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Chapter 174 Congratulations
The princes stood up and took turns saying congratulatory words.

When it was the prince's turn, he deliberately slowed down by half a beat before standing up.

The atmosphere suddenly dropped.

As if he didn't notice it, he said slowly: "Congratulations to Emperor Xiang. Everyone has said the same about the congratulations. When you come to me, I wish this child can be literate and martial, and that he can read poetry and books. Don't be good at it." campaign."

As soon as the words came out, the faces of the others changed.

Everyone can hear the implication.

What seems like a blessing is actually ironic.

The faces of Xiang Kunlun's four wives did not change much, because these people didn't know, but they knew a lot.

On weekdays, Xiang Kunlun would chat with them, and during the conversation, he would say a lot of poems and songs.

The four women are all talented women. Whenever they compete with Xiang Kunlun in poetry, they will always be defeated.

They were unconvinced and fought and failed repeatedly.

In the end, I had to admire Xiang Kunlun and asked him why he wrote so many lines.

Xiang Kunlun smiled mysteriously: "Actually, I also borrowed from others, not all of my own, so I can apply what I have learned."

In any case, he also had nine years of compulsory education. Those Tang poems and Song Ci poems, unlike geography, were not returned to the Chinese teacher.

Now that he heard what the prince said, Xiang Kunlun stood up calmly.

He was too lazy to talk to such a person, and asked directly: "Oh? You mean, you are saying that I am just a common man who can fight, rude and savage, and don't understand anything else?"

The prince didn't admit it or deny it, he just smiled and said nothing.

Others secretly thought, isn't this courting death?

They all waited for the next second, and Xiang Kunlun was furious, and directly pulled the man out and chopped him up.

Unexpectedly, instead of being angry, Xiang Kunlun walked directly in front of him.

"Since you said that I have no culture, do you dare to compare with me?"

Everyone was stunned. What kind of trouble is the emperor going to make?
In front of so many people, the princes certainly couldn't give in.

He agreed on the spot: "Bi. What if the emperor loses?"

"Then it's like declaring to the whole world that I'm an uneducated man who only knows how to fight recklessly."

The people next to him hurried forward to persuade him.

"Your Majesty, this man obviously drank too much and all he said was drunk. Your Majesty can't argue with him."

Xiang Kunlun raised a hand and stopped what he was about to say.

"What if you lose?"

The princes froze for a moment, not considering the possibility of losing at all.

He laughed three times: "If I lose, I will let the emperor do whatever he wants."

After finishing speaking, he made a bow and said, "Please also invite the emperor to come first."

Xiang Kunlun looked down at the wine in the glass, and thought for a while: "Since this is the case, how about using wine to make a proposition?"

The princes agreed.

Xiang Kunlun searched quickly in his brain, and soon found a bunch of poems about wine.

"Ji Huai Yi is strong and thinking about flying, and wants to go up to the blue sky and embrace the bright moon. With a knife, the water will flow more, and a toast will relieve the sorrow and sorrow."

Everyone's mouths were opened into an "o" shape, and the provocative prince almost dropped his jaw in fright.

He couldn't believe it at all, such words came from Xiang Kunlun's mouth.

"How, how is this possible?"

He muttered to himself: "Raise a glass to relieve your sorrows, and your sorrows will be even more sorrowful."

A few short sentences, carefully tasted, unexpectedly have this indescribable charm and artistic conception.

Xiang Kunlun said leisurely: "Now, it's your turn."

The prince's cold sweat came down at that time. He was not without words in his mind, but no matter which sentence he took out, it paled in comparison with Xiang Kunlun's.

He stammered and picked the best one: "Watching the moon and drinking wine, talking happily with the wine. Lovesickness is like wine overflowing."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard disdainful laughter from the people around him.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, but he still couldn't believe that Xiang Kunlun could say such a good poem.

"Your Majesty, why don't we use flowers as the theme again."

Xiang Kunlun didn't mind at all, saying that he was willing to come as many times as he wanted, whether it was two wins in three games or three wins in five games, he would accompany him to the end.

When the princes saw Xiang Kunlun being so confident, they felt more and more guilty.

"You go first this time."

The princes made up their minds: "Flowers are like beauties. When you look at them, you are very excited. When you hear them, you are happy to go."

It is more flattering to compare flowers to beauties.

The princes thought to themselves, if you collide with me, I will still be slightly better.

What else can flowers be likened to? It depends on how you say it.

It didn't take Xiang Kunlun long to think, and he just blurted out: "The north wind blows the ground and the white grass breaks, and Hu Tian blows snow in August. Suddenly, like a spring breeze overnight, thousands of trees and pear trees bloom."

I don't know how long it was silent, someone first shouted: "Wonderful! Comparing snowflakes to pear blossoms, such an artistic conception! Wonderful!"

The prince's legs softened and he sat on the ground, knowing that he was completely defeated.

Xiang Kunlun sat on the dragon chair and looked down at him.

"I can say a lot of poems about flowers casually. Would you like to listen to them again?"

"There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the spring river plumbing duck."

"The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers in the sun are different."

The princes could not speak a word.

Sun Shangxiang and the others took the lead in applauding. They were not surprised that Xiang Kunlun won, it was already expected.

Xiang Kunlun felt secretly refreshed. Sure enough, being able to slap someone in the face is a super cool thing.

He didn't forget the bet the two had made before.

"Now that you have lost, how do you want me to punish you?"

The princes knelt on the ground tremblingly, trembling all over, waiting for Xiang Kunlun to pronounce his sentence.

Xiang Kunlun smiled and asked Zhen Jiang next to him: "Jiang'er, tell me."

Zhen Jiang thought for a while: "Just so, someone came to tell me two days ago that there are more and more chickens and ducks in the farm, and it is almost impossible to manage."

"Then, why don't you let him help, just a month or two."

Xiang Kunlun nodded with a smile, this method is really good.

"I decided to send you to help the farm, what do you think?"

Where did the princes dare to say the word "no", even though they felt humiliated in their hearts, they could only nod their heads in agreement.

Next, Xiang Kunlun and others continued to sing and dance to celebrate the little prince's hundred days.

Cai Wenji quietly walked to Xiang Kunlun's side: "Husband, if Wenji hadn't heard it with her own ears, I really couldn't believe how powerful my husband is."

She was the last to arrive and didn't often listen to Xiang Kunlun reciting poems and writing poems. She only heard Xiang Kunlun reciting poetry once in a while and thought she had received Zhuge Liang's guidance.

Today, it was an eye-opener for her.

"Wen Ji really admires your husband."

Xiang Kunlun smiled and said nothing, if you have memorized a lot of Tang poetry and Song Ci, you can open your mouth and come here.

(End of this chapter)