After being robbed by the prince of the enemy country

Sun Jie had made a lot of jokes in the past because he wanted to show off in front of Huaizhen. No one in Suizhou knew that the descendants of the governor were desperately trying to become a princess. Everyone in Suizhou knew how much the prince despised this The flower peacock that only jumps around in front of my eyes.

Sun Jie has been shut down by the palace since he can remember, and he thinks he doesn't have such a big face to ask Huai Zhen to give him grace.

It was precisely because he didn't have one that he hated Chu Shao so much!

Seeing that he couldn't get any advantage, he waved his hand, and a man dressed as a scholar came into everyone's sight - this is Zhao Wuzhuan, the talented man raised by the Sun family.

Forming cliques in the court is feared by the current emperor, but if it is to train students to become officials in the court and recruit talents in disguise, the emperor will not have any objections.

Most of the civil servants above the fifth rank in the court will cultivate some potential juniors with foreign surnames at home, and fund them for their studies. If they win the imperial examination in the future, these talents will be his disciples. If there are many disciples, they will naturally have the right to speak in the court can improve.

"Zhao Wuzhuan is the youngest Juren in Suizhou, and he is also the candidate for the number one scholar in Chunwei this year." Sun Jie spoke highly of Zhao Wuzhuan, as if he must be the number one scholar in the future.

Zhao Wuzhuan went forward and bowed to Chu Shao, "I heard that Mr. Chu is very talented in writing, I wonder if I would like to show my face and discuss with you?"

Chu Shao knew that he couldn't evade, so he politely returned a salute: "Mr. Zhao is absurdly praised. Since I have come to Yaji, I am also happy to help everyone."

As long as you don't do anything, Chu Mingzi won't worry.

Inexplicably, she felt that Chu Shao's talent would never be inferior to that of a champion, even though Chu Shao had never demonstrated this ability in front of her.

However, there is a poetic spirit in his belly, some things don't need to be deliberately displayed, and a discerning eye can see it at a glance.

"Then please ask the young master to come up with a question." Zhao Wubo and Sun Jie said.

It seems that the initiative has been handed over to Sun Jie, but no one in Suizhou knows that Sun Jie only has half a barrel of ink in his stomach.

Zhao Wubo had drawn up titles for Sun Jie's poems long before the gathering began.

Sun Jie smirked: "Let's take 'King Yu Breaks Nanqi' as the theme, and write poems for them to be judged by all the talents present. Whoever gets the most votes will win."

As soon as this question came up, everyone in the room murmured in unison: Why is it related to political affairs?

In the previous collections, the topics of the poems were all romantic matters such as flowers, plants and trees, or the love of gifted scholars and beauties. Very rarely, they would involve government affairs.

For no other reason, people gathered here to talk loudly about political affairs. If someone with a heart listened to it, he would have suffered a lot if he read it. Are there still few lessons learned from the literary inquisition of the previous dynasty?

Although "King Yu breaks Nanqi" is a typical topic of praise, it can be seen that Sun Jie deliberately flatters His Royal Highness King Yu, and it is easy to make mistakes.

But it was still inappropriate, very inappropriate. Although they knew it was inappropriate, no one protested.

Chu Mingzi also knew that this might be a trap, but even if Chu Shao said something wrong, Huai Zhen shouldn't be angry.

Zhao Wuzhuan came prepared, and wrote three seven-character poems in one breath, each of which was applauded by the literati present, and Huaizhen was almost touted as the reincarnation of Tianlong between the lines.

"Young Master Chu, it's your turn." Zhao Wubo suddenly added, "I heard that you have been adopted by Qi people since you were six years old. Now seeing Nanqi's death, I must feel very uncomfortable. I asked you to write poems. Singing praises is probably embarrassing you, but since you have returned to Suizhou, I hope you can let go of your nostalgia for the old country and attach yourself to Zhongqin with peace of mind."

Zhao Wuzhuan bowed slightly in front of Chu Shao, but kept his eyes up, looking at Chu Shao.

