Don't be a prince

After the cheers were over, he bowed and saluted with sincerity: "His Royal Highness is really powerful, and Wang Qiao admires it. Today, I know that there are people beyond people, and mountains beyond mountains. Putting aside his standpoint, Wang Qiao hopes to have a relationship with the prince in the future." This is an opportunity for His Highness to compete."

Li Chengqian was not arrogant, but nodded and said: "I'm waiting for you alone."

After finishing speaking, the two saluted each other again before Wang Qiao left the field. Instead of going back to the Wang family's team, she left directly through the imperial army.

No one ridiculed, only regret, Wang Qiao is definitely a talent, but today he met the crown prince, Kunpeng is also a failure.

After winning a game, Li Chengqian was not arrogant, but smiled and said to the audience: "Is there anyone to give me advice?"

Enlightenment?

If it is said that the families who came with the confidence to win before, they don't know what to do now.It's just that they wanted to break their heads and couldn't understand, how did the prince reach such a level at the age of 11?

No one answered, so Li Chengqian asked again.

"Your Highness, the old man accepts the challenge, and I hope His Highness will give you some advice."

It's not going to work like this. In the group of seats, an old man with white hair finally couldn't help but stand up.

Poetry, song and Fu, that is, four items. If you are only suppressed in poetry, it is equivalent to giving the crown prince victory for nothing.

Seeing a white-haired old man standing up, although Li Chengqian secretly scolded the old man for bullying the young, he still got off the stage and personally helped the old man on the stage.This has nothing to do with position. If he is rude to the old man, it is not a question of talent or learning, but a question of filial piety.

After helping the old man to sit on the chair, Li Chengqian went back and sat down on the opposite side.

Arching his hands, the old man said: "This old man is not a servant, but the elder of the Qinghe Cui family, Cui Mengxing, who was disrespectful to the juniors in his family and rude to His Royal Highness, I will apologize here first."

Seeing the old man cupping his hands, Li Chengqian waved his hands again and again: "If you can't do it, you can't do it. Cui Ba is his own fault. How can I make you apologize. Old man, you and I should hurry up. I don't know, you plan to compete with the kid Which one?"

Cui Mengxing said without hesitation: "It's still poetry, but this time the old man wants to change it. You and I don't read it, but write it on paper. How about it?"

how?Could it be that your old man really knows how to play?

But looking at the small farmer who was in charge of the lottery, and seeing how weak his legs were under the watchful eyes of several sergeants, Li Chengqian still agreed.

Soon, a new topic was drawn out.

"Grass".

Seeing this topic, Cui Mengxing was also stunned. I have written a lot of poems in my life, so it's okay to mention it occasionally. How can there be someone who writes cursive?What's more, even if it is writing cursive, to put it a bit far-fetched, the poem before the prince can be regarded as chanting cursive.Well, although it is grassland.

The old man doesn't have the confidence to write super-first-class poems!

Seemingly seeing Cui Mengxing's fear, Li Chengqian said: "Mr. Cui, the poem just now doesn't count. How about you and I write another one?"

Cui Mengxing nodded, picked up the inkstone and began to grind ink.

Each of the two eunuchs held a blank sheet of paper, and after showing it, they put it in front of them.Seeing the eunuch's actions, the patriarchs of several aristocratic families couldn't help but feel burned.

The prince, or the college, or the royal family, acted like this, which seemed to be upright, but at the same time, they put a "suspicious" hat on their heads.

Whether it was Cui Mengxing or Li Chengqian, they almost all thought for a while before officially writing.

When the hair on the pen tip touched the paper with ink, Li Chengqian thought for no reason:

Fortunately, I have also contacted calligraphy before, otherwise, wouldn't it be shameful to write a piece of calligraphy like a dog crawling?

In an environment where everyone was silent, Cui Mengxing quickly wrote his own poem.But when he looked up, he realized that the prince was still writing!

No!Again?

Cui Mengxing originally thought that the prince would be four sentences and five words this time, at most four sentences and seven words, but...

Another long strip!Although it's one sentence in a row, it's still eight sentences!

After finishing writing, seeing the old man staring at him dumbfounded, Li Chengqian couldn't help saying with a little shame like a child: "Why do you look at the lonely paper like this, sir? But the lonely words are unsightly?"

Now there is no need to compare, Cui Mengxing got up straight away, walked to the Prince's side to have a look without showing any signs of oldness.

Everyone in the venue couldn't help discussing again, the old Cui clan, how could he be a well-raised figure, why was he so surprised?

Li Changxiao, head of the Li family in Longxi, couldn't help but patted the young clansman standing beside him, and asked, "Can you see what's written on the paper?"

