Outside the city gate of Xianyang.
All the officials were stunned, staring blankly at Ying Zheng and Ying Ziqiu leaving in the royal carriage.
He was unable to regain his senses for a long time!
The king's carriage was a symbol of royal authority. Only the king could enter!
but...
Ying Zheng had indeed personally pulled Ying Ziqiu onto the royal carriage in front of all the officials!
What did this mean?
This meant that the King of Qin, Ying Zheng, loved his son Ying Ziqiu to the extreme, and had subconsciously regarded him as the next king of the Qin State!
Now that Ying Zheng was in his prime, he had not considered appointing a crown prince yet.
but...
Once Ying Zheng had the idea of naming a new crown prince in the future, Ying Ziqiu would definitely be the first one to be considered!
Chunyu Yue, Zhao Gao, Li Si, Wang Wan, Feng Quji, and all the other officials felt a sense of urgency.
Ying Ziqiu was the most favored among all the young masters.
If they did not take action, the throne might very well be lost to the person they supported.
At that time, all his efforts would be in vain!
Ying Ziqiu did not know what the civil and military officials were thinking. He was led by Ying Zheng all the way to Xianyang Palace, where a sumptuous feast of wine and food was prepared.
The civil and military officials also arrived.
This was a celebratory banquet specially organized for Ying Ziqiu.
Everyone sat down, and their gazes were all focused on Ying Ziqiu. There was fear, admiration, fear, and many other emotions.
Without a doubt, Ying Ziqiu was the absolute star of this celebration banquet!
"Everyone, Zi Qiu has returned with a great victory. He destroyed Yan, Zhao, and Xiongnu!”
"Let Great Qin take over half of the country!”
"Let us raise our glasses to celebrate such an unparalleled achievement!!”
"Congratulations on your triumphant return, Ziqiu!"
Ying Zheng stood up, raised the bronze wine cup and raised it high in Ying Ziqiu's direction.
Seeing that Ying Zheng had stood up, the civil and military officials all stood up, regardless of whether they wanted to or not.
"Congratulations on your triumphant return, Second Prince!"
Ying Ziqiu stood up and raised his glass in response to Ying Zheng and the other officials 'congratulations.
"Thank you so much!"
He was neither arrogant nor impatient, calm and collected.
This attitude made Ying Zheng and the other ministers think highly of Ying Ziqiu.
They thought that Ying Ziqiu would be a little arrogant and unreasonable after achieving such a peerless feat.
But they were wrong!
Ying Ziqiu's expression was abnormally calm, as if he had done something insignificant. There wasn't the slightest bit of pride or complacency on his face.
When Zhao Gao, Chunyu Yue, Feng Quji, and the others saw Ying Ziqiu's appearance, their hearts trembled slightly, and they became even more wary of Ying Ziqiu.
Happy behavior does not show anger!
This meant that he was shrewd, and no one could guess what he was thinking.
He was so powerful!
He was so scheming that it would be harder than ascending to the heavens to snatch the throne from him!
"Your Majesty, congratulations on the Second Prince's triumphant return.”
"Why don't we let everyone liven things up with poetry?”
Chunyu Yue rolled his eyes and stood up to give Ying Zheng a suggestion.
Now that Ying Ziqiu had achieved unparalleled feats and returned victorious, his prestige was like the sun at noon, gathering the gazes of all the ministers.
In comparison.
Young Master Fu Su appeared dull and dull.
Chunyu Qiong wanted to find a chance to show Young Master Fusu his face and win Ying Zheng's attention!
And poetry was a very good method.
In his opinion, Young Master Fu Su had been educated in Confucianism since he was young, and he was proficient in all kinds of poetry and songs. He would definitely be able to crush Ying Ziqiu!
"Good!"
"That's a good suggestion!"
"Who wants to go first?"
Ying Zheng was very satisfied with Chunyu Yue's suggestion, and asked the ministers with a laugh.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, since this old minister proposed it, let this old minister throw out a brick to attract jade.”Chunyu Yue volunteered.
Ying Zheng nodded in agreement.
Chunyu Yue picked up his wine glass and began to think. About fifteen minutes later.
"The rooster crows, and the court is full. The rooster crows and the fly flies fly."
“......”
"Worm flies die, willing to dream with you. I'll go home for the time being, and I won't hate you."
It had to be said that as Fu Su's teacher and the representative of the Great Qin's Confucian officials, Chunyu Yue was quite capable.
