Song Huan's hands were hanging in the air, and in his mind, there were one magnificent poem after another.
Five thousand years of Chinese culture has a long history, is extensive and profound!
There are endless poems describing chrysanthemums alone.
Whether it is the leisurely and leisurely feeling of "Autumn chrysanthemums are beautiful, and their beauty is reflected in the dew", or the high-spirited and bright style of "I would rather hold the fragrant branches until they grow old than follow the yellow leaves dancing in the autumn wind".
They are all the crystallization of ancient thoughts and infinite treasures of Chinese culture!
There were so many poems to choose from that for a while, Song Huan couldn't choose the most satisfying one.
Seeing that the time to wind up the scrolls was coming, Song Huan finally wrote four lines of poetry on the rice paper with a flourish of his pen.
A stick of incense burns out quickly.
The maids came forward and took away the test papers one by one from the prince's table.
Seeing that Song Huan seemed to have written a few poems on his test paper, Song Yu couldn't help but look surprised.
But soon, he smiled contemptuously again.
"Oh, it's hard for my fourth brother to rack his brains and come up with these words!"
"Inviting you to such an occasion is indeed a bit overwhelming."
Hearing Song Yu's words, all the young ladies couldn't help but chuckle.
Looking at the entire capital, who doesn't know that the fourth prince is naturally stupid and can barely read a few big characters!
I dare to participate in the poetry meeting today without knowing my ability. Isn’t that pretentious and self-defeating?
Being humiliated by His Highness the Crown Prince really did not offend him at all.
Among the crowd of people laughing, Cheng Susu was the only one with a serious face and no expression at all.
To be fair, Cheng Susu admires good men who are capable of literary, military, and quick thinking.
But now that he and Song Huan have made an engagement, no matter how unbearable he is, he is still her husband!
No matter how much she despised Song Huan in her heart, Cheng Susu could not make fun of him in front of everyone.
A trace of doubt appeared on Song Huan's face. He fanned his nose with his hand and looked around.
"Huh?"
"Second brother, third brother, do you smell it?"
"It smells so bad!"
"Did someone fart?"
"Still releasing them one after another!"
As soon as these words came out, Song De and Song Liang immediately laughed.
The other young ladies also suppressed their blushes, but they were too embarrassed to laugh out loud in front of the prince.
"Who are you talking about!"
Song Yu was so angry that her face turned red and her neck was thick, and she glared at Song Huan angrily.
At this moment, Song Yu forgot all the instructions from the Grand Master!
He just wanted to let the fool in front of him die without a burial place!
"Ahem."
The faint sound of coughing brought back some of Song Yu's sense.
Empress Shangguan glanced at Song Yu lightly and shook her head calmly at him.
Strangely enough, this child Song Yu has always been steady and rarely gets emotional.
On weekdays, when faced with provocations from the second and third children, he can always deal with them calmly.
Why is it that he always gets angry easily and loses his identity as a prince in front of this useless and useless fourth son?
While they were talking, Liu Qing, the son of the Minister of Hubu, as the representative of the people, had already selected a poem that was highly praised by everyone.
I saw Liu Qing cautiously holding a test paper in both hands.
It was as if he was holding a treasure worth ten thousand taels of gold in his hands, and he was extremely careful, for fear of accidentally getting the paper wrinkled.
"Report to the Queen!"
"After our unanimous selection, we have selected the most wonderful poem!"
"This poem defies all opinions, it is truly a masterpiece that stands out from the crowd!"
"To be fair, we have read poetry books for many years, but we have never seen a poem with such a powerful and ambitious spirit!"
Liu Qing praised this poem to great effect, and a group of young men and ladies following behind him could not help but nod in agreement.
Especially Cheng Susu, when she looked at the test paper in Liu Qing's hand, her eyes couldn't help but shine!
Cheng Susu has loved reading poetry since she was a child, and in recent years has been attracted by Bai Sinian's poems.
Whenever I have nothing to do, I would hold Bai Sinian's poetry collection in my hands and read it over and over.
However, no matter how good Bai Sinian's poems are, they are still not as magnificent as the one just now.
Obviously, the description is of an ordinary chrysanthemum, but the kingly demeanor that is exclusive to me is indeed something that no one else can even come close to!
Seeing that Liu Qing had made this poem so popular, Song Yu couldn't help but sit up straight and started to feel complacent.
Today's topic was revealed to me by my mother a long time ago, and it was jointly researched by several bachelors.
With just these few princes, they still want to fight with me?
Even Song Liang, who is known as "the most talented man in the world", can only stand aside!
Empress Shangguan was also full of confidence. She had a faint smile on her face when she heard Liu Qing and others praising this work so much.
"oh?"
"In that case, this poem must be extraordinary."
"Read it!"
Liu Qing cleared his throat and began to read loudly.
"When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom."
"The incense formation soaring to the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor."
Liu Qing's voice is not high-pitched, but he read this poem with a sharp and solemn atmosphere!
Everyone even closed their eyes and felt the heart-stirring power brought by this poem.
"What a poem, what a poem!"
"Only those with great ambitions can write with such courage that they can swallow up thousands of miles!"
"Yes, yes! I'm afraid it's not the handwriting of the third prince of Daliang who can describe the little chrysanthemum to such a state!"
"No! In my opinion, only the current prince has such a vision and vision!"
Everyone started talking, and Cheng Susu stretched her neck to observe the expressions of the princes one by one.
However.
Song Yu and Song Liang, one of them turned pale and the other was dumbfounded!
Especially Song Yu himself, his pupils trembled slightly and he couldn't help mumbling to himself.
"Impossible...impossible!"
"Why didn't they choose the poem written by me?"
"wrong!"
"Whose poem is this? It's so terrifying!"
Song Yu subconsciously looked at Song Liang. Among the princes present, only Song Liang could write works that surpassed his own.
However, Song Liang also looked puzzled and looked at Song Yu with an expression of disbelief.
The stunned expression on his face seemed to say: "Did you write this?"
His grandma’s!
A ghost!
This is not my own work, nor was it written by Lao San!
Could it be that the second son was suddenly opened up to Ren and Du's second line, and suddenly discovered his literary cells that had been dormant for twenty years?
The two of them looked at Song De in unison.
But Song De looked confused and looked at Song Liang and then at Song Yu.
"What are you two staring at me for?"
"Who wrote this poem?"
As soon as the words came out, the expressions of the three people changed instantly.
As the saying goes.
When you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains is true no matter how unbelievable it is.
Could it be that……
The three of them stiffly turned their heads to Song Huan, who was eating melon seeds leisurely with a nonchalant expression on his face.
Seeing that several people finally noticed him, Song Huan raised a hand with a smile——
"Sorry, I wrote it!"
