After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

Xia Hua was very angry.

But Wu Qian didn't realize that he was very happy at the moment.

"I think the second brother is very insightful!"

"However... these words are limited to what you know, so don't spread them."

"After all, they are all teenagers. They are not yet mature enough to make them proud... There is still a long way to go for them to understand the future!"

"But for those who are capable and capable, I will not hesitate to reward them."

"Little Guizi,"

Xiao Guizi knelt down with a plop, "Your Highness, the servant is here!"

"Xuan Ai Hedong, Pu Qianmo, Tai Zhaohua, Wenshan... nine people climbed to the Wenhui Building, and I want to see the demeanor of our Wu students!"

"The slave obeys the order!"

Xiao Guizi jumped up and ran down quickly.

Wu Qian raised the nine poems in Yang's hand again, "These nine people should be recorded by the Ministry of Officials."

"When Gu Nianxi, Gu Boss, and Ru return with the excellent works of Yuejian Academy, the Imperial Academy will review again, and after the top three are determined, the official department will make a record and show it to the palace."

Hong Yanqing, the Minister of the Ministry of Officials sitting below, quickly stood up and saluted: "I respect the life of the prince!"

"Well, talents, this palace needs a lot of talents!"

"You are all important ministers in the court. Apart from handling state affairs, you also shoulder the responsibility of recommending talents to the court!"

"The talents mentioned by this palace are not limited to students who are good at reading. The world is so big, there are many capable people and different people. They may hide in the market, or hide in the mountains."

"Someone is good at divination, or is good at arithmetic, or is well versed in the art of war, or understands the meaning of laws and scriptures. All of these, I think they are all talents!"

"You can boldly recommend to this palace, those who are approved by this palace... will be of great use!"

"I have a broad mind, and I will not bury their talents."

At this moment, Xiao Guizi brought nine students to the third floor of Wenhui Building.

Wu Qian didn't say any more, his eyes swept over the faces of the nine students with a generous smile.

The nine students bowed their heads and walked in front of Wu Qian under the leadership of Xiao Guizi. They knelt down respectfully and shouted in unison:

"The villain pays homage to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

Wu Qian took two steps forward, and in the sight of the officials, he helped the nine students up one by one very kindly.

"They are all young talents of my Great Wu!"

"Get up, get up, give me a seat, give me a drink!"

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

These nine students couldn't be more excited!

Even Ai Dongdong, who has always admired Li Chenan, is no exception——

This is the first time they have met the Crown Prince of Wu!

The crown prince will ascend the throne next autumn!
They were extremely nervous at first, but they didn't expect that His Highness the Crown Prince would be so generous and kind!

In the future, he will definitely become a wise king of the Wu Kingdom!
Being able to serve as an official under such a wise king should be able to realize the ideals and ambitions in their hearts and make a great cause!
They sat neatly in front of the short table, looking at Wu Qian cautiously with fiery eyes.

Wu Qian is very satisfied.

Because even the ministers looked at him with approval.

Even those old things who were not very polite to him before, this time is no exception.

"I have read your poems carefully."

"There are two great Confucian scholars here, so many ministers of civil and military affairs, and Prince An, the second emperor's elder brother of this palace. Everyone recognizes your poems very much."

"In Bengong's opinion, even if the poetry fairy from Ningguo is not dead, even if he comes here in person and writes the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is probably nothing more than that."

"Even if his teacher, Li Xiaofeng, came here... I can't write a single flower."

Wu Qian's original intention was to praise these nine students first, to make them full of fighting spirit and confidence, and then beat them up, to let them guard against arrogance and impetuosity, knowing that learning is endless.

In this way, he can not only show his expectations, but also make these nine students and even the civil and military ministers here look at him with admiration, and even give him their all.

But he never expected that his two sentences would ignite the fire of Xia Hua who was originally uncomfortable!

Xia Hua stood up suddenly, interrupting what Wu Qian was about to say!

"Your Highness, I thought that if Li Chen'an was still alive, this poem and article would have nothing to do with them!"

"He is a poet! I don't believe his poetry can be surpassed by them!"

"I don't even believe that their poems can stand shoulder to shoulder with Mr. Li!"

