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The crown prince didn't see Emperor Tang's dissatisfaction, because his attention was always on the saintess of the Yue Kingdom, and when Emperor Tang finished speaking, he smiled and said, "Father, the saintess also said, There are many literati in the Tang Dynasty, so the matter of inscribing poems—isn’t that difficult? When it comes to composing poems, I can compose one now!"

After the prince finished speaking, he glanced proudly at the Holy Maiden of the Yue Kingdom, as if saying: Brother is that powerful!
As soon as the words came out, the officials in the hall looked at each other. Many of these people were from the prince's camp, but at the moment they also felt that the prince's words were a bit rash, and at this time, they really shouldn't stand out!

He is a prince, not a bachelor, besides, their bachelors are not stupid enough to come out at this time, did they not see the face of Emperor Tang?
While the crown prince was looking at the saintesses of the Yue Kingdom complacently, the Emperor Tang said in a deep voice: "Yizhi, you should step back first. There are so many great scholars in the palace. When it comes to writing poems, they must have a lot of ideas. Ladies and gentlemen, do it!"

Emperor Tang, who was still hesitating at first, had no choice but to agree to the proposal of the Holy Maiden of Yue Kingdom after the prince said that, and instead led this poem to the scholar in advance.

After all, there is Zhang Twelve who is not good at the university. If the crown prince goes up in person, but fails to write any good poems in the end, he will lose his face in front of the envoys of the four countries!
But none of the great scholars in the hall took the initiative to speak up. This matter is not so easy to deal with. Later, if Emperor Tang calls him, he will consider himself unlucky, but he must not stand up now!

Seeing that no one answered, the smile on the Prince's face became even wider, thinking that everyone knew that he wanted to compose poetry, so no one dared to come out to steal his limelight!

Children can be taught!
"Father, since everyone is so humble, let me compose a poem! Wouldn't it be beautiful to inscribe on the painting of Princess Yue?"

The anger in Emperor Tang's heart, before he could speak, the Holy Maiden of Yue State said, "Your Majesty Tang, the Heavenly Treasures of the Tang Dynasty are the land of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Your Highness the Crown Prince has read all the books of sages and sages, and he must have a lot of poems and words." Achievements, the little girl also wants to hear about His Highness the Crown Prince's masterpiece!"

At this point, Emperor Tang had no reason to refute. He felt a little angry, and at the same time said helplessly: "In that case, then Yizhi should write a poem for this painting!"

After hearing this, the prince smiled happily and walked up to the Saintess of the Kingdom of Renyue——after staring at the person for a long time, he shifted to the painting. He pretended to take a few steps, and then said:

"Qingming wears wine in military uniform, and sweeps leaves and fish boats to lie drunk in Hunan.

Empty and horizontal should not be evil, pass through the tent to see Liujiang.

Dancing gulls are lovers, and the broken road melts and crisps to see melancholy.

The cold soaked Shuming said the cup is ready, and the demon face and flying swallows taste the first fragrance. "

After the prince finished reading, he looked at the officials in the palace very proudly. He was very satisfied with his poem, and his eyes on the saint of Yue Kingdom became even hotter.

This poem is indeed written by the prince now. If it was put in the past, he might not have been inspired, but after seeing the saint of the Yue Kingdom today, he suddenly had a burst of inspiration and it was out of control, so he wrote this poem, which made him feel strange. Satisfying poems come.

After the prince finished reading, there was no sound in the hall.

The people present were all civil servants. Even if their own level is limited and they can't compose any high-quality poems, they can still appreciate poems and criticize poems.

In all fairness, this poem cannot be said to be bad, especially when it was written on the spot, it is said to be excellent.

But compared with this painting, I always feel that this poem does not match well. In other words, although this poem is good, it is not as good as this painting. Even if it is written, it will be overshadowed by this painting , it's a pity.

"Nice poem!"

I don't know who took the lead to shout the first sentence, and then all the officials rushed to shout, as if they had suddenly realized.

"This kind of bad poetry... a bunch of sycophants!"

Zhang Twelve curled his lips and muttered.

Mo Li glanced at him sideways, and wanted to say something to him, but after thinking about it, it seemed that he was really qualified to say that, so she smiled and said, "Why, you want to write a song too?"

Zhang Twelve shrugged, noncommittal.

Although this poem did not surprise Emperor Tang, it was generally above the level, not too embarrassing, and his face eased a lot.

