able to write a poem that is better than him."
When Li Huaiyun heard such a comment, even though he knew it was a way to provoke generals, he was still a little unhappy, "Are you kidding me! As long as I write a poem, not to mention the prince, even the poet sage of Zhou Dynasty will come. Stand aside."
Mu Yuan looked at Li Huaiyun with questioning eyes, "You are so good at blowing it!"
The prince and everyone saw the two of them whispering there. Their voices were very soft, and basically nothing could be heard. However, they seemed to be quite unconvinced.
Others present were more willing to side with the prince.
Li Huaiyun shouted unconvinced, "Who said I blew it?"
Mu Yuan said, "Since you didn't blow it, you should stay close to the theme and write a poem!"
"Let me think about it!" Li Huaiyun searched in his mind. Poems related to autumn must not only be close to the customs and customs of the Zhou Dynasty, but also have enough artistic conception. Only in this way can they be considered qualified. Otherwise, people will not be able to empathize with them.
The prince looked at the two people looking at each other. He felt that he shouldn't expect anything, they were just wasting time.
"If you really can't think of it, just say it and no one will embarrass you."
Mu Yuan turned her head and said to the prince, "Brother! Since you want to write a poem, of course you have to craft it carefully and think about it slowly. Please be patient and wait for a while!"
"Wait, my father is coming!"
"Isn't that better? With Nahun... With Father here, let him evaluate the poems you two have written and see who is better!"
"Sister Fourteen, what else do you need to comment on? Everyone knows that my eldest brother is famous for his poetic talent in the palace."
Mu Yuan smiled indifferently, "That's only in the palace. The person with the strongest martial arts cultivation is also in the palace!" Her words immediately shocked the prince who spoke, and there was no way to refute.
Li Huaiyun held his chin and was thinking. He had never thought that it would be like this before, so it was still a bit difficult to find poems on the theme of autumn.
"Can you guys be quiet for a few minutes? I'm trying to think."
He was very annoyed when someone was chirping beside him while he was thinking, which made him unable to calm down.
With a smile on her face, Liu Ruo kept staring at Li Huaiyun who was thinking. In her eyes, the thinking man was the most attractive.
After an unknown amount of time, Li Huaiyong clasped his hands together and said, "Okay! It's already there!"
His eyes met the eldest princess with a beautiful face, and inadvertently, the princess was filled with love.
Li Huaiyun looked around and said, "Since the theme this time is autumn, I have a lot of ideas. I hope you can give me some advice!"
He stood next to the wall, "Who can give me a pair of calligraphy treasures!"
When the prince saw this, he laughed loudly, "Master Li, could it be that you want to write something on the wall with a pen?"
Li Huaiyun cupped his fists and saluted, "That's exactly what I meant."
"Hmph! It's so rude. This is a royal palace. How can I allow you to graffiti on the wall?"
"Prince, how do you know that I am scribbling? Could it be that it is an eternal quatrain?"
The prince still couldn't help but smile, "It's really funny that a demon hunter from the Demon Slaying Division, who is still the lowest level and practices martial arts, is bragging here and saying that he has made an eternal quatrain."
"Laugh!" Li Huaiyun said, "You can smile now!" He looked around, "Can no one give me a pen?"
At this time, Liu Ruo came forward, holding a pen and ink, "Master Li, please!"
The prince looked at Liu Ruo in surprise and yelled, "Wait! Liu Ruo, what are you going to do? Why do you believe this person? If your father knows that someone is writing on the wall, he will definitely be furious."
"Brother! I will bear all the consequences. I believe in this guy!"
"Humph!" the prince said, "How can you bear the consequences? I was the first to object!"
The seventh prince also came out at this time, "Brother, I agree with Liu Ruo's approach, let this person try it!" He already knew everything, and he was definitely not an easy person to be able to write poems written by Jiang Xue and Li Shu.
I’m afraid everyone will know this time!
"Is it useful if you agree?" The prince raised his hand and looked at the people behind him, "You have to have everyone agree!"
The prince smiled proudly, and the people behind him supported him. Most of them raised their hands, but a few were still watching.
There were only a few people supporting them in front of them. Liu Ruo said to everyone, "Don't you want to see what poems this person can write? If something happens, I will bear the consequences!"
The prince laughed loudly, "They all know, father is furious!"
The seventh prince stepped forward, "Do you think my father doesn't even have this kind of grace?" He took the brush in Li Huaiyun's hand and asked, "What is the title of this poem?"
