I became the son of Renzong

Chapter 25 Tongying Banquet ([-])

While Zhao Xi was still hesitating, some children had already stopped writing.

Fu Bi glanced at Han Qi...his eyes were still closed, but the corners of his mouth no longer twitched, his eyelids stabilized, and he seemed to have resigned himself to fate.

Much ado about nothing!This Prince Pu...

Zhao Xi finally started to write, and Sun Fu's heart seemed to be clenched even tighter.

Several red clouds wanted to fly... Zhao Xi wrote the first sentence.

Sun Fu's soul felt all of a sudden come back, and he suddenly felt like he had eaten ice dew on a hot day, making his body refreshed.

He is not good at poetry, not that he doesn't know how to appreciate it, as far as Zhao Xi wrote the first sentence, he already knew that Zhao Xi kept saying: It doesn't matter...what is it.

Resenting Chunhui with fragrance and attitude... Zhao Xi wrote the second sentence.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Xi didn't pause any longer, and wrote down the last two sentences together: How much does the Eastern Emperor know about Yulu, it was bestowed upon him by the wind last night.

Several red clouds want to fly,
Fragrance and state resent Chunhui.

How much does Donghuang Yulu know,
Last night before the wind has given Fei.

Zhao Xi searched and searched, and finally found a poem about peonies in his memory. He remembered that it was from the Ming Dynasty, and he changed the original poem to make it more suitable for today's situation, and made it clear.

Perhaps the Zhao family really has an artistic gene, whether it is the later generations or the current Zhao Xi, even if he is only three years old, his handwriting is just as beautiful.

Sun Fu didn't know what expression he had at this moment, if he had a bronze mirror, he really wanted to see it.

The change was too sudden. He knew the year of his destiny, but he was still shocked by this change, and even more shocked by Zhao Xi's poem.

"gentlemen……"

"Rixi, very good! Yes!"

Sun Fu didn't know how to express his emotions anymore. When Zhao Xi asked about the poems like other children, he simply said five words!
Ouyang Xiu browsed through the transcribed poems, but he couldn't see any of them looked at Peony from a child's perspective.

He read one and threw it to Yan Shu. He didn't want to comment at all, it was meaningless. He could even match some of the lines with those present.

Banqueting is not once or twice, Ouyang Xiu is very clear about who's style.

And Yan Shu was the chief examiner, and he signed many of the roll calls present here.It is difficult to change a person's style of writing after he becomes an adult.

This so-called Tong Yingyan was actually aimed at Sun Fu, an honest man, and Prince E, an unsuspecting child.

Intuit made it!

Looking around... Jia Changchao nodded, while Fubi Han Qi looked helpless.Fan Zhongyan didn't even bother to look at it.

Regardless of whether it is a child's perspective or not, no one can make false judgments on the merits of the poems.

At this time, Sun Fu had already copied Zhao Xi's poems, and he put the two words after Zhao Rixi close together at the signing place... He did it on purpose, he thought it was appropriate for Wang Ye to sign this poem with his real name.

"Nice poem!"

When Ouyang Xiu received the poems that Sun Fu handed over and copied, he couldn't help admiring.

Han Qi suddenly opened his eyes and leaned over... Hehe!Han Qi pursed his lips and pointed at Jia Changchao.

"Yan Xianggong, Jia Xianggong, you can read this poem, Uncle Yong thinks he is the leader."

"Same uncle seconded!"

With just one glance, Yan Shu can conclude that the words and meanings of this poem are indeed the works of the upper class, using things to describe people in accordance with the times and situations.

"Sun Mingfu, this is Tongying Banquet, why did you do this?"

Jia Changchao is not mediocre, he naturally knows the quality of poems.

All the poems prepared by Prince Pu's son in the early stage were passed by him.It was for children, Jia Changchao screened out the poems he had prepared, and only kept acceptable ones, although there were some eye-catching ones, he screened them out.

After all, I don't want to look too ugly.

