I became the son of Renzong

"Pen and ink wait!"

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

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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.

Chapter 26 Tongying Banquet ([-])

Zhao Xi was not his father, he slapped the left cheek and then sent the right cheek.He always hit me on the left cheek, and I kicked you directly in the balls!

Therefore, Jia Changchao is in pain now.

The verse just now reflects King Pu and has nothing to do with him, but this verse... simply means that he doesn't know right from wrong, and doesn't know the emperor's grace.

"Sun Mingfu..."

He wanted to reprimand Sun Fu, but he didn't know where to start and why.For Zhao Xi, let alone a prince, even if he is not a prince, Jia Changchao can't care about a three-year-old child.

"Jia Xiang, this poem by disciple Mingfu is only about the whole season of Peony..."

Fu Bi didn't wait for Sun Fu to reply, and directly answered the question.

The meaning is very clear, this poem is just talking about peony, if you think too much, that's your business, that's your seat, you can't depend on a three-year-old doll.

"A hundred years of life is fleeting, and this old man has collected this poem."

Fu Bi really convinced his father-in-law... Got it!Since even Yan Shu admired him so much, Jia Changchao wouldn't dare to do it again.

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"Saint, Xi'er is like this, I'm afraid Jia Xiang will hold grudges, it's not right."

Zhao Zhen already knew what his son wrote, and he also understood what the poem referred to.It's just... His temperament does not agree with such a confrontation.

"Officials, I think it's good."

In disputes in the court, the queen is not allowed to intervene, but if it involves the prince, she has the right to speak.

"Here...the inner palace prepares some rewards for Prince Pu's residence and Prime Minister Jia."

well!Hearing what the officials said, the queen could only sigh behind her back.

With such a weak temperament, what can I do?It's impossible to argue, let's go.I just hope that Xi'er can make the royal family straighten up.

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"The only thing left is to fight against. In view of the limitations of children's fights, this game should be done by the teacher and the disciples. You can make a fight, you can fight, you can designate a fight, etc. Since it is a feast, it should be mainly for fun."

"At this banquet, Ming Fu and his disciples are the only ones to lead the show. I hope that he will continue to work hard and take the lead with his extraordinary talents. No one can match him."

Fuck you!Hearing Jia Chang's call to Bai, Zhao Xi knew that the grandson was seeking hatred for them.

Since ancient times, literati have been neglected. Although Sun Fu also has some reputation among scholars, he only recommended talents, but now he has wiped out a group of famous Donghuamen. Who can be convinced?

Prince E and the others didn't dare to go too far, but now that the master and the apprentice are both responding, there is really no need to be polite.