The prince shook his sleeves. Although he was a little unconvinced, he had to admit the other party's ability. "It's rare for a monster hunter to have such poetic talent!"
He no longer dared to mention the poems he had written.
"When I find the person who wrote the two poems Jiang Xue and Li Si, I hope to enjoy them together and come to my palace to get together!"
The seventh prince looked at Li Huaiyun and smiled softly, "Brother, there is no need to go to the other two!"
"Why don't you go find them?" The prince didn't quite understand, "Does it mean that the seventh brother knows or is familiar with those two people?"
"This person is far away in the world, but right in front of you!"
"Ah!" The prince subconsciously looked around and saw no one else. At this time, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
He suddenly understood what the seventh prince's words meant! When he thought of this, he felt a little regretful. His attitude should not be so arrogant.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Xue and Lisi, which have been recited in Kyoto these days, were actually written by this demon hunter named Li Huaiyun.
The prince recited these three poems silently in his mind, only to realize that they had similarities but similar approaches! All highlight the sadness,
He looked at Li Huaiyun and wondered what kind of sadness was hidden in this guy's heart that could make him write such a poem.
He secretly swore that no matter what price he had to pay, he would recruit this person to his command.
"The Emperor has arrived!"
The door of the house was pushed open, and a eunuch walked in and shouted sharply at everyone.
The princes and princesses in the room immediately stood in front of the table in order, then knelt on the ground with their hands in front of them.
Li Huaiyun glanced at Mu Yuan, and she did the same, and then knelt on the ground, complaining in his heart that this kind of etiquette was troublesome, and his knees already hurt after not kneeling for long.
He asked in a low voice, "This emperor walks too slowly!"
"Hmph! Don't those who are superior like everyone to kneel down and worship them?"
"Then when he comes in and bows, can he eat?"
"Yes! However, you usually have to listen to what the Hunjun has to say!"
"A few more words?" Li Huaiyun thought of the meeting at work in his previous life.
At this time, a figure walked in from the darkness outside the door. The man was dressed in a dragon robe, with a majestic face and a tall posture. There was a scar between his eyebrows. From top to bottom, the man who came in was the emperor of Zhou Dynasty. Emperor Sheng
His expression was serious, and his face held a kind of majesty.
Li Huaiyun raised his head slightly and looked at Emperor Zhou Sheng. There was a natural difference in aura between this man and the man who wiped the table for him before.
Emperor Zhou Sheng walked towards the room with vigorous steps. When he sat on the main seat, he gently waved his hand and asked the servants outside the door to come in and put the prepared dishes on each table. On the desk of the prince and princess.
This dinner was quite sumptuous, with three or four plates of cold dishes alone, and the taste was quite delicious.
It’s worth it! I finally tasted the food cooked by the imperial chef. It would be great if there were such good meals these days!
Emperor Zhou Sheng raised the wine glass above his head and looked at the people below, "Today, I asked you to come here because I hope you will not forget the love of brotherhood, get together more, and move around more. Not only do I need you to protect my country now, , I will also need you in the future. In daily life, do less of those intrigues and intrigues in the future, and don’t think that no one knows,"
He said in a calm voice, "If you don't want others to know, you have to do it yourself. This time you are here, toast to each other, forget all the unpleasant things, and always remember that you are a family!"
He drank all the wine in the cup, and then shouted loudly, "I also want to say something to those people who spend all day thinking about how to get into this position, I don't like such people! "
"There is no royal land in the world. Whatever I give to you is yours. If I don't give it to you, you can't take it away."
Those princes and princesses below, those who are savvy, basically understand who Emperor Zhou Sheng is referring to in his words. People who don't understand will also regard these words as a warning.
Li Huaiyun had a different interpretation of these words. He thought that Emperor Zhou Sheng was in his old age and was a little obsessed with power.
When people get old, they always like to hold on to their rights tightly and are deeply afraid of being left behind. However, their body and age are already older, and they have no way to compare with when they were young. As they age further, There will always be a transfer of power.
The older the emperor is, the more people are coveting the throne. Everyone hopes to gain something from it. In addition, some older princes are eager to start fighting for the throne now.
Emperor Zhou Sheng placed the wine glass on the desk, then put his hands on his waist, "When I came here just now, I heard that it was quite lively here. What discussion are you having here? Why is it so intense!"
The prince left the desk and knelt down on one knee, "Father! It was my son's suggestion to write a poem with the theme of autumn!"
Emperor Zhou Sheng sat in front of the desk and tapped the table in front of him with his hand. His eyes were a little red, and it seemed that tears were gathering. He rubbed his eyes gently and said with a smile, "It's the end of autumn at this time. The title is quite appropriate.”
His eyes scanned the princes and princesses below, "I have so many children, will there be any masterpieces?"
The seventh prince stood up first, clasped his fists and saluted, "Father, the poems written by eldest brother are quite brilliant, and all of us like them relatively well."
"Oh! Read it and listen!"
