After everyone had drawn the question, someone soon brought up the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

It's just interesting that no one started writing, but there was some hesitation, even if some people thought of something.

But seeing that the people around him didn't move, he didn't dare to make any moves, after all, if he didn't make a good poem, wouldn't it be a shame.

And Li Shimin, who was on the high platform, looked at the many ministers, although his face changed, he still muttered in his heart.

Is it a little too much this time, although it is the father who has to be embarrassed, and these ministers are only incidental.

However, if it spreads, there must still be some of these ministers who can't hang on to their faces.

However, when he saw a pair of calm eyes, this emperor naturally quickly became firm again.

However, the eldest grandson queen on the side couldn't help but shake her head when she saw this scene, she thought that Her Majesty was asking for trouble.

Perhaps those who have not been in contact with the father do not know that the father is gifted in poetry beyond the ordinary.

It's not ordinary at all, it's not at all ordinary, maybe this majesty has some unbelief in evil before, and wants to try again.

But Empress Changsun has a lot of confidence in her father, even if it is the topic of missing his deceased wife.

"Your Majesty, you're going to be disappointed this time."

Empress Eldest Sun thought silently in her heart, but she was still silent on the surface, but looked at Changle beside her with a gentle look.

Before she knew it, Changle had grown to the same age as her.

At that time, the father had just died, and the brother drove them out, but fortunately there was a father.

The current Changle is undoubtedly lucky, but unfortunately this luck does not last long, and the words of two years ago also make this queen unforgettable.

If it was for Changle to marry into the eldest grandson's family before, then there must be no objection.

It's a pity that now, Empress Eldest Sun doesn't want this to be at the cost of her daughter's life.

.........

"Teacher, you have thoughts."

The God King of the High Platform seemed to be starting to write, and Du Ruhui couldn't help but ask the teacher next to him.

"Keming, everything is certain, and there are some things that must be sure, but it's just a matter of doing your best."

Facing this disciple's words, Shu An said quietly, even if he already had an idea in his heart, he still didn't have much confidence on the surface.

Of course, life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills, and Shu An occasionally doesn't mind having a black belly.

"Teacher, Keming has been taught."

Du Ruhui still showed a worried look on his face and said loudly, because if the teacher's poetry is too bad, then it will inevitably reduce his prestige a lot.

However, he felt that the meaning of the words was very reasonable, and if he didn't try it, how would he know if it would work.

A trace of emotion flashed in the depths of Shu An's eyes, but he didn't deceive this disciple as well.

After thinking of this, Shu An didn't hesitate too much and began to write.

You don't have to think much to know that Li Shimin must have started preparing a few days ago, and I am afraid that the topic will be decided.

But if you want to compare with him, then I'm afraid there is no comparison.

The interesting thing is that at the end of the high platform and the high platform, the figures of the two brushstrokes attracted the attention of the audience.

"Did An Xuangong come up with poetry so quickly?"

"Even if you want to figure it out, it's still too difficult to outsmart Your Majesty."

"If it weren't for the name of An Xuangong, we wouldn't have had the slightest hope for it."

.......

The sound of whispering resounded among the ministers, even those generals were equally concerned.

If you want to know that you are a military general, this kind of dinner is more of a wine fight for them, or to see if His Majesty will let them compete in martial arts.

It's a pity that this banquet was destined to be unusual from the beginning, and the arrival of An Xuangong can be said to have confused the order of the entire dinner.

And these actions of His Majesty made them a little stunned, but for the military generals, it was more about watching the drama.

Of course, there are also generals who are curious about An Xuangong, and there are also some people who don't like Shu An, such as Zhang Liang before.

"It's a pity, I'm afraid Your Majesty won't compete this time."

Cheng Yanjin couldn't help but say with some sighs on his face, as if he had expected something.

"Zhijie, are you optimistic about An Xuangong?"

On the contrary, Qin Qiong's eyes lit up slightly and said loudly, between His Majesty and An Xuangong, it is obvious that he is also biased towards the latter.

After all, whether it was Huaiyu's factor or An Xuangong's health sutra, it helped him a lot.

It's a pity that An Xuangong generally has nothing to do, and he needs to help, even if An Xuangong doesn't know, but Qin Qiong won't forget it.

The generals on the side also looked at the two of them, wanting to know what Cheng Yanjin could say.

"Have you ever seen An Xuangong suffer?"

"What Your Majesty has now is basically from An Xuangong."

"Of course, it's more appropriate to put it another way."

........

Cheng Yanjin took a sip of wine, and said with half-squinted eyes, but it was just to the end.

With his ten guts, he didn't dare to criticize this majesty, but the generals around him suddenly realized.

Some of them still know how His Majesty's inheritance came from, and it is basically more appropriate for An Xuangong to give it.

And An Xuangong didn't give it, and he didn't see that His Majesty could get it enough, which means that His Majesty has never bargained in An Xuangong's hands.

And An Xuangong is not one of those vain people, Shu An, who has proven himself countless times, also has many admirers.

There was no one around the emperor to check it, and even the eldest grandson queen wouldn't say it if she saw it.

On the contrary, Shu An's side was different, because there were a lot of people gathered around, and after Shu An's first sentence fell, someone read it in an instant.

"Jin Se gratuitous fifty strings."

"One spin and one pillar Sihua Nian."

.....

It was only for the first time that everyone realized that this was a poignant poem.

Originally, the piano had twenty-five strings, each of which represented a memory of the past.

The same two sentences also reached the ears of Li Shimin on the high platform, and at this time, the emperor's face was already a little stiff.

And the most important thing is that the brush in his hand can't help but stagnate, these two sentences alone are enough to determine the level of a poem.

"Zhuang Zhouxiao dreams of butterflies."

"Emperor Wang's spring heart trusts the cuckoo."

However, when the sound of everyone whispering accompanied, Li Shimin's hand suddenly slammed, and with a movement of force, the brush destroyed the entire paper in an instant.

At this time, the emperor's face was as black as the ink on the side, and he didn't have to think much about it, he already knew that he had lost this time, and there was no suspense about losing.