In just 15 minutes, he had composed a pretty good poem.
With the rooster crowing as the title, the scene of the morning court was depicted, praising the hard work of Ying Zheng and the ministers.
"Minister Chunyu, your literary talent is outstanding."
"This poem is not bad."
Ying Zheng praised Chunyu Yue with a smile on his face. He was in a good mood. Who didn't like being flattered?
"Your Majesty, you praise me too much!"
"This lowly official's talent is not worth mentioning. The First Prince has surpassed his master, and I believe that he will definitely be able to write better poems than this old official.”
Chunyu Yue said modestly, drawing Fu Su out and attracting Ying Zheng's attention.
He was using himself as a green leaf to set off Fu Su.
It could be said that he had put in a lot of effort.
"Oh?"
"Then I want to hear it."
Hearing Chunyu Yue's words, Ying Zheng's interest was immediately piqued, and he looked at Fu Su.
The meaning was obvious.
He wanted him to write a poem to see if Chunyu Yue was telling the truth?
He had succeeded!
Ying Zheng's action made Chunyu Yue secretly happy. As long as Young Master Fusu could compose a good poem, he would be able to attract the King's attention and raise his position in the King's heart!
"Then, I'll embarrass myself."
Fu Su understood what Ying Zheng meant. He stood up from his seat, holding a wine cup in one hand and the other hand behind his back. He began to pace and think.
Everyone's gaze gathered on Fu Su.
He was looking forward to his poems.
Ten minutes later, Fu Su's eyes lit up as he spoke slowly.
"The crane cries in the nine hills, and its voice is heard in the wild. The fish lurked in the deep water, or in the rocks of other mountains on the island, which could be used as a trap.”
"The crane cries in the nine hills, and its voice is heard in the sky. Fish in the island, or hidden deep in the mountains of the stone, can be used to attack jade.”
When Chunyu Yue heard Fu Su's poem, his face immediately revealed an excited expression.
It was too wonderful!
This poem was simply too wonderful!
It was on a much higher level than the poem he had just composed!
It contained a rich philosophy and would definitely attract the king's attention!
"Wonderful! Wonderful!"
"The First Prince is truly talented!"
"Yes! That's right!"
"To be able to write such a philosophical poem in less than a quarter of an hour is truly unparalleled.”
The ministers 'praises rang out in the hall.
To be able to sit in the Imperial Court, they were naturally well-read people who could appreciate the meaning of Fusu's poems.
To be able to produce such a high-quality poem in such a short period of time, it could definitely be said to be peerless!
"Not bad! Not bad!"
"What Minister Chunyu said is true. Fusu's talent has indeed surpassed his master!”
Ying Zheng looked at Fu Su with admiration.
Whoosh!
Finally, Young Master Fu Su was able to show off in front of the king.
Chunyu Yue heaved a sigh of relief and secretly rejoiced.
Next, he only needed to lower the Second Prince's impression in the king's heart.
Chunyu Yue glanced at Ying Ziqiu, then said to Ying Zheng,""Your Majesty, I heard that the Second Prince is also talented. Why don't you write a poem for the Second Prince?”
He believed that Ying Ziqiu would never be able to produce a poem that surpassed Fu Su's.
As a result, the Second Prince's status in the King's heart would definitely drop a little.
At this moment.
Some of the ministers saw some clues. How was this using poetry to liven things up?
He clearly wanted the First Prince to step on the Second Prince and make a name for himself!
One had read poetry and books since childhood, while the other had been obsessed with martial arts since childhood. The quality of the poems written by the two was obvious!
It had to be said.
Chunyu Yue's move was quite beautiful. It put Ying Ziqiu in a dilemma.
If he wrote poems, he would be crushed by Young Master Fusu.
If he didn't write poems, he would be looked down upon by the officials and mocked in secret. He might even lose the king's favor.
The gazes of all the officials turned to Ying Ziqiu, wanting to see how he planned to deal with this.
Facing the gazes of all the officials, Ying Ziqiu gently lifted his wine cup and swayed it before downing it in one gulp.
He seemed to feel uncomfortable drinking from a cup.
Ying Ziqiu directly picked up the wine jug, threw the lid away, and directly poured it into his mouth!
The wine spilled out of his mouth and onto the ground!
This posture made him look a little more wild!
He looked at Chunyu Yue and sneered.
Haha!
Old thief!
Of all the things you can use to suppress me, you have to use poetry!？
Today