After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

This is called which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted.

When Xia Hua heard it, her mood suddenly became unhappy.

She also looked at Wu Qian, "You are His Royal Highness, I heard that next autumn, you will ascend the throne and become the emperor of Wu Kingdom?"

The corner of Wu Qian's mouth curled up and he nodded.

Xia Hua said again: "I saw it with my own eyes on the top of the Western Mountain in Ningguo and Shuzhou... Presumably his every move is also under the surveillance of Ji Shufang, so you should already know the news."

"You are asking me now..."

Xia Hua looked at the students by the lotus pond downstairs, and paused for three breaths, "You have never forgotten him, you have always regarded him as your opponent, whether it is in governance or in poetry, you Subconsciously, I still want to compete with him."

"It's not bad."

"Because of his talent and learning, he can indeed be an example for the world! Taking him as the peak can indeed give you the motivation to keep climbing and pursuing."

"But he... has already stood on the mountain!"

"It's not that I underestimate these literati and students. Even the four great talents of our country of Wu, at least in terms of poetry and articles, they... are far behind!"

Xia Hua actually said this very euphemistically.

But in Wu Qian's ears, it pierced into his heart like a needle.

Because the meaning of Xia Hua's words is also very simple——

Taking Li Chenan as an opponent, wanting to compete with Li Chenan, the implication is that he is inferior to Li Chenan!
It was because I was too narrow-minded.

He couldn't get through with a dead man.

Especially when it comes to talent and learning.

My accomplishments in poetry are not as good as those of Wu Guo's four great talents, and they can't match Li Chenan, so wouldn't I be even more miserable?
Wu Qian, who has always been extremely conceited, was very angry.

But there was a smile on his face.

"After seeing his poems, Ben Gong also liked them very much, and admitted that with his talent and learning, he really stood on the top of the mountain."

"I don't have the time to carve poems, my thoughts are above the national economy and the people's livelihood."

Since it is a comparison, of course we have to maximize our strengths and avoid our weaknesses.

Wu Qian knows this well:

"The future... the future is very far away, let's just talk about the present."

"My palace has obtained the Wuya Pass. After I ascend the throne as the emperor... I will personally conquer and bring the Annan Road of Ningguo into the territory of Wuguo!"

"My palace has many ideals, all of which will be realized one by one in the not-too-distant future."

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

"I never expected that such a talented and knowledgeable person would forget the fact that food is the most important thing in fame."

"The national policy he set for Ningguo will inevitably lead Ningguo into the abyss within five years... perhaps even worse than when Ji Tai was in power."

Wu Qian looked at the full moon in the sky, with a wider smile on his face:

"The Yue Kingdom is caught in the vortex of the struggle for the throne, and there is still a restless Zen sect. In a short period of time, the Yue Kingdom has no time to look around."

"Wait until the situation in the Yue Kingdom settles down... I am afraid that the palace has already occupied the south of the Ning Kingdom by then!"

"Hi Jiangnan, I want to row a boat on that West Lake!"

Xia Hua raised her eyebrows, and she looked at Wu Qian, this time very carefully.

Ten years no see.

That filthy child with a runny nose actually has a taste of pointing at the world at this moment!

Xia Hua doesn't know what the current national conditions of Ningguo are.

If it is true as Wu Qian said, if Wu Qian's succession can really make Wu country more prosperous, then Wu country's army marching northward may really hit Ning country hard.

But she didn't care about it.

She just felt that Wu Qian and his childhood appearance in memory had changed greatly.

Wu Qian felt Xia Hua's gaze, and he thought it was Xia Hua's admiration!
He still raised his neck with a calm expression on his face.

But he didn't last long before he was defeated by Xia Hua's words.

Xia Hua said in surprise:
"Little Zhangzi, you've grown up!"

Wu Qian's heart trembled.

Little sign... This is the nickname Xia Hua gave him when he was a child.

No one dared to say this nickname to him for many years, so much so that he almost forgot it.

