When everyone in King Jing's Mansion was competing for the poetry meeting in the pergola of King Yu's Mansion, the maid who had just left hurriedly went back again, holding a piece of ink paper that had not dried in his hand.

"Your Highness, Lord Zhu Ping'an Zhu next door has finally composed a poem, this is the first sentence he made." The inner attendant came to King Jing excitedly, holding rice paper in both hands, and offered it to King Jing like a treasure.

King Jing had previously instructed the chamberlain to pay attention to the news of Zhu Ping'an in Yuwang's Mansion, so as soon as the news came from Yuwang's Mansion, the chamberlain hurriedly came to report to King Jing regardless of the fact that the poem was not finished.

"Well, that's good." King Jing nodded.

After the waiter finished offering rice paper, he left again, and it is estimated that this will be Zhu Ping'an's second poem, and Yuwang's Mansion also came, and he wanted to present Zhu Ping'an's poem to His Royal Highness as soon as possible.

King Jing picked up the rice paper, only glanced at it, and let out a voice in surprise, "Huh? ”

Qian Dongyang, Xu Pu, Li Dongtang and others under King Jing heard King Jing's surprised voice, and couldn't help but tighten, could it be that Zhu Ping'an's poems were written too well? ! It surprised His Highness?!

"Your Highness, it's better to be happy alone than to be happy with everyone, and Qiwen should be appreciated by everyone......" Qian Dongyang arched his hand to King Jing and said with a smile.

"Oh. Hehe, please look, sir. King Jing smiled and handed the rice paper in his hand to Qian Dongyang.

"Huh?" Qian Dongyang took the rice paper, only glanced at it, and just like King Jing just now, he sighed in surprise.

"Old Qian, what's wrong? Zhu Ping'an: What did he write in the first sentence? Li Dongtang couldn't sit still in his chair, got up and asked curiously.

"Hehe, see for yourself." Qian Dongyang smiled slightly and handed the rice paper in his hand to Li Dongtang.

"A pair of Xiangjiang jade and look at ......"

After Li Dongtang took the rice paper, he read the poems on the rice paper aloud, and after reading it, Li Dongtang muttered with a strange face, "It's still Zhuangyuanlang, this sentence is too ordinary, right?" ”

"Not really."

"Otherwise, how could His Highness and Qian Lao be surprised."

"The show is full of flavor, and the sour tooth is ......"

After listening to Zhu Ping'an's first poem, everyone in Jingwangfu couldn't help but shake their heads, and they agreed with Li Dongtang's comments, feeling that the poems written by Zhu Ping'an were too ordinary, and they were really worthy of the name of Zhuangyuanlang.

"Your Highness, the second line of Lord Zhu Ping'an's poem has arrived......"

When everyone criticized Zhu Ping'an's first poem, the chamberlain ran again with rice paper and presented Zhu Ping'an's second poem to King Jing.

This time, King Jing was not surprised anymore after reading it, and directly handed the rice paper to Qian Dongyang after reading it.

Qian Dongyang glanced at it, the corners of his mouth pulled down slightly, and after reading it, he handed it to Li Dongtang.

"The second concubine once shed tears......"

Li Dongtang read this poem out loud again, shook his head again after reading it, and sneered, "As soon as Zhu Ping'an's poem came out, the whole poem became more flavorful, sour, very sour, and the aura was completely ......."

"Hahaha......"

"From the appetite for food to the love of men and women, hehe, Zhuang Yuanlang is really young and vigorous......"

"A pair of Xiangjiang jade looked at it together, and the second concubine had shed tears...... That's all for this poem, and you don't need to read it any further. ”

Everyone in King Jing's Mansion laughed for a while, and they all spoke diss Zhu Ping'an.

"Your Highness, in my opinion, we don't have to wait for the second half of his Zhu Ping'an's poems, his poems are at this level. According to my statistics, there are six out of ten poems in Yuwangfu next door, almost everyone has one, I thought I could comment on the masterpieces. Tu Dade, the third-ranked official in King Jing's Mansion, stood up and suggested.

The reason why Tu Dade said this is because King Jing said at the beginning of the poetry meeting that when selecting the best works today, the poems of the pergola poetry club of Yuwang's mansion will also be included, and the poems of the drunken white poetry club will participate in the selection together.

As for, if the poems of Yuwangfu are selected as excellent works and win the color head, King Jing will ask people to send the color head to Yuwang's mansion and give it to the master of the poem.

"Well, yes, Your Highness."

"The poems on King Yu's Mansion are basically complete, as for Zhu Ping'an's one, I don't think I have to wait, haha......"

"It makes sense, the poems of the Pergola Poetry Club are just like that, any poem of our Poetry Club is a first-class masterpiece in them, and I don't think there is any need to waste time waiting......"

Tu Dade's proposal was unanimously approved by many people in King Jing's Mansion.

"Old Qian beats people, Lord Xu, what do you think?" King Jing looked at Qian Dongyang, Xu Pu and others for advice.

"It's hard to disobey the will, and it's not too late to wait while commenting." Qian Dongyang thought for a moment and replied.

Xu Pu also nodded when he heard this.

"In that case, let's wait while commenting." King Jing nodded.

In fact, the poetry meeting has been going on until now, and there are singers singing poems, and everyone knows what good works the poetry will have. However, according to the rules, the poems on the table were passed on to the public, and the comments were selected.

"Through the ages, the Qinhuai water flows eastward around the old capital. After Jiangnan Rong Ma, he killed Yu Lancheng! This poem by Lord Wang about Qin Huai's reflection on the past and the present can be said to be one of the more outstanding masterpieces tonight......"

Xu Pu picked up a poem and read it softly, commenting and recommending.

"Hehe, the old things of the Southern Dynasty are a city, and the old country is full of feelings. The willow shadow of the world went with him, and the Yanghua River became duckweed...... Your Royal Highness, Lord Xu Xu's "Guangling" is really eye-catching, thought-provoking, although there is no first, but in the old man's view, Lord Xu's "Guangling" is the best tonight, and it is well deserved. ”

Xu Pu's voice lagged behind, Qian Dongyang picked out Xu Pu's poems from the poems, stroked his beard and commented.

"Mr. Qian has won the award, how can my song "Guangling" compare to the boss's "Nian Nujiao Stone Town". My poems are slightly inferior to the poems of Lord Wang that I just recited, and how can I compare them with the old man's "Nian Nujiao Stone Town". Xu Pu said, and recited Qian Dongyang's poems with emotion: "Hanging rock for thousands of feet, borrowing European knives and Wu axes, cutting into a city." Thousands of miles of gold city are endless, and thousands of miles of floods are spraying. Wang Junlou's boat, pointing directly, the wind is good He has been berthed. The bow of the ship is torched, and the iron cable is burned at leisure;

And this spring goes to autumn, a river of smoke and rain, and ten thousand points of conquest. Called the six dynasties to rise and waste, called the filial piety palace pavilion. The mountains are desolate, the rivers are fierce, and the tide is empty at the foot of the city. A few fishing flutes, the reed wind is pretentious. ”

"Mr. Qian's work is not inferior to Su Zi's "Red Cliff Nostalgia", reminiscing about the past, the style is desolate, and the emotion of the wind and clouds are fleeting and the green mountains are always there, and exhorts us to take history as a mirror in order to achieve great harmony in the world."

After Xu Pu finished reading, he highly praised Qian Dongyang's poems.

"Where, Where, ......"

Qian Dongyang shook his head modestly, but the smile on his face was very rich.

For a time, King Jing's Mansion entered the stage of commercial mutual blowing.