"Maple Bridge Ye Bo!"
The seventh prince walked directly to the wall and wrote the title on it.
The prince obviously did not expect that the seventh prince would do this, and pointed at him, "You are so brave!"
"I also want to know what kind of poem he will write?"
The prince looked disdainful, "Humph! What can he write? You think too highly of him." At this point, he no longer stopped him, thinking that when his father came, he would be able to watch a good show.
"Write!" The seventh prince threw the brush over, and Liu Ruo also stood by the wall.
Li Huaiyun picked up the pen and wrote on the wall. The soft brush splashed ink, leaving beautiful square fonts stroke by stroke on the wall.
"The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is filled with frost! Jiang Feng fishes and fires against Chou Mian!"
When other people in the room saw these two sentences written out, their eyes widened immediately, and the image jumped into their minds.
"These two sentences are very picturesque!"
"There is a strong sense of sadness in the poem, and that sadness makes people feel sad."
"yes!"
"The wording is also very sophisticated. This person's poetic talent is probably better than that of his elder brother."
When the prince saw these two poems on the wall, his expression changed drastically and he stood there numbly.
The poem he wrote was a poem that he had carefully prepared before, just to give others the impression of excellent poetic talent on a specific occasion.
But now, under the verses written by Li Huaiyun, that poem looks dull, without any outstanding features.
He frowned and looked fiercely at Li Huaiyun by the wall. What is this person's background? With such talent, he makes people envious. He followed the Fourteenth Sister to the palace to investigate. Is he the demon hunter of the Demon Slayer Division? Why is there such a talent?
Does he have a special relationship with the fourteenth sister, maybe he is the consort? .
The Seventh Prince's eyes were locked on the wall. He read the poem meaningfully and praised it sincerely. It was really great. He was worthy of writing about Jiang Xue and Li Si.
He asked hurriedly, "Where are the next two sentences!"
"Yes! What are the next two sentences?" Everyone in the room was very excited and kept shouting loudly.
Everyone is looking forward to it, after all, the first two sentences are already so brilliant!
Li Huaiyun held the pen in his hand and hesitated for a while. He suddenly had a guess in his mind about the corpse hidden in the tree.
The sky is covered with frost! Could it be that the corpse seemed to be stored in an icehouse?
Seeing Li Huaiyun stop writing, the Seventh Prince urged, "Master Li, why don't you finish the remaining two lines of the poem? Is it because you don't have enough time and haven't thought about it yet?"
After being urged by everyone, Li Huaiyun came to his senses and wrote the next two sentences on the wall, "Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rings for the passenger ship!"
After seeing the last two sentences, the prince subconsciously read the poem in its entirety.
He also had to admit that the other party was really talented in poetry.
What a poem! This guy is so outstanding, and he is actually a monster hunter. First, there is not enough time, and secondly, the artistic conception of this poem fits the title very well!
Excellent work! He actually regretted that he shouldn't have ridiculed this man.
It's a pity that we didn't find the person who wrote about Jiang Xue and Li Si, and now we have missed such a talented person again!
However, since he is a prince, he can naturally be fought for.
The prince clapped his hands fiercely, "It is indeed a good poem. The artistic conception is melodious and profound, and the sad emotions are contained in the poems. It is worth pondering."
The prince looked at Li Huaiyun with burning eyes. He walked up and said, "I haven't asked you yet. Please give me your name!"
"Li Huaiyun!"
"Li Huaiyun?" The prince's first reaction to this name was that he felt that the other person's parents had chosen the name casually.
"Master Li, if you have time, I would like to invite you to your palace for a chat and talk about poetry! What do you think?"
Li Huaiyun cupped his fists and saluted, "Sorry! Prince, I'm afraid I can't do it. I have other important things to do here."
He refused immediately, regardless of the identity of the other party.
"You can wait until you finish your work!"
"I don't know how long it will be without the prince's troubles!
The expression on the prince's face instantly darkened, and he looked at Li Huaiyun with wide eyes. He did not expect this man to be so disrespectful.
Upon seeing this, the Seventh Prince immediately walked up, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere, "Brother, don't be angry. The main reason is that this guy has important things to do and it is inconvenient to go to anyone else's palace."
"Besides, he still has to accompany Fourteenth Sister! Find the real culprit in the case."
When the prince heard this explanation, he felt a little comfort in his heart.
"Really! That's a pity. Mr. Li's poems are indeed very artistic, with a hint of sadness in them. Who wouldn't appreciate such wonderful poems?"