Is this the testimony of the two childhood sweethearts?
Or did Xia Hua mention the nickname again to wake him up?
Wu Qian thinks it should be the former, which shows that Xia Hua also deeply remembers the past.

He looked at Xia Hua and smiled awkwardly, took out a bamboo flute from his arms and handed it to Xia Hua, and said in a low voice: "This little Qianzi... I am an adult, don't do this in front of others from now on." Call."

"This is the bamboo flute made by Bengong himself. You liked it very much at that time. I know that you still lack a Shenqin. Ningguo has a winding beam. I have already found out who owns it. Sooner or later, I will meet you." Bring it back to you!"

Xia Hua hesitated for a moment to take the small bamboo flute, and stuffed it into her sleeve pocket.

Wu Qian looked at Xia Hua expectantly: "How about playing a song for me at the end of the meeting?"

Xia Hua shook her head:
"I haven't played the flute for many years, thank you for remembering, these years in Tianyin Pavilion, besides the piano, I have learned to play the flute."

"...Then I'll send someone to get you a Xiao?"

"Don't, my flute is not good, but my second senior brother is very good at it. If you like it, I can invite second senior brother to play it for you."

Wu Qian's whole body is not well.

Could it be that this summer flower has stayed on the isolated Tianshan Mountain for a long time and is still in love?

Does Ben Gong care about playing the flute or the flute?

What I care about is being alone with you!
Looking at Xia Hua's delicate face under the bright moonlight, Wu Qian's heart skipped a beat. The unhappiness that Xia Hua's words had brought to him earlier had vanished.

This is the future queen of this palace!
This fragile skin, this exquisite curve, this graceful waist...

Wu Qian swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and suppressed the desire in his heart, "I won't bother your second senior brother, I think you are tired today, rest for a few days, and I will accompany you for a walk on the streets of Dongxu City. "

Xia Hua smiled, not saying yes or no.

But this smile made Wu Qian's mood agitated.

That is the beauty of the city, the appearance of the country!

Xia Hua said:
"The poems of the students are about to be sent up. I'm tired of standing. Let's go."

The two returned to their respective short tables under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Xia Hua's father, Xia Liu, Shangshu of the Ministry of War of the Wu State, was also upstairs in Wenhui Building.

He raised his head slightly and looked at his daughter again, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

Because his father Xia Guogong Xia Mochou said a few days ago that it was not appropriate for Xia Hua to marry the Crown Prince!

Why is it wrong? My father didn't explain.

But let him write a letter to the eldest son Xia An who was serving in the Beifu Army.

Beifu soldiers are stationed in the northern land of Wu State, and the fiefdom of the eldest prince, Prince Ping, is also in the northern land of Wu State!

The letter didn't say anything else, it just asked Xia An to go to Prince Ping's mansion to say hello to Prince Ping!

With Xia Liu's wisdom, of course he knew that the meaning was not that simple, what he thought of was the news about the reduction of feudal clans from the palace.

Even the vassal king has been cut, can the government of this country be safe and sound?

Just when Xia Liu was feeling uneasy, the sound of footsteps came from downstairs.

All the eunuchs came trotting all the way with a stack of papers in their hands.

They placed the poems they received in front of the two great scholars and Prince An, and then bowed in unison: "His Highness, the poems and essays of the first batch of students have been delivered, Your Highness please have a look!"

"Well, three judges, just take a look."

"If there are good poems, please present them to Ben Gong."

In the Wenhui Building, the sound of drinking is less, and the sound of flipping through those papers is more.

Wu Qian is looking forward to it.

I hope that some student can compose poems that surpass Li Chenan's.

This would make him proud.

Especially in front of Xia Hua!
Time passed.

Those eunuchs sent the poems of the students wave after wave.

Yun Shuxian, Xian Youzhi and Prince An Wu Huan were all watching very carefully.

Xia Hua didn't have any expectations.

She even found it boring.

So she was in a daze.

I was thinking that it was already late at night, are Mr. and Mrs. Mrs. on their way?

Or are you doing something else under the full moon in early autumn? (end of this chapter)