He brought this clansman here on purpose because this clansman has a special talent. Although he can't see things close up clearly, he can see farther than ordinary people.

The farsighted man looked over, but shook his head.He is farsighted but not clairvoyant, now Cui Mengxing is shaking like chaff with the poem written by the prince, how can he see it?

Seeing Cui Mengxing lose his composure, especially since this one is a member of the Cui family who has a criminal record, several guards couldn't help but unsheathed their horizontal knives a little and approached the prince.

After a long time, Cui Mengxing let out a long sigh, and said the voice that everyone expected but was unwilling to accept: "The old man admits defeat. As for the old man's tattered poems, it is better not to show yourself. Boy, seeing you today, The old man only knew that the salt rice for more than 80 years, the old man ate it into the dog's stomach, hahahaha!"

Laughing wildly, Cui Mengxing put down Li Chengqian's poem, returned to his seat, stuffed his own paper into his mouth, and chewed as he stepped off the stage.He refused the prince who came to help him, and passed out as soon as he got to the stage.

Seeing a well-educated old man being beaten to pieces, many old acquaintances couldn't help feeling sorry for him.They are all old friends, what kind of blow must this be to force a person who is open-minded by nature into such a situation?

But seeing the prince's young face in a blink of an eye, they fell silent again.

Anyone who finds out that they have lived in vain all these years will be deeply shocked.

Under the emperor's order, an eunuch picked up the prince's poem and read: "Li Liyuan is on the grass, one year old and one dry and prosperous. The wild fire is endless, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates. The dry fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the barren city. And send the soldiers away, full of love."

After reading, the eunuch unfolded the blank paper and showed it to people nearby.

As before, no one knew what to say.

Five words and eight sentences, and eight sentences.However, even if there are no last four sentences, I am afraid that I will remain invincible!

Wild fire, in spring.Although compared with the following four sentences, it can be found that this poem describes Turkic people like weeds.However, everyone would rather believe that the last four sentences were purely made up by the prince at will.For this poem, the first four sentences are enough!

Li Chengqian didn't know what these people were thinking in their hearts, otherwise they would definitely be rolling on the ring with laughter.No, I just changed Bai Juyi's poem, how can it still be misinterpreted by you to such an extent?

Li Chengqian, who has no so-called old friends, had no choice but to change "Wang Sun" to "Soldier" in order not to reveal his secrets, and "Ye Fang" was also changed to "Ku Fang" according to the occasion.At this time, he kept apologizing to Old Brother Bai, no, grandson Bai in his heart.If this person does not come to Chang'an in the future, and makes up the original version without hearing this poem, I wonder if he will be accused of infringement instead?

After another long time, the sound of applause and applause resounded.Although many people are still unwilling to shoot, they have to be impressed by the prince's talent.The two poems are classics, even after such a long time, they are still catchy in retrospect, and they can definitely be called classic poems.

Facing even more enthusiastic applause, Li Chengqian showed a slightly shy smile just right, and bowed his hands in return.

At the judges' table, which has become a spectator, more than a dozen great scholars and the emperor looked at each other in blank dismay.What else to comment on!The former one was directly crushed, and although the latter one was not seen by Cui Laoer, it was still a complete victory after all.Not to mention the competition, there is no one who can stand against the crown prince!

Li Shimin smiled, poured a cup of tea for Li Gang himself, and took the opportunity to inquire: "Master Li, the prince's poems were written by you, right?"

The emperor's voice was very low, but a few great scholars from outside still heard it, no, they didn't hear anything.

Although pretending to be deaf, they still couldn't help but want to know the answer from Li Gang.

Just like Cui Mengxing, if it was written by Li Gang, they would feel better. If it was written by the prince, they would burn their bullshit poetry collection after returning home. It's just a game poem written by myself casually.

However, Li Gang is destined to break their hopes: "Reporting to Your Majesty, this old man will never do such a careless thing, even for the sake of the academy. A few days ago, the crown prince once said that he wrote poems and songs to Xiao Daoer, and this old man also thought he was bragging. I actually saw my disciple slap me in the face."

Hearing what Li Gang said, several old people immediately began to recall who they had given their poetry collections to.

After the applause ended, Li Chengqian asked again with a smile: "Is there any other gentleman on stage to teach you?"

The words were respectful, but in the ears of everyone in the audience at this moment, it sounded like a deafening warning.

Your Majesty enlighten me?It would be nice not to be taught by you!

Several old Patriarchs looked at each other and nodded.

Passed!As far as poetry is concerned, it is nothing more than self-inflicted humiliation.

