"Look! Look! Look at His Highness the Crown Prince!"
After Kang Anping recited a poem about which he felt good, he was laughed at by a few old guys.
This was what he came up with after racking his brains.
And, he thinks it’s pretty good!
"His Royal Highness, he is just afraid that you will face trouble, hahaha!"
"There are red trees, green trees and big white trees, hahaha, it's so funny!"
"I'm talking about Lao Kang, it's not like just putting together four sentences can be considered a poem...!"
However, Wang Ben and others were still laughing.
"Hmph! Don't just laugh at me. If you have the ability, you can do it! I don't believe it yet, can you be better than me?"
Kang Anping picked up the tea cup and poured it into his stomach in one breath, as if he wanted to extinguish the anger in his heart.
"Come here...!"
"Wait! Who told you? I'm talking about Lao Wang and Lao Zhang!"
As the Minister of Rites, how could Chunyu Yue be afraid of writing poetry? Just open your mouth and a song will come.
But before he could utter the first word, he was interrupted by Kang Anping.
"Both of us……?"
Wang Bi and Zhang Han looked at each other and said, "Let's give in and we can't do it, right? Hahaha!"
Neither of them usually pays much attention to poetry, so how could they write any good poems in such a short period of time?
If you can't protect everything, you will have to be like Zhang Han, suppressing his old face until it turns red, and he can't even form a few sentences!
Even if he was cured, he would still be laughed at by those old guys.
Rather than that, it is better to admit that you are a coward and avoid being ridiculed!
"You...how could you do this?"
The two people's coincident words made Kang Anping furious.
Originally, I wanted to watch the two old guys being ridiculed and find a psychological balance.
I didn’t expect that people would just give up and be done with it?
"Why can't it be done? Your Majesty didn't say that it must be done!"
"That's right! We were trying to persuade you to give in at the beginning, but you didn't agree and insisted on showing off your talent!"
Zhang Han and Wang Ben both smiled and spoke.
"You... you...!"
Kang Anping was so angry that he couldn't speak.
Because what they said was right, it was indeed him who did not agree to give in.
But he never expected that these two people would give in so quickly!
"Okay, since Wang Aiqing and Zhang Aiqing have no ideas for the time being, let's go with Feng Aiqing!"
Ying Zheng smiled and named Feng Quji.
This old guy is talented and his sword is still young.
Is writing poetry still easy for him?
"Yes, Your Majesty! One leaf can tell the depth of autumn frost and dew...!"
Feng Quji calmly read out the poem he had already thought of in his mind.
Although it is not very neat, it is suitable for the situation.
"Look...look...this is called poetry!"
"That's right! You're all bald when the autumn wind blows, and you're still bald after a year of hard work. What are you talking about? Are you sure it's poetry?"
After finishing the poem, Zhang Han and Meng Yi immediately compared the two and mocked Kang Anping.
"Hmph! Poetry is not my strong point. I have the ability to compete in martial arts!"
Ying Feiyu's saying that he specializes in martial arts gave Kang Anping very strong confidence.
Asking a military general to compose poems is equivalent to asking a civil servant to shoot hunting with a pen?
It’s no wonder it’s successful!
"We are on a train, how can we let you compete?"
"Why can't there be martial arts competitions on the train? Don't you believe we can compete with each other?"
"Just make gestures, who is afraid of whom...?"
A few old guys were talking and arguing again.
Seeing this situation, Ying Feiyu's head got bigger.
When I think about having to face this kind of situation in the morning every day from now on, my whole heart breaks!
"Okay, okay! I called you here to compose poetry, not to quarrel!"
When Ying Zheng gave an order, the veterans immediately became obedient and quietly lowered their heads, not daring to say a word.
"Feiyu, you better do it!"
No matter who writes poetry among these guys, they will start a fight.
Ying Zheng also felt annoyed and simply asked Ying Feiyu to come.
"Everyone, please listen carefully...!"
Ying Feiyu was not polite and directly opened his posture, "After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring rocks flow up. The bamboos return to Huannu, and the lotus moves down the fishing boat. Rest in the spring fragrance at will, and the king and grandson will You can stay.”
"Okay! Okay! Great! When it comes to composing poetry, it must be His Highness the Crown Prince!"
"Yes! His Royal Highness is so talented that he described all the scenes outside the window in this poem!"
"His Royal Highness is versatile in both civil and military affairs, and I admire him very much!"
"Brother Huang, this poem is really good...!"
After finishing the poem, everyone present praised it.
Knowing that his poetry is good and that the veterans have been working on it for so long is enough for him to prepare.
Therefore, when this poem came out, everyone was delighted, but not as shocked as before!
"The stone path up the Hanshan Mountain is sloping in the distance, and there are homes where the white clouds grow. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers."
"The lotuses are gone and there is no rain cover, but the chrysanthemums are still covered with proud frost branches. You must remember the good times of the year, the most beautiful ones are orange and green."
"The light of the lake and the moon are harmonious, and there is no goggle on the lake surface that has not been polished. Looking at the green mountains and rivers of Dongting from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate."
"Running eastward and looking at dusk, where can I rely on? The trees are all in autumn colors, and the mountains are only covered with sunset. The shepherds are driving their calves back, hunting horses and poultry are returning. We look at each other without knowing each other, and we sing long songs to cherish the flowers...!"
However, little did we know that that poem was just the beginning, and so many more poems followed.
Each one of them is a wonderful poem that can be passed down through the ages!
Everyone present was dumbfounded.
Even a military commander like Kang Anping, who knew nothing about poetry, could feel the artistic conception depicted in these poems!
Not to mention literati such as Ying Zheng, Feng Quji, and Chun Yuyue, they were so shocked that their jaws dropped to the ground and shattered into pieces!
I knew he could write wonderful poems, but I didn’t expect that he could write so much in one breath!
A scholar who has studied hard for ten years and can produce such a song in his lifetime is enough to be remembered for generations, even if he didn't read those books in vain.
How much ink is there in His Royal Highness’s belly? Can you write so many good poems in one go?
evildoer! He is simply a monster!
"Father, how many more songs do you want to compose?"
Ying Feiyu took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and actually planned to continue.
"besides……?"
Now, Ying Zheng was even more confused.
"Of course, this is just the beginning. If my father feels it's not enough, I can do it until tomorrow morning!"
Ying Feiyu smiled proudly.
"What?"
Ying Zheng was shocked.
These poems seemed to be imprinted in his mind.
I didn’t even have time to think, so I just came out with the perfect sentence!
"No need, no need!"
Ying Zheng waved his hands repeatedly.
If he continues to do this, these high-ranking officials and ministers under him will look like fools!
"This is what Father said...!"
Ying Feiyu smiled calmly, stood up and held his hands, "I'll take my leave now!"
He had been waiting for this moment.
It had long been obvious that the scumbag was trying to delay time, so he deliberately refused to let him speak.
But he was not in a hurry. Sooner or later it would be his turn?
As long as you give him a chance, he will do a crazy output, then say goodbye and leave!
After all, so many poems have been written, who can say anything else?
If you feel it's not enough, just wait until other old goods have made the same quantity, and then call him again!