Li Huaiyun sat there, feeling a little worried that he might be involved in this whirlpool of undercurrents.
This seventh prince is quite scheming. He first threw out the poem written by the prince to show the prince's ability. Then someone must throw out the poem Maple Bridge Leaf Pond.
This must be a comparison. As a prince, he was defeated by a demon hunter! It would greatly reduce the emperor's impression of the prince.
At this time, the prince was not very aware of this problem, so he simply rapped the poem. However, he also knew that this poem would not make his old father feel that there was anything outstanding about it.
Although the prince was dissatisfied in his heart, he showed that he was very convinced and it was hard to say anything.
"Not bad!"
Emperor Zhou Sheng was far from satisfied with the prince's poem. He was very talented to be able to write such a poem. He nodded lightly, "Axi is already pretty good. There are a few words in it that are not very useful." Okay, you can make more changes and think about it carefully.
The prince immediately clasped his fists in thanks and said, "My son, I will definitely change my ways after I return."
Emperor Zhou Sheng glanced downwards, "Just this one? Where are the others?"
The prince stepped forward to report, "There are still many more songs, let me and others read them to my father!"
"No! Let them do it by themselves. If they haven't finished writing, they can also read it!"
After listening for a while, the original relaxed expression on Emperor Zhou Sheng's face turned into a gloomy one. There was nothing left to see. It would be an understatement to say that it was all rubbish.
His eyes fell on the prince again, and he said with some comfort, "Oh! It seems that among the many brothers and sisters, you have the best poetic talent."
No one said anything else, but at this moment, Emperor Zhou Sheng saw writing on the white wall that he had seen over and over again.
There was fire in his eyes. Normally, he hated people graffiti. As an obsessive-compulsive disorder, he couldn't allow fonts to appear on the wall.
Emperor Zhou Sheng stood up and shouted angrily, "What's going on on this wall? Who dares to study on this wall?"
The prince cupped his fists and saluted, "Father, he is the man from the Demon Slayer Division. I tried to persuade him, but he didn't listen. Instead, he continued to write poems on it with his brush. I heard from the seventh brother that you called him here, so It’s not easy to stop this person.”
"Oh! This kid actually dared to write on the wall!" Emperor Zhou Sheng did not expect such a result, "Where is he? Stand up!"
Li Huaiyun stood up helplessly.
At this time, the seventh prince saw that the situation was not good and immediately explained, "Father, please don't blame Mr. Li. There must be a reason for him to do this, and..."
The prince looked arrogant and pointed at the seventh prince, "I'm talking about the emperor brother, that person's identity is different from ours. You and Liu Ruo took the direct lead in composing poems on the wall. Now that your father is angry, you What’s there to refute!”
Li Huaiyun bowed and said loudly, "Your Majesty, one person does the work and the other takes responsibility. You don't need to blame the Seventh Prince and Princess Liu Ruo."
The seventh prince lowered his body, clasped his fists and saluted, "I also have a responsibility, but please read the poem on the wall. I believe the emotions and artistic conception in this poem will make you feel moved. "
"Even compared to the poems written by my eldest brother, the gap is a bit huge!"
The prince knew that this evaluation was correct and could not refute it, so he immediately turned gloomy. He knew that the poems he had written were not as good as Li Huaiyun's, but in his heart, he knew that he was not much worse.
Emperor Zhou Sheng heard these remarks and asked curiously, "Oh! What kind of poem is it that makes the prince's poem eclipse?"
He put his hands behind his back and said with an indifferent expression, "If it were not that kind of masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, I would be punished by death."
Damn it! capital offense! In such eyes, Li Huaiyun felt for the first time that the emperor gave him a condescending aura without any rebuttal.
Now he could only hope that Emperor Zhou Sheng would choose to be acquitted after reading some of the poems on the wall.
At this time, he just wanted to slap himself hard. Just to embarrass the prince, he chose to write on the wall! It's simply a disaster.
Emperor Zhou Sheng came to the wall and looked at the ancient poems written on the white wall. He slowly recited it silently in his heart. Every word on it seemed particularly appropriate and precious.
He was particularly touched by the sadness contained in the poem.
Emperor Zhou Sheng read out softly, "The moon is setting on Su Di and the sky is covered with frost. The river maple and fishing fire are facing Chou Mian. Outside the city of Gusu, Hanshan Temple, the midnight bell is ringing for the passenger ship."
Good poems, no matter how many times you read them, are always so catchy. Every time you read them, you can feel the sadness from this poem.
Emperor Zhou Sheng pointed at the wall, then looked at Li Huaiyun, "Did you really write this poem?"
Li Huaiyun nodded affirmatively, "Yes, Your Majesty, I think no one would dare to deceive you here!"
"You are truly a talent that is rare to see in a hundred years! With just this poem "Mooring at Maple Bridge at Night", you can compare with all the so-called poets of the Zhou Dynasty."
"This is real poetry!"
