Daming: Dad, stop rebelling and stay healthy with me

As the sound fell.

Suddenly, hundreds of civil and military officials surrounded him.

They didn't see Zhu Zhanyan's performance in the palace just now, and they were obviously very curious, why would the sacrificial wine priest of the Guozijian say this.

This Bushi is usually very arrogant, even if he is a prince, he has never had such praise.

But obviously, Zhu Di didn't know, and when he saw this old antique praising his grandson, he was in a good mood.

"Which grandson?" asked Zhu Di.

The sacrificial wine replied: "Zhu Zhan is the grandson of the emperor."

Hearing this, Zhu Di crossed his waist, squinted his eyes and smiled: "My grandson is talented, do you still need to say it?" Hearing

this, those royal relatives also spoke out.

"Zhu Zhanyan is really talented, and he even praised the sacrificial wine of the country's eunuch. "

I've heard that no one in this country pays attention to the eunuchs, and last year he also impeached the emperor for acting extravagantly, but I didn't expect to praise this Zhu Zhanyan.

"It seems that this Zhu Zhan Yan is really a genius through the ages, and the emperor is blessed..."

At this time, Zhu Gaoxu in the crowd was also full of pride, pointing to his

son and saying, "Do you see it, do you see it? This is the king's good son."

"Zhu Zhanyan has been with this king since he was a child, and he has been exposed to it and has obtained half of my inheritance. "

Hahaha..... Hahaha....."

Zhu Gaoxu laughed, and the others flattered him one after another, the prince is really talented, otherwise how could he give birth to a great talent through the ages.

At this moment,

this Bu Shi suddenly wondered a little.

How can anyone take it for granted

as soon as they praise others' great talents through the ages, even if they are scholars of Xie Jin, they can't do such an honor.

Even if he is the identity of the emperor's grandson, it is impossible, right?

He couldn't figure it out, so he simply didn't want to.

Forget it, just if this group of people cooperates with me to kill this kid, it can be regarded as helping me, and then he can't make a poem, hum, see how he is.

"Your Majesty, the poetry will come up with a good poem and dedicate it to the emperor. "

Read. Zhu Di sat on the chair.

Luo Xiaosu on the side hurriedly poured tea, Zhu Di saw it in his eyes and nodded.

Every year at this time of the year, the Ministry of Rites will arrange a poetry meeting.

A group of scholars would get together, write poems, and choose the best one to dedicate to the emperor.

Zhu Di is a little accustomed to it, so naturally he can't make any good poems.

The decline of the poetry scene in the Ming Dynasty was far less prosperous than that of Tang poetry and Song poetry, and Zhu Di could see that the poems dedicated to himself every year were average.

Although it is good, it is also compared with the Ming Dynasty, and it is far from the poetry of the Tang Dynasty.

However, Zhu Di doesn't care, poetry is a small way, and he thinks that it is the top priority for readers to give advice to the country.

But these scholars, in the end, came up with ideas that were not as good as their grandson Zhu Zhanyan.

Thinking of this, Zhu Di couldn't help but look at Zhu Zhanyan and asked Luo Xiaosu again.

"Girl, does Zhu Zhan have a talent for poetry?" Luo

Xiaosu shook his head slightly worriedly: "Your Majesty, although the prince is quite talented, Xiao Su has not seen the prince compose poems in the mansion. As

soon as I heard this.

Zhu Di instantly understood something.

I'm afraid that there is some contradiction between this country's priest wine and Zhu Zhanyan, and he deliberately praised him, so as to break his face in public.

Sun Er did make a good couplet just now.

But it may have been prepared for a long time in advance, and it was delivered today.

But if he is allowed to compose poems on the spot, I am afraid it will be difficult.

Thinking of this, a wave of displeasure surged into Zhu Di's heart.

"Okay, you are a diviner, you just impeached me last year, and now you are even running on my grandson, you really don't want to die!" "Aren't

you on good terms with Xie Jin, do you regard him as a leader?" "

If you have this in mind, then I will let you reunite with Xie Jin underground as soon as possible."