The high-spirited prince looked at the saint of Yue with a smile and said, "Saint, how about my poems?"

"Your Highness is talented, this poem is indeed very good..."

The saint of Yue State leaned forward and said, which made the prince feel very useful, and said to the guards next to him: "Give me the pen and ink, and I will inscribe this poem on this painting, which is also a good talk! Haha..."

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Seeing the prince's behavior like this, Zhang Twelve was speechless.

At this moment, he was very skeptical, given how the prince's EQ and IQ were so low, how did he become the prince?

Emperor Tang is sitting on it, you dare to give orders so recklessly, do you still have Emperor Tang in your eyes?
But he sighed again, who made him the prince?

If other people dared to say that, they should have been pulled out and killed earlier, right?But he is the crown prince, even if Emperor Tang is not happy—he is just not happy...

But Zhang Twelve was more interested in the Yue Kingdom saintess and the Yue Kingdom behind her. He really didn't know much about the Yue Kingdom, so he asked Mo Li.

Mo Li didn't ignore him this time, but explained it to him in detail.

After listening to her, Zhang Twelve was full of emotions.

It turned out that he only knew about the Daughter Country of Xiliang in Journey to the West. There was also Xiliang in this era, but this Xiliang is not the same as Xiliang, and the difference is a bit far...

However, this Nanyue country is a country of daughters - this does not mean that the country is full of women - after all, there is no Saintess River, and it cannot be explained from the perspective of reproduction.

It is said that Nanyue is a country of daughters, mainly because this country is ruled by a queen, and it has been like this for generations!

Unlike men in other countries who can have three wives and four concubines, Yue has always practiced monogamy. Only the queen and the princess are eligible to have two wives at the same time. If this is the case, it will definitely affect the government, and the number of offspring will be increased by only one woman-indeed, it is not justified.

This also leads to the saint.

The saint is not the leader of any gang or organization, but as soon as the princess is born, the queen finds a girl of the same size and excellent conditions to grow up with her. When the princess is married, the queen chooses a good son-in-law for her. , this man can have a princess and a saint at the same time, the princess is the successor of the queen in the future, and the saint is mainly responsible for giving birth...

When Zhang Twelve heard this, his mouth widened in surprise, and he was still envious of that man in his heart-this is a good deal of marrying one and getting one free!
Seeing his expression, Mo Li snorted very disdainfully, and then told him that this man looks good on the surface, but in reality he is not.

A man who is a princess doesn't have any real power, and he can't leave the palace. The most he does in the palace is to have sex with the saint...

Hearing this was the case, Zhang Twelve couldn't help being speechless: This horse is actually a stallion—no, it's a boar, and it's specially responsible for mating work...

Having said that, Zhang Twelve can't help but look forward to the Nanyue women's country. I really hope to go to the women's power country one day to see if the sky is bluer and the water is clearer...

And what Mo Li told him was far more than that, because she was in charge of the Tang Emperor's security work, she also knew some things that ordinary people didn't know!
The state of Yue is located in the south of the Yangtze River, and its atmosphere is almost the same as that of Jinling.

The Yue Kingdom may have heard about the fact that the third prince of the Wu Kingdom came to Jingzhou last time and had a bad nose, so this time he came to court not just to give gifts, but to make peace with the Tang Dynasty!

And the princess who made the marriage is the third princess of the current empress, and she is also the least favored one, so she is used for the marriage.

And this saintess is the saintess of the three princesses, and if they get married, they will marry together.

When Zhang Twelve heard this, he suddenly realized why the crown prince was so considerate. If it was a marriage, he would marry two of them at once, and the beauty of this saint is really good. I guess he is very cold now, right?
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The guard was also a little embarrassed when he heard the prince's words. The emperor of the Tang Dynasty should not listen to this order - but the other party is the prince, so it's a little difficult...

When the guard didn't know what to do, Emperor Tang nodded to him, and the guard felt relieved, and ran down to get his pen and ink...

Everything was moving in the direction the prince hoped for. Looking at the woman in front of him, the prince was twitching his index finger and his heart was surging, but what the saint said next made him a little embarrassed——

"His Royal Highness, don't you need to worry about writing inscriptions? My little girl sees that there are so many literati in this palace, should they also write poems and inscriptions?"