"Jia Xianggong, Ming Fu specializes in the classics and righteousness. Have you ever heard that Ming Fu has famous poems? This poem is written by his disciple Zhao... Rixi. I also ask Jia Xiang to judge."

Thief shouting catch thief?Anyone can see that the only newcomer on the scene is Wang Ye, who is also a butcher anyway, so he doesn't know right from wrong.

Even Han Qi thought it was Sun Fu's work, only Fu Bi looked at Zhao Xi in astonishment... How evil is this Prince E.

"Do it now? Hehe. Ziming seconded this as the leader."

Although unwilling, Jia Changchao was also helpless.

Zhao Xi has been paying attention here, he can see and hear every expression, including words.

Especially Jia Changchao's "hehe" made him feel particularly harsh.

Your uncle!Do not believe it?Grandpa will let you see again.

"Sir, the students have other feelings, I wonder if it's okay..."

Zhao Xi approached, directly ignoring all the husbands, but only for Sun Fu.

Since they are all pretending, he also needs to pretend that he only knows Sun Fu.

How would Sun Fu know what to do with this?He is a pedant, so he can only look at Fu Bi.

"Pen and ink wait!"

Ouyang Xiu didn't care about Jia Changchao's face, he really wanted to know how Prince E felt...

……

At this time, Zhao Zhen was just sitting in a daze, his mind was stirred into a paste by King Pu, and Zhao Xi's face flashed from time to time, mixed with it.

A person who is most afraid of troubles has never stopped troubles.

Empress Cao has been thinking about how to make Xi'er recognized by scholars after this incident.

The succession of the Datong will not change. The key is that an emperor who is not recognized by scholars will inevitably fall into the struggle between the court and the emperor.

She can understand Zhao Xi, it's definitely not that her own man is so easy to compromise, he should be a stubborn and firm character.

"Go back to the official's house, the prince won the first prize in poetry and prose!"

The servant's voice was higher this time.Their identities determine their positions. In a sense, they are Zhao family slaves, or a family.

"What did you say?"

"Going back to the official's house, the prince won the first prize in poetry and prose, which was jointly recognized by Mr. Ouyang and Mr. Yan."

Zhao Zhen was stunned, this... I have never seen Xi'er reciting poems before, so what?

"Is poetry a ghostwriter?"

"Back to the official's house, Mr. Sun said that he is not good at poetry and prose, and this is a new work for the prince."

"What about the verse?"

The servant handed over the prepared poems...

This is... a poem that is so timely and suitable for the situation, it is impossible to prepare it.

"Is Xi'er so..."

"Officials, I think so!"

He can pretend not to know Donghuang Yulu and complain that Chunhui doesn't care about it, and Xi'er can tell him: Fei has been given before the wind.

"Going back to the official's house, Jia Xiang questioned the prince's new work, but the prince has other feelings, and the new work is being released at this time!"

"Go and investigate!"

Forget it, Xi'er is still a child, even if she speaks rudely, the father will bear it for him.

Don't be gracious to the rain and ride the wind

And the mountain flowers are accompanied by red

Longitudinal in the Pavilion Pavilion Mu Wuhou

Maybe spring will come to nothing

Nothing wrong!This verse is purely about the process of peony from budding, blooming to withering.But who is the fool in Zishantang now?
When Zhao Xi finished writing the poem, the expressions on the faces of all the people in Zishantang... that was wonderful.

"Xiwen thinks it's better than this, Uncle Yong, Uncle Tong, what do you think?"

Fan Zhongyan wanted to laugh!The dignified butcher, designed a child like this, but was thrown back by the child and slapped.

It feels good.If thousands of years later, Fan Zhongyan would definitely shout: How cool!

"Uncle Yong seconded, it should be so."

Ouyang Xiu didn't care about Yan Shu, a good old man, and simply seconded, not forgetting to look at Jia Changchao's twitching face that was already clouded.

(End of this chapter)