As soon as Xia Hua said this, the audience fell silent.

Wu Qian swallowed the words that came to his lips.

Xia Hua's father, Xia Liu, who was sitting below, had her heart in her throat for an instant.

Eunuch Wei, who was standing behind, raised his head and looked at Xia Hua's back.

Xia Hua took another step forward, "Although I haven't read the poems they made, it just so happens that I have a poem made by Mr. Mister here!"

"Just last night!"

"It's also a full moon, so it happens to be Mid-Autumn Festival!"

Xia Hua took out a piece of paper from her bosom, and glanced over everyone.

Three of the nine students raised their heads to look at Xia Hua at this moment, the expression in their eyes was not anger, but anticipation.

Some of those civil and military ministers actually looked at Xia Hua with complicated expressions on their faces.

Wu Huan almost jumped up at this moment.

He knew that since it was Lu Xiaofeng's words, it must be words that shocked the world!

But he abruptly withdrew his gaze from looking at Xia Hua, and even lowered his head slightly to conceal his inner excitement.

Wu Qian narrowed his eyes slightly, but smiled again:
"Oh... I know that you have worshiped a gentleman, but I don't know that Mr. Li actually wrote a Mid-Autumn Festival last night!"

"In that case, how about showing this word to Bengong?"

Wu Qian wanted to keep this poem, but wanted to prevent Xia Hua from making it public.

However, Xia Hua didn't seem to understand what he meant.

Xia Hua actually opened her mouth again:

"I'm a warrior, and I don't understand the twists and turns in the temple."

"In Tianyin Pavilion, the master taught me to do everything according to my heart, so that I can prove the Dao!"

"I can't get over it right now, so I invite you all to taste this Mid-Autumn Ci poem written by my husband!"

"The name of this word is "Shui Tiao Ge Tou, When Will the Bright Moon Come?"!"

Wu Qian took a deep breath, and took a deep look at Xia Hua.

Xia Hua's master is the owner of Tianyin Pavilion, the current emperor's own sister, his sister-in-law of Wu Qian!

This sister-in-law left Kyoto to study martial arts at Tianyin Pavilion in her early years.

Father is very kind to this sister-in-law, which is also the main reason why the royal family and Tianyin Pavilion have gotten along so well over the years.

Sister has a story.

It is said that the father's kindness to his sister-in-law stems from the guilt in his heart.

Xia Hua is my sister-in-law's closed disciple, and also the eldest lady of Xia Guogong's mansion...

That damned Li Xiaofeng, what kind of lyrics did he compose?
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xia Hua said:
"Mr. raised a glass to invite the moon last night. He drank a jug of wine and recited this poem. It only took ten breaths!"

"I thought this word could write down Mid-Autumn Festival!"

Xia Hua's face became serious, her slender neck lifted, and she recited this poem——

"When will the moon be there?

Ask the sky for wine.

I don't know the palace of heaven,

What year is this eve.

......"

Xia Hua looked at the moonlight outside the fence, her eyes had already ignored those extremely shocked gazes looking at her.

In her eyes is the wild look of her husband.

Her voice gradually became higher and higher:
"...people have joys and sorrows,
The moon waxes and wanes,

This matter is ancient and difficult. "

Xia Hua opened her arms, and what appeared in her eyes was Li Chen'an again.

Her voice gradually deepened:

"May man be long,

Thousands of miles together! "

After reciting a word, only her voice echoed in everyone's ears in the entire Wenhui Building!

Wu Huan was shocked!

Wu Qian looked shocked!
The faces of those nine students were pale!
The two great Confucians...they were trembling all over!
This word really describes the Mid-Autumn Festival!
The moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival is round every year, but the words of the Mid-Autumn Festival may never exist again.

Xia Hua walked towards the fence.

She stood in front of the fence.

A white dress is better than snow, even better than the moon.

She suddenly jumped...

She jumped over the fence!

She spread her arms and flew towards the bright moon.

The jacket flutters.

Long hair fluttering.

Just like last night when Li Chenan carried Zhongli Ruoshui and flew away.

Wenhui Building.

All sounds are silent.

In Xia Hua's heart, the appearance of the demon became clearer and clearer! (end of this chapter)