As soon as the saint finished speaking, the prince's expression changed. He stared directly at the saint of Yue, and said in a bad tone, "Dare to ask the saint, what do you mean by this? Could it be that I dislike my poems and are not worthy of your princess?" Can't draw?"

The prince naturally knows whose saint this saint is, and why she came to Datang!

A princess who doesn't even want to see her own mother and sends her out to be married, isn't her poems more than enough to match her paintings?
How dare this saint dislike her?

In the future, wait for her to come over with the three princesses for a kiss, and see if I don't play with her to death!
The prince thought fiercely, and occasionally had a wretched and YD expression on his face, which made the Yue Kingdom saintess look annoyed, but he smiled and said: "Your Highness, don't be angry! How is your highness's poem, I believe everyone It is very clear, there is no need for the little girl to repeat it!"

Hearing this, Zhang Twelve was really impressed by the neither humble nor overbearing performance of the saint of Yue, and at the same time, he was extremely contemptuous of the prince: "Whether you deserve it or not, don't you have a point in your mind?"
But the prince's brain circuit was too long, and he thought that the saint of Yue Kingdom was praising him-because he thought everyone thought his poems were good!

Then he changed his tone again, and said with a smile: "In this case, why doesn't the saint let me write poems?"

"Your Highness, if you look closely at this painting, it's less than five feet long, so it's very small. Although Your Highness's poem is good, it's as long as fifty and six characters—this painting really can't fit it!"

What the Saintess of Yue State said is true, this painting is not big, and there is not much space left, and the poem of the prince is too long, if it is all inscribed - is this an inscription in the painting or a painting in the words?
Obviously what you want is to draw the finishing touch, so you draw a fucking dragon—are you stupid?

After hearing this, the prince thought it was really the case. He felt that he had saved enough face. At least everyone recognized his poems very much. The reason why he didn’t use them was because of the force majeure that the number of words was not appropriate. I feel much more comfortable...

Glancing around, he said cheerfully and shamelessly: "Hey, this is how I write poems. Suddenly, my writing is springing up—I want to write a short one, but I can't!"

"Your Highness has made great achievements in the way of poetry, and the little girl really admires..."

Saying that, the Yue Kingdom saintess bowed again to pay her respects...

The prince was overjoyed, feeling as if he was at the pinnacle of his life, and said to the saintess of the Yue Kingdom: "I am really good at writing long poems, but as for short poems-although I am not good at it, I know someone who is good at it! "

Zhang Twelve originally thought that this guy would continue to brag, saying that he was proficient in short poems, and then he would write a short poem that was hot-eyed—there is no room for the saint of Yue to cry, right?

The saint of Yue country was really relieved when she heard the last sentence of the prince. She said too many words, but it was just perfunctory - if it is really a high-quality goods, so what if there are too many words?
Fortunately, he didn't say that he was also good at short poems. At that time, she was afraid that it would be difficult to end. She was full of boredom for this Great Tang Prince, but she couldn't express it too clearly when she was there...

"Oh? Who else is good at short poems?"

The Yue Kingdom Saintess asked.

"Yang Zexin, the grandson of the prime minister of this dynasty, Mr. Yang is a master of poetry, known as "the number one genius in Jingzhou". Since the saint likes short poems, let Mr. Yang write a short poem!"

After the prince finished speaking, he shouted to Yang Zexin in the crowd: "Young Master Yang, come and write a short poem for the saint!"

Yang Zexin in the crowd stood up, but his expression was not very natural. He looked at the prince, but did not answer, but glanced at Emperor Tang behind the prince.

Only then did the prince realize what was happening. He was so proud just now that he completely forgot that Emperor Tang was behind him. Now that he thought about it, he was covered in cold sweat, and he hurriedly turned around and said, "Father, my son was so unrestrained on a whim. I also hope that the emperor will forgive me!"

After he met Tang Emperor's gloomy eyes, he couldn't help but tremble...

Emperor Tang was indeed furious. While he was still present, the crown prince seemed to be in a no-man's land, bossing around the officials in the palace. He didn't take himself seriously!
Especially in front of the envoys of the four countries, what is he trying to do?
It is also because the envoys of the four countries are here, it is not easy to say anything about the prince before the Tang emperor, because if you say that, the prince will lose face, and I am afraid it will be difficult to raise his head in the future...

"Yizhi, you step back..."

Sighing heavily in his heart, Emperor Tang said in a deep voice.

(End of this chapter)