Chu Shao heard that he was killing three birds with one stone.

First, I remind everyone here that Chu Shao was once a subjugated citizen of Nanqi, and then King Yu should have had revenge for the destruction of the country against Chu Shao, and finally beat Chu Shao to accept his fate and surrender to Zhongqin.

"Young master Zhao must have read all the books into the stomach of a dog." Chu Shao was so disgusted with his pretentious posture on such occasions, the first sentence he spoke smashed Zhao Wuzhuan's flattering face, and he asked back , "How dare you provoke the relationship between the people of Zhongqin and King Yu in public?"

Zhao Wuzhuan was caught off guard: "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

"I'm talking nonsense? Everyone here knows that when I was young, I was abducted to Qizhou and suffered a lot. It was the prince who attacked the city and pulled out the stronghold and rescued me from the sea of ​​suffering. Since I am the blood of the Chu family in Suizhou, I have naturally been a Chinese from the beginning to the end. Qin Min, Zhao Juren vilified the prince's life-saving grace to me as an enmity for the subjugation of the country, isn't this called provocation?!"

Zhao Wuzhuan hurriedly retorted: "You are confusing right and wrong, I have never said that the prince is wrong!"

He originally thought that Chu Shao had just returned to Suizhou as the softest persimmon, and he had to bear it obediently even if he was ridiculed by his own words, but he didn't expect Chu Qingxu to be a person who would immediately slap back ten slaps when he was slapped. I was really caught off guard and lost my grace.

Chu Shao smiled coldly: "Of course you don't dare to say it, but in your heart you have something wrong with the prince, and even with everyone here."

Everyone in the room was in an uproar. Originally, they were watching other people's houses being burned, but now they realized that the fire seemed to be burning on their own heads, and they suddenly became nervous.

Chu Shao turned around and asked the aloof Sun Jie: "Young Master Sun, did you come up with the title of today's poem?"

"...I..." Chu Shao was clearly looking up at him, but Sun Jie felt a sense of fear of being suppressed by him in turn. He had already heard that the words were wrong, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.

Seeing that he was stunned by a single sentence, Chu Shao knew that this person could not be a master, and he didn't have such careful thoughts: "It seems not, you don't have such a brain."

"You!! Chu Qingxu!!" Sun Jie was so angry that he nearly rolled off the rockery.

Chu Mingzi who was sitting by the side couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing.

Chu Shao continued to look at Zhao Wuzhuan, and reasoned: "It should be you who encouraged Sun Jie to come up with this kind of poem topic. What you think is that Young Master Sun has admired the prince for a long time, so this topic must be very popular with him, and you prepared it early. The three good poems are recited in front of everyone, which not only shows off one's talent, but also praises King Yu's achievements invisibly."

"You...you are innocent!! I have never been unfaithful to the prince!"

"You compare the prince to Tianlong in your poems. Tianlong has always been the representative of the emperor. Now Huaizhen is just a prince. You usurp the throne for him in the poem. If I agree with you today, one day these poems will be passed on to the capital and to the world. In the ears of the emperor, how do you let the prince deal with himself?!"

Chu Shao refused to give an inch: "Huaizhen has always been successful, but you, a bastard who has never even been on the battlefield, want to use the achievements of tens of thousands of soldiers to flatter your superiors and add gold to your face. Not hesitating to trap King Yu in an injustice, isn't that flattery!?"

"!!!" Zhao Wuzhuan was speechless.

Chu Shao straightened his sleeves, and said in a deep voice: "Praising and killing the prince, offending Tianwei, is a serious crime to kill the nine clans. Zhao Juren, do you really not know where you are wrong?"

Zhao Wuzhuan's eyes widened, his face suddenly pale, he pointed at Chu Shao, his fingers trembling, and suddenly he raised his head and spit out a big mouthful of blood, he was so frightened that he fainted on the spot.

Chu Shao took the handkerchief that Ming Zi handed over, wiped off the blood splattered on his hand, and shook his head lightly: "This is frightening, what a powerful person I am as the number one scholar."