Empress Ma put down the dumpling wrapper in her hand and said, "Whether you want to write poetry or not is your brother's business. If he doesn't want to do it, you can't force him.
Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, a happy day. Don't mess around here.
Do you think your sixth brother is as busy as you are every day? "
Zhu Suxin said unconvinced: "Yes, yes, I just want to make everyone happy, but I am wrong, so I can just stop talking now!"
Zhu Suying was also helpless. Seeing that she could not persuade her sister, she said to Zhu Jun: "Sixth brother, she has such a temper. Don't be angry!"
Zhu Jun smiled incredulously. He was in a good mood today, but being teased like this made him look stingy.
If he had known earlier, he might as well stay in Prince Wu's Mansion and spend the Mid-Autumn Festival behind closed doors with his wife and concubines. Wouldn't it be more comfortable than fighting here?
Xu Miaojin's three daughters also looked at Zhu Suxin coldly. They were all unhappy with this sister-in-law.
The atmosphere suddenly cooled down, and Kunning Palace suddenly became quiet.
Zhu Suxin looked at everyone's expressions and felt a little scared. She rolled her eyes and said, "Huh, if you don't do it, you won't do it. Who cares!"
At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang came over and scolded: "Your sister just asked you to write a poem, why did you do this.
Okay, since she asked you to do it and you didn't do it, then if we ask you to do it, you should do it, right? "
Zhu Jun looked at him and saw that his expression was a little unnatural, and suddenly laughed, "Since my father asked me to do it, I will naturally obey his orders."
The father and son looked at each other, and everyone else felt that something was wrong, especially Queen Ma, who felt that there seemed to be a gap between the father and son, which was not what it used to be.
"Okay, then let's see what poems you, the first person in the literary world, can come up with!" Zhu Yuanzhang nodded with satisfaction.
Zhu Suxin's face on the side showed the joy of victory.
Xu Miaojin pursed her lips, feeling a little angry.
At this time, Guanyin Nu took her hand and shook her head secretly.
After such a long time, she also understands Xu Miaojin's temper. This woman is extremely protective of her husband. No matter who you are, if she bullies her husband, she promises to be the first to stand up and fight hard.
Xu Miaojin looked at her puzzled.
Guanyin Nu suppressed her voice and said: "The situation is not right, don't talk now!"
Xu Miaojin frowned, but ultimately did not get up.
Zhu Jun, on the other hand, walked to the table aside, where pens, ink, paper and inkstones were placed.
He picked up the pen and started writing.
Zhu Zhen and others gathered around, while Zhu Yingxiong and others, who were playing outside, learned that Zhu Jun had composed a poem again, and they quickly ran in to watch.
Seeing Zhu Jun lower his head, Zhu Suxin said triumphantly: "I still don't believe I can't cure you!"
Zhu Suying sighed: "Don't count on your sixth brother anymore!"
"I don't count on him!" Zhu Suxin said: "I have no intention of repairing the relationship with him anyway, just pretend that I don't have this brother!"
She knew that her sister was arrogant and had an extreme temper, but she didn't expect that she would be so extreme.
This is not a good thing.
Zhu Yuanzhang on the side wanted to walk over quietly, but he maintained his identity and did not go over.
After a while, Zhu Jun threw away his pen and said, "I'm done writing."
Zhu Yingxiong shouted from the side: "Okay, well written, wonderfully written!"
This voice aroused the curiosity of everyone in Kunning Palace.
Especially Concubine Mu and others stretched their necks.
Zhu Suxin was also very curious and wanted to go there, but it was because of her face.
It was Zhu Yuanzhang who said: "Put out the poems!"
Wang Gouer hurried forward and asked someone to spread out the big paper.
The unique writing method of thin gold body suddenly made everyone present shine.
Zhu Yuanzhang stepped forward, looked at it carefully, and then read: "Mid-Autumn Moon", the clear light thousands of miles away is unimaginable, adding sorrow and hatred to the end of the world.
That long-term garrison outside Long, there is a new separation in front of the court.
The old concubine who fell out of favor returned to the courtyard at night, when the old general did not go upstairs.
The Jade Rabbit and the Silver Toad are far away from his knowledge. "
When he finished reading, everyone present marveled at Zhu Jun's literary talents.
This Mid-Autumn Moon is definitely a rare masterpiece.
Zhu Yingxiong looked around in front of the big paper. He liked this poem very much and also liked Zhu Jun's calligraphy. "Uncle Liu, can you give this poem to me?"
"Just take it if you like it!" Zhu Jun smiled and rubbed his head.
"Thank you, Uncle Six!" Zhu Yingxiong was extremely happy.
But Zhu Suxin curled her lips, "I thought it was just an ordinary poem!"
The others were speechless after hearing this.
Is this normal?
Then isn’t what others do worse than dung?
Zhu Suying wanted to say something, but thinking of her sister's temper, it was all in vain.
Zhu Jun's "Mid-Autumn Moon" is great. Unlike the beauty of the water-melody song, this poem is filled with the sorrow of the moon.
He said: Wherever the moonlight shines, it brings sorrow and sorrow to the people of the world.
These sorrows include: the soldiers miss their homes, the separation in the courtyard, the sorrow in the palace, and the homesickness of prisoners of war.
The moonlight makes all kinds of people burst into tears, but the moon is completely unaware of it. She is simply the most stupid person in the world.
However, this poem is too sad and resentful.
It doesn’t seem to fit the theme of family reunion.
But she didn't dare to say it.
Zhu Yuanzhang also frowned deeply.
He felt Zhu Jun's complaint, which was a metaphor for poetry.
"This poem of yours is not festive, it is too sad!" Zhu Yuanzhang said.
"Poetry comes from the heart. Now I can only write this poem. If my father doesn't like it, I can't do anything about it!" Zhu Jun cupped his hand, "My talent is limited, and I have to continue to learn more from Mr. Li." Learn from it, so you won’t show off your shame in the future.”
With that said, he walked up to Queen Ma and said, "Mom, I remember that Qiu Wei still has some things to deal with, so I won't have dinner with you today."
Queen Ma stood up in a hurry and took Zhu Jun's hand. "If anything happens, we'll leave after dinner."
"I have business in my heart and can't eat." Zhu Jun patted Queen Ma's hand, but Queen Ma held his hand tightly, with some pleading in her eyes, but Zhu Jun still hardened his heart and pulled out his hand.
Then he glanced at the three girls, Xu Miaojin, and said, "You stay here to accompany your mother, while I go and get busy first."
"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Everyone has rested. Who do you go to discuss business matters with?" Zhu Yuanzhang's face darkened.
"Tomorrow is the exam. I don't believe they have the time to eat, and their test questions haven't been sent over yet. I don't even have the time to eat. Do they have the time to eat?" Zhu Jungong handed over, "I have to leave first!"
With that said, he left under the astonished eyes of everyone.
Everyone was stunned. No one thought that Zhu Jun would leave just as he said so.
The atmosphere in Kunning Palace became silent again, and they could all see the gloom and anger on the emperor's face.
"Humph, you are so arrogant. Why don't you just write a poem? What's so great about it? Just leave. Without him, wouldn't it be possible to survive the Mid-Autumn Festival?"
As soon as she finished speaking, her mouth hurt, and a loud slap echoed through Kunning Palace.