Zhu Di's face was as usual, and he muttered in his heart.

And at this time.

The priest of the kingdom began to offer poems.

Although it is the best of the best, this poem is written by himself.

His poetic talent is very high, and he does have some talent because of his feelings.

Almost every year, it is his poems that are selected.

As Bushi spoke, the scene suddenly fell silent.

A seven-character quatrain blurted out.

"The Holy Lord Linxuan has lived for ten thousand years, and the nameless flowers have been since the four seasons. The Lord of Heaven deliberately took pity on the beautiful things, and blessed the field in front of the lamp. The

voice fell.

There was cheering all around.

"Good poetry, good poetry. "

Yes, it seems that the poetry of my Ming Dynasty has not decayed, and it is still as prosperous as the Tang Dynasty

!" "This poem is neat, the rhythm is beautiful, and the meaning is vast! Good poem!"

In fact, how could they not see that this poem is very ordinary.

But the problem is that this poem is a praise of the emperor, so it is natural to say it.

Zhu Di listened to the poem, nodded, and then waved his hand and said, "Yes, let's go down." "

Hmm?

The priest of the kingdom was obviously a little confused.

Although it is arranged by the Ministry of Rites, I can dedicate poems every year, not to mention that there are rewards, and there are still some praises.

Why is this the case

?" "Bu Shi, what's the matter? What else do you have to tell me?"

Zhu Di asked with a flat face.

Bu Shi suddenly left a drop of cold sweat, but thinking of the humiliation in front of the pharmacy today, he still gritted his teeth and said it:

"I heard that the emperor's grandson Zhu Zhan Yan has great talents, and the emperor and grandson did not participate in the poetry meeting just now, the old man suddenly regretted that he did not see the talent and demeanor of Zhu Zhan and the grandson.

"If Zhu Zhan's grandson is here, I'm afraid the best poem may not be a minister.

"And at this time, Zhu Zhan's grandson is also here, today is the emperor's birthday, it is better to let the emperor and grandson dedicate a poem, so that this Wanshou Festival is more lively, and everyone also appreciates the talent of the emperor's grandson." "

That's it.

Several other old men in Guozijian, such as Pujiao and professors, also came out, and they all responded: "Yes, I heard that the emperor's grandson's poetry is shocking, and I have never seen it, which is really a pity." "

Guozijian and these people speak very decently, they want to see the talent of the emperor and grandson, so that people can't find fault.

Seeing this, Zhu Zhanyan was also slightly stunned.

This group of old guys turned out to be waiting for Lao Tzu here.

Isn't this difficult for a strong man, all Tang poems and Song lyrics can't be used.... Zhu Zhanyan thought in his heart.

Zhu Di smiled coldly: "No need, my grandson has already made a congratulatory message today, let's change the day." Zhu

Di saw through the careful thinking of these people, so naturally he couldn't follow their wishes.

Even if you want to write poetry, it's still a poem.

How can you old antiques put forward the truth?

Hearing this, the sacrificial wine is a little helpless.

If the emperor doesn't accept it, what else can he say.

Just as he was about to retreat.

And at this time.

One person panicked.

Zhu Gaoxu had secretly inquired just now that his son made an eternal couplet in front of a pharmacy.

He was completely convinced that his son was a great talent, and he had a deep understanding of his own true heritage.

With such talent, why don't you take this opportunity to show it?

After this village, there will be no such shop.

As soon as Zhu Gaoxu saw that his son couldn't show off in front of everyone again, he immediately stood up and said loudly.

"Wait. "

Your Majesty, today is your old man's birthday, why not let him write a poem for you?"

"In ancient times, Cao Zhi became a poem in seven steps.

"My son is a great talent through the ages, why is it difficult to become a poem in seven steps?"

"Gully, quickly make a famous poem for your grandfather." "