The princess who mistakenly provoked the prince asked to divorce her husband

Chapter 32

The man also looked at Mo Ziyuan, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhou has a good temperament. The snow fell beautifully this winter. Why don't you use snow as the topic?".

Mo Ziyuan was happy, there were too many poems about Yin Xue, and her favorite was Lu Meipo's Xuemei, and then she smiled and said: "Mei Xue is fighting for the spring but is not willing to fall, and the scholar puts up a pen to comment on the chapter. Mei Xu is humble The snow is three points white, but the snow loses the fragrance of the plum."

"Good! Good! Good! What a plum beard is three points less white than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum. Mr. Zhou's poem is wonderful!" The man thought about the poem carefully, his eyes lit up with interest, and he couldn't help but smile. Laughing, he stood up and applauded excitedly, his excitement was beyond words, and he praised in his mouth: "Mr. Zhou is really quick-witted and eloquent."

Mo Ziyuan couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief when she heard this, and said with a low voice, "Thank you for your compliment, my lord, I'm ashamed!" But she couldn't help but muttered in her heart: I hope the ancients don't blame me for plagiarizing their labor achievements.

The first round was passed easily, Mo Ziyuan was neither arrogant nor impetuous, she curled her lips into a faint smile, gave a light gift, and walked in front of the second judge, Prince Rui, with some anxiety.

Although Nalan Junruo also thinks that Mo Ziyuan's poem is wonderful, but the theme of Yongxue is really not difficult, and he can handle it with ease.

Today's Prince Rui is dressed in white and has black hair, with a lingering elegance, handsome face and starry eyes, the sun seems to have coated his whole body with a halo of light, he is extremely handsome.

He looked up at Mo Ziyuan, squinted his eyes and smiled, his eyes fell back on the table, and said lightly: "How about, how about asking Mr. Zhou to take the world as the topic?"

Everyone was startled, the scope of this world is too broad, what kind of poems can meet this definition of the world, even if a poem is made, it is useless for the judges to disagree, this is really a difficult problem.

Mo Ziyuan was slightly taken aback, she didn't expect such a topic, she thought about it for a moment, and said eloquently: "It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat drips down the soil, who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard work."

After Prince Rui heard it, an intriguing smile floated on his face, but his gaze stayed on her face, and he said: "Young Master Zhou's poem is not bad, but I just want to ask, what is the relationship between this poem and the world?"

At this moment, the crowd watching under the stage started to discuss in low voices, they all lamented that this young man was going to lose his hands at such a young age, and he was really reckless.

Nalan Junruo still had a calm face, but she was surprised by Mo Ziyuan's talent in her heart. She wrote a poem almost without thinking about it. With such talent, it is indeed a pity to lose a pair of hands.

When Mo Ziyuan heard Prince Rui's words, she suddenly asked: "Dare to ask sir, I would like to ask, what is the foundation of this world?"

The twelve princes on the side interjected: "This world belongs to my emperor, so of course my emperor is respected." He looked at the show, picked up a jug of fine wine with his left hand, and poured it directly into his mouth without a cup. With the last touch of his lips, he made a "tsk tsk" sound.

Hearing this, Mo Ziyuan shook her head lightly and said: "Of course the world is based on the people, the people are the most important, the society is second, and the king is the least. The people are like water, water can carry a boat and capsize it, but the people rely on food. For this reason, this song of compassion for farmers is exactly what I mean!" After Mo Ziyuan finished speaking, her heart felt empty again, these words were learned lines from TV dramas, I don't know if I can fool this group of people.

When Prince Rui heard this, his quiet eyes couldn't hide his shock. This little girl, who had such profound insights into politics, actually coincided with her own thoughts. Her face was still calm, like a curse. Said faintly: "Young Master Zhou, you really have great insight!"

Nalan Junruo also trembled, his eyes focused, this Jay Chou is really full of knowledge, unexpectedly he has such insight.

Hearing their compliments, Mo Ziyuan felt even more empty. She walked slowly to the third judge, Twelve Princes, and bowed. The two looked at each other with affection, and they looked around as if there was nothing.

Mo Ziyuan glanced resentfully, and said with some embarrassment: "Mr. please come up with a question!"

The Twelfth Prince turned his face sideways, rolled his eyes and said: "Well, Mr. Zhou is really powerful, or if we come down to order something special, we will focus on beautiful women?" Seen by Mo Ziyuan, she couldn't help frowning in contempt.

A song of Li Bai's grievances jumped into his mind, and then he opened his mouth and said: "The beauty rolled up the bead curtain, sat deeply and frowned, but seeing the wet tears, I don't know who I hate."

The twelve princes applauded and said: "It's true that people can't be judged by appearances. I didn't expect you to be so quick-witted that you can export poems. Admire! Admire!"

The corner of Mo Ziyuan's mouth twitched into an embarrassing smile, of course it is impossible to write poetry instantly, it's just plagiarism!

The three rounds of challenges were completed, and the fragrance was only halfway through. The three impressive poems captured everyone present.

Rumbling applause hit like a tide, and everyone looked at Mo Ziyuan on the stage in surprise, all admiring her talent.

The old man shouted loudly in front of everyone: "Is there anyone else coming up to challenge?" Everyone in the audience was silent.

Nalan Junruo also bowed to Mo Ziyuan and said, "I have never admired anyone in my life, and Mr. Zhou is the first!" Even the hostile Nalan Junruo deeply admired him.

This leader is self-evident, the hand fell to Mo Ziyuan, looking at the rich prize, Mo Ziyuan was overjoyed, although there were some small twists and turns in the middle, but three poems were exchanged for so much gold, it is really unimaginable.

Immediately rewarded Lan Yang with ten taels of gold, and said, "Come on, I will pay you back in multiples!" Lan Yang was slightly taken aback, scratching her hair in embarrassment, which was too much.

Except for Qing Ruo's debt repayment and a little contingency for himself, the rest was all saved in the bank. I didn't expect that the first pot of gold in life came to Gu Gu.

The poetry meeting ended, the crowd dispersed, and many literati still wanted to get to know the leader of the poetry meeting, but they looked around, and there was no shadow of Mr. Jay Chou.

"Seventh brother, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to participate in this palace's poetry meeting!" The first judge cupped his hands to thank Prince Rui.

Prince Rui put down the teacup, got up from the grand master's chair, and said with a smile: "My brother, it's an honor!"

"See Your Highness the Crown Prince!" The Twelfth Prince smiled slightly and bowed down.

The prince coughed lightly, sighed and said: "Twelve younger brothers, among these brothers, you are the closest to the seventh brother. If you have nothing to do, you can learn to help the seventh brother take care of political affairs and solve problems for the palace! Don't make a fool of yourself. I miss the place of fireworks every day!"

The Twelfth Prince raised his eyebrows and said, "The Crown Prince knows that my ministers have headaches when they see those political affairs. With you and Seventh Brother here in Daxia, Father and Emperor can rest easy!"

The prince shook his head lightly, with a smile on his face and said: "You, it seems that it's time for the father to find you a concubine, so that you can take care of yourself!"

(End of this chapter)