Zhao Mo stood up at this time, stretched out his hand and scratched his head: "Dad, I will also do a song."

Emperor Daojun asked: "Write poetry or lyrics?"

Zhao Mo said awkwardly: "Today, my brothers and sisters all wrote poems, and my children also wrote poems."

Emperor Daojun nodded, and Zhao Mo chanted:

Holding a gourd and dancing, Jiangcun is looking for a fisherman.

The joy of a scholar comes from the two classics.

After hearing this, Emperor Daojun frowned: "This is a poem with quite a lot of allusions, but the wording is too rough, so you'll be fine."

Zhao Mo didn't get any praise, so he sat down depressed. When Zhao Gou talked to him, he just twisted his face, and Zhao Gou said angrily: "Your bad poems are not good, and your temper is quite bad. Later, when the banquet is over, look for me." How about a place to compete?"

When Zhao Mo heard this, his face turned bitter. He grabbed the wine glass and took a swig, which made him choke and cough.

The prince over there, Zhao Huan, had already turned a little red from drinking. From time to time, he would comment on these poems with Zhao Tan in a low voice, and then chant them again in a low voice.

Zhao Kai looked at him and sneered in his heart. Zhao Huan must not be able to compare with him in essay writing. He is the top scholar, so he is naturally good at poetry. Even Zhao Tan was not convinced. Zhao Tan was famous for his poems earlier, but he has stopped writing in recent years. , has never been released again, and it is inevitable that he has exhausted his talents.

At this time, Emperor Daojun looked at Zhao Huan and said, "What is the prince doing? Why don't you compose a song for your brothers and sisters to listen to?"

Zhao Huan was stunned when he heard this, then put down his wine glass and stood up and said: "Dad is right, that kid will compose the previous one."

Emperor Daojun said with bright eyes: "What is the prince doing?"

Zhao Huan said: "Since everyone is composing poems, then this kid doesn't write lyrics, just compose poems."

He frowned and thought for a moment, seeing everyone's eyes on him, he couldn't help but groan in his heart. In fact, before he came here, he wanted to shirk any drinking order, but he didn't expect that it turned out to be poetry. This was naturally not like those gamers, and shirk was extremely It's difficult, and it's not good in terms of reputation, but you can't just mess with the first five skills. Wouldn't it be compared with half-grown children like Zhao Gou and others?

Zhao Huan thought for a long time and said: "My child, just compose a song called Chen Si Wang."

After speaking, he chanted slowly:

I remember King Chen today in autumn. I regret that his passing will be far away.

Ambition cannot bear the burden of pretense, but it is time to start writing based on talent.

Thirty volumes of pen and writing are fragrant, and two generations of romance discuss Xuanhuang.

Although the history of Qing Dynasty has been long, there are beautiful chapters deep in the sea.

After finishing a poem, Zhao Huan stretched out his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and all the alcohol flowed out with the sweat.

Everyone applauded, and it didn’t matter whether it was really good or not. We always have to give the prince some face. After all, the most important thing is to have a family dinner that is enjoyable.

Zhao Yan lowered his head and looked at Zhao Gou with a puzzled expression. Zhao Gou also looked over. Their eyes were saying, it's too ordinary, it's really too ordinary. Even if it might be better than his own, that's the prince. Ah, what I did was really average.

Emperor Daojun had no expression on his face. He picked up the glass of wine and took a sip. He said: "This seven-line poem is... quite satisfactory."

There was no praise, but neither was it too much of a disparagement.

Over there, Zhao Kai glanced at Emperor Daojun and then at Zhao Tie. He felt that it was time for him to take action. Even if he always wanted to overpower Zhao Tie, his real opponent was the prince. This relationship cannot be reversed. .

"Daddy, let me sing a song too."

"Oh?" Emperor Daojun heard this and looked at Zhao Kai: "The Number One Scholar is going to compose a poem. Come and listen to it."

When Zhao Huan saw this, his face looked a little unhappy. He knew that he was a poet, but as soon as he sat down, Zhao Kai couldn't wait to stand up. Isn't this purpose too obvious?

Seeing that Zhao Kai didn't think much, he looked at the people in the hall, put his hands slightly behind his back, and chanted:

The morning sun breaks through the sky for thousands of miles, and the pen dances, the dragon flies, and the poem writes about the pain.

Wang Luo, Lu Yang, has been here for a long time, and it has been a long time since he was banished to Shaoling.

Qiu Bo died in the old place of Teng Pavilion, and the tiger died in the new end of Shu Road.

It's worthy of the bright moon in China, how can I worry about the chapters of Shaohua in the summer.

After Zhao Kai finished his poem, Prince Zhao Huan immediately looked ashen and sat on the chair as if he were a clay sculpture.

Every word is targeted and every word is heart-breaking.

He wrote about the king of Chen and Cao Zhi, with a strong sense of admiration in the poem. The other party directly wrote about Wang Luo, Lu, Yang and four other people in the early Tang Dynasty, as well as Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Bo, etc., saying that although these people are gone, even if they are gone, there are still people in the world who can do it. Compared with or even surpassed, there will be no shortage of good articles at all, and there is no need to go to the depths of the sea to find them. Read the book

Who is this person who can compare or surpass him? That is him, Zhao Kai. He compares himself to the bright moon in China. With him around, there is no need to worry about the lack of good articles in the world.

Everyone applauded at this time, and Emperor Daojun also smiled and said: "It is indeed a rare and good rhyme poem!"

When Zhao Huan heard this, his heart trembled, his expression worsened, and he couldn't help but look at Zhao Tao.
Chapter completed!