Fortunately, just when the last bit of incense was about to burn out, Leng Yi finally picked up the pen and finished it in one breath. After writing the last word, just as the stick of incense was burned out, Zhao Tingmei breathed a sigh of relief.

Leng Yi put down his pen, raised his hand to Mrs. Huarui and said, "Please give me some advice."

Mrs. Huarui said calmly: "Read it!"

"I'm coming!" Prince Zhao Yuanzuo rushed forward, picked up the rice paper on which the lyrics were written, shook it, and said loudly: "Stop arguing! I'm going to read Leng Tuiguan's lyrics! Everyone, listen!"

He is the prince and the future emperor. Who dares not to listen to his words? For a while, the room became quiet again.

Prince Zhao Yuanzuo coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and began to read in a measured tone:

The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night,

more blown down,

Stars are like rain.

BMW's carved car fills the road with fragrance.

The phoenix flute sounds,

The light of the jade pot turns,

A night of fish and dragon dance.

Moth snow willow golden strands,

The laughter is full of fragrance.

People look for him thousands of Baidu,

Looking back suddenly,

But that person is there,

A dimly lit place.

This poem is a famous poem by Xin Qiji, a famous official in the Southern Song Dynasty. It is just right to apply it here. The prince looked at Zhao Tingmei happily and said happily: "Uncle! What you said is indeed right! This cold official is indeed a master of poetry!"
Chapter completed!