Pushed by Lu Zi'an, the Patriarch of the Lu family, a young man from the Lu family rushed forward a few steps.Noticing the eyes gathered around him, the originally calm person turned into a big red face and limped a little onto the stage.

"His Royal Highness, the grassroots Lu's family, Lu Shuiwen, I admire poems, but the grassroots are also proficient in words, so I ask His Royal Highness to enlighten me."

Li Chengqian nodded, and ordered the sergeant to let the skinny monkey-like farmer draw lots.

Li Shimin, who had already turned into the commentary seat, unfolded the note and laughed loudly: "Army!"

"Army?"

Seeing this topic, the expressions of several old Patriarchs changed.It's over, how should Lu Shui deal with this question, a child of a noble family who has never been in battle?

As expected of a young man who has been placed in high hopes by several old patriarchs, Lu Shuifu just panicked for a moment, then cupped his hands and said: "Your Highness, the grassroots have never been in the army, nor have they seen the flames of war, but they can't do this." But let the grass-roots directly admit defeat, but the grass-roots are not convinced, how about His Royal Highness write a poem to open the eyes of the grass-roots?"

Dozens of thumbs stood up for Lu Shuiqu in the hearts of some people in the audience.

Words are just emerging, and I have never heard of anyone who can create words that move people's hearts.In comparison, even the prince can't write it.If the crown prince can't write it, or write it in a general way, then Lu Shuigun has a reason to fight another round.

Seeing this topic, Li Chengqian was also a little dazed.No, isn't this piece of paper already discarded by me?

After looking through the military poems and words I knew, I found that many of them did not match my identity.So I crumpled the paper up...

Young life!Forget, for the hit rate, prepare two sheets for each sheet!

Glaring fiercely at the skinny monkey farmer who drew lots, that is, the sky-swapping monkey, Li Chengqian could only bite the bullet and say, "If I'm in the state of being alone, I'm afraid I can't make any good words. An old soldier with a good temperament can write a poem on him."

After pondering for a moment, Li Chengqian opened his mouth and said: "The old man is talking about being a teenager, straddling the sword to the left, and serving the emperor, with a bright spear and a dark armor, and a thousand horses rolling around Hiraoka. In order to repay the emperor's favor, he followed the general manager and went to battle in person. He was crazy about blood. The courage is still open, and the temples are slightly frosty, so why not! Sitting in the camp, when will I send Shuofang? I will draw the eagle bow like a full moon, look northeast, and shoot Sirius."

Suppressing discomfort, I changed Su Shi’s words appropriately, especially the northeast one. East Turkic is in the northeast of Tang Dynasty. If you look northwest, it is West Turkic.

When the ending sound of "Wolf" disappeared, there was a sound of the table exploding, and everyone was so shocked that they couldn't help but look at the judges' seat.I saw that the emperor at this time slapped the table in front of him with a slap.

But what was even more surprising was that it wasn't just the emperor who lost his composure, the generals stood up one after another and slapped the back of the chair.A few idiots used the wrong force, and their hands were scratched by wood chips, but they didn't realize it.

"It's a good one to repay the emperor's favor with the general manager, and it doesn't matter if it's a good one with a little frost on the temples! It's a good one to look northeast and shoot Sirius! Prince, who is this mansion soldier? Ambitious government soldiers are older than Weimo!"

"Your Majesty Shengming!"

For this sentence, several military generals who almost never flattered, followed the civil servants and stood up to praise the emperor.

Excited!Why can my Great Tang do what I can't do, still in the grasslands and Turkic territory in the extremely cold weather, and directly destroy the Eastern Turks?Naturally, it is because there are many people with high ambitions in the army!

At this moment, even the civil servants couldn't help their blood boiling. Even if they clashed with the military generals group again, they couldn't let these famous lines be stained with dust.

Under the gaze of a lot of red eyes, Li Chengqian couldn't help trembling, sighed and said to the emperor: "It's so dangerous on the battlefield, even my son's hands were frostbitten, so I drove to Mayi." On the way, he almost died at the hands of Turkic people. This old soldier had already died in the wounded barracks. My ministers asked around, but no one knew his name or where he lived. "First...

Although the story is made up, there are not one or two people who have no names and surnames and do not know their hometowns.The statistics of the casualties of many government soldiers are not on the battlefield, but in Zhechong Mansion.As long as they went out and didn't come back, as long as they weren't deserters, they basically died.Therefore, it is useless to fight with a few brothers in the army, even if it is useless on the battlefield, it is also useful for the affairs behind.

Hearing this sentence, Li Shimin was not angry, but sighed and sat back down again.

