After hearing what Chen Yannian said, Zhou Yuancai suddenly slapped his head and felt a headache.
"Writing poetry, how the hell can I do this? Isn't this embarrassing His Highness?"
As a prince, Zhou Yuan was not good at studying.
However, my father liked it.
As for him, the prince, Emperor Qian had always felt that he was unlearned and incompetent.
Therefore, Chen Yannian from the Hanlin Academy was assigned to teach.
However, after teaching for so long, Zhou Yuan has never been interested in studying. He only knows a few more words about scholarship.
Emperor Qian had a very good idea for this literary fight.
If the prince can write an earth-shattering poem and win over the Liang Kingdom, it will not only boost the majesty of the royal family.
At the same time, the prince can also be used as an example to inspire students across the country to be more diligent and hardworking.
When the time comes, it will be a good thing for Daqian’s literary world.
For this reason, Emperor Qian specially asked Chen Yannian two days ago to write a few poems before the fight so that he could review them.
It can also be regarded as a test to see if the prince has made any progress after studying for so long.
This was an extremely normal thing, but now for the prince, it was like walking on thin ice.
He can write shitty poetry! He can't even recite a few songs!
Sitting on the chair, Zhou Yuan felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles.
Chen Yannian was speechless and sighed: "Otherwise, I will plead with Your Majesty tomorrow, and after a few days of relaxation, I will say that Your Majesty, you want to write a shockingly good poem, so it needs to be brewed for a longer time."
"This...can this be passed over?"
Zhou Yuan held his head, feeling a little headache.
"And after boasting about the size of Haikou, don't you still have to pay for it? If you can't get it out, Your Highness will have to be punished."
"Your Highness, this is all we can do for now. Let's deal with it first."
"Wait a minute, teacher, why don't you find some offbeat songs from the ancient books of the Hanlin Academy, and then I'll make some changes..."
"Your Highness, this is bullying the king!"
Chen Yannian's expression changed instantly.
"If this is found out, I'm afraid Thunder will be furious!"
"Oh, I'm just looking for the special kind! The kind that no one has ever seen before!"
Zhou Yuan no longer cared about it and continued to explain: "If it doesn't work, just find some from the ancient books of Liang and Wei! I don't believe you can't find it!"
"When the time comes, if I just make a few changes, even if my father feels that the level is still not good enough, he will think that I am interested. Could it be that the teacher is not even willing to help me with this?"
Although it was a request, Zhou Yuan's words clearly carried a bit of majesty from the crown prince.
Chen Yannian could only continue to sigh, showing helplessness.
"Oh, that's alright. I can only do my best to help."
"Your Highness, I will take my leave for the time being."
When leaving, Chen Yannian looked back at the Prince's Mansion and shook his head.
Zhou Yuan felt relaxed all over, writing poems? What the hell?
Although it was a task given by his father, the only thought in his mind was how to get over it.
As for Wen Dou, that thing was a headache for the Imperial Academy, and he didn't want to have to deal with it.
Next, just leave everything to Chen Yannian.
As a prince, I feel really comfortable. I usually go to the harem to tease Concubine Xiao when I have nothing to do.
When something happens, he can have his teacher help him, so he doesn’t need to worry.
Lying in the bathtub, Zhou Yuan put his hand around the pretty maid in front of him, whose skin was like cream.
Soon, the sound of lust rippled throughout the room.
....
On the other side, the Hanlin Academy.
Although the night is extremely dark, the candles in the Hanlin Academy have not been extinguished as Han Yang said.
A group of veterans from the Hanlin Academy kept flipping through ancient books with serious expressions on their faces.
A few of them kept pacing, trying their best to piece together poems in their minds.
After a while, Lin Bingzheng, who was in charge of the editor-in-chief of the Hanlin Academy, suddenly put down his teacup, clapped his hands and said, "Yes, something suddenly came into my mind!"
"Oh? Tell me about it!"
Prime Minister He Minghui suddenly became interested, and several other ministers around him also immediately pricked up their ears.
Lin Bingzheng cleared his throat and spoke slowly: "A purple smoke rises from the east, and the world is peaceful and peaceful!"
"How about these two sentences? I just watched Mo's Yong Guo and was inspired by it!"
As soon as the words fell, the room fell into silence.
Lin Bingzheng was slightly embarrassed, standing there not knowing what expression to show.
Prime Minister He Minghui held his head and said: "Mr. Lin, these two sentences are acceptable, but compared to Liang Guo Yang Shirong's sentence of "all the world is equal, the emperor's heart" is still a little behind in terms of momentum and charm."
"Ah...this..."
Lin Bingzheng was still embarrassed.
Not long after, Jingzhi, the Minister of Rites, comforted him and said, "Mr. Lin, what you have read is quite good. Alas, who told us that Chinese literature is too shallow?"
"This poem by Yang Shirong is enough to make countless literati and students in our Qian Kingdom breathless. I think this literary fight will be even worse than the previous ones!"
Yang Shirong is a great talent in the Liang Kingdom!
It is said that even though he was only twenty-five years old, his literary attainments even impressed everyone at the Wenshu Monastery in Liang!
Moreover, several of the poems he wrote have reached the point of shocking the past and the present!
One of the poems was about praising the prestige of the Liang Kingdom. It is said that after listening to it, Emperor Liang directly praised it as the best poem in a century!
The phrase “Emperor’s heart is equal to all the seas” not only expressed Emperor Liang’s lofty ambitions, but also made his situation suddenly clear.
In this literary fight, Liang Guo Yang Shirong will definitely come together.
And when the time comes, how should their country respond to such a literary giant?
Very urgent, but there is no way.
Although I had been flipping through ancient books in the Hanlin Academy for several nights, I had drained almost all the ink from my mind.
However, the poems written by these civil servants were still not comparable to the poems of the Liang Kingdom.
At the court meeting tomorrow, when the emperor inquires, how should the Hanlin Academy communicate?
With a headache, He Minghui, the prime minister, felt uncomfortable even drinking tea.
After a while, he put his hands behind his back, walked up and said: "Well, my poverty in the literary world stems from the foundation. I built the country by force, so how can I force myself to be outstanding in grammar?"
"If we don't have another hundred years of accumulation, I'm afraid it will be difficult to produce great talents."
"A hundred years? In such a long time, Liang Guo's grammar will probably be even more terrifying!"
Jingzhi, the Minister of Rites, frowned.
Everyone else was also helpless, and everyone could only be extremely pessimistic about this cultural gathering.
However, at this moment, a knock on the door suddenly sounded.
"Come in!"
Lin Bingzheng said casually.
Soon, a guard walked in slowly. He first bowed and saluted several adults.
Then, he leaned close to Lin Bingzheng's ear and whispered a few words.
As the latter listened, his face flickered and his expression became extremely strange.
After a while.
"Jing'an Palace? Why did Concubine Xiao's people come to our Hanlin Academy? This is not the place for the harem!"
Lin Bingzheng was a little unhappy.
The guard responded with his hands raised.
"Sir, the maid couldn't say much else, but she gave me a piece of paper with something written on it. Please take a look at it!"