This is the Fubing system, or a problem that cannot be solved in the army for thousands of years.Before the war, the generals, Sima and others can't keep counting the names and origins of the soldiers under their command!The poor bones beside the Wuding River are still the people in the spring girl's dream.On the continuous battlefield for thousands of years, many generals can leave a mark in the history books with the news of their own deaths. Only these small soldiers often remain silent.

Thinking of the dog tags of the old American army, Li Chengqian suddenly had a whim, could he also arrange for Datang's army?At that time, if you want to know the name and place of origin of a person, you only need to look at the nameplate.

Gu is indeed a genius!

I couldn't help laughing out loud, under the watchful eyes of all the red-eyed generals, including the emperor, this smile, this laughter...

Sensing a certain sharp gaze, Li Chengqian hurriedly said: "Father, regarding this matter, I have just come up with an idea, so I am overjoyed. As for how to implement it, I will make a special memorial at that time." , send it to your case, what do you think?"

"Can it be solved?"

Although he didn't quite believe it, but in front of others, Li Shimin was still willing to save some face for his son, so he nodded immediately and didn't say anything more.

After the crisis was resolved, did Li Chengqian look at Lu Shui?Oh, Lu Shuigo!

But when he looked to his right side, he realized that it was empty, where is there any Lu Shuigun?

A perimeter defense sergeant with the same red eyes saw that the prince was looking for his opponent, and immediately said loudly: "Your Highness, when your majesty and the generals stood up, that man ran away, and he covered his face when he ran. For what."

for what?Because I was hit too hard!

The old patriarchs couldn't say anything, it was just a poem, and many generals and emperors couldn't help but lose their composure. It can be seen that it really wrote about the root of the army and the soul of a soldier.Such words, huh, huh, huh!Passed!

Chapter 2: A World Without Thieves!

Should have known!Poetry is not divided into families, and the prince who can write such lines will never miscalculate in terms of words.Although words have just emerged, but this thing is either talented, or often written, and you will write good words if you get used to it.Obviously, it is impossible for the prince to practice hard, so he can only be talented.

The expression on the face of the Patriarch of the Lu family was extremely exciting. He never thought that his own Lu Shuifu would fail. He is already the most outstanding young man in the Lu family!

He couldn't help looking at his ancestor, and what made Lu Zi'an blush was that his ancestor turned his head to one side, making up his mind not to join the war.Cui Mengxing's tragic situation just now is vivid in his memory, he doesn't want to lose his old face on the ring.Mobile terminal../

Most of the ancestors of each family have this expression, so that the heads of each family can't help feeling melancholy.If I had known that the academy would put up the ring with great fanfare, I must have been prepared.What's more, today the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty, and famous families from all over the world are gathered here. If the prince kills him all by himself, doesn't it mean that there is no one in my wealthy family?

Forget about poetry!Words, forget it!The remaining two items of "song" and "fu" must not go wrong again!

Wang Ying, Patriarch of the Wang Clan in Taiyuan, couldn't help being extremely annoyed when he saw that several patriarchs were looking at him.There is no way, I shrink back at this time, let alone everyone, my own people will look down on me.Most of the "Tang Feng" and "Wei Feng" in the earliest collection of poems in the Central Plains "The Book of Songs" are ancient folk songs produced in Shanxi.As an ancient family in Taiyuan, the Wang family will naturally do a lot of research on the poems left by their ancestors.

but....

Wang Ying stood up and said directly to Pei Qian, the Patriarch of the Pei family, "Brother Pei, why don't you and your brother ask His Highness the Crown Prince for advice?"

Pei Qian stood up, although his face was humble and respectful, but in his heart he scolded Wang Ying's fifteenth generation ancestors.Damn it, you can do it by yourself, what are you doing with this old man!There is no glory in winning, and losing, it seems that the two can be shared equally, but it is a double failure!

Seeing that the Patriarch of the Wang Family and the Patriarch of the Pei Family were all on stage, there was a lot of discussion in the audience.

"Older Wang and Older Pei are deceiving people too much! Are the heads of the two families going into battle together to deceive me that there is no one in the court?"

Tang Jian was about to stand up immediately and go on stage to help out.Although he had conflicts with the crown prince regarding the Japanese envoy, it did not prevent him from liking the crown prince, because no matter from which point of view, he was a very qualified heir to the empire!

Today, all the officials are sitting casually, so Fang Xuanling is beside Tang Jian. Seeing that he is about to get up, he hastily stopped him: "What are you going to do? You are not in a hurry without seeing Mr. Li Gang? Everyone who is a master has full confidence in his disciples." Man, what are you doing up here, a foreign minister!"

"Haha, Mr. Fang, Mr. Tang, sit still, why don't we make a fortune? If the crown prince defeats these two old men, how about you two treating all the officials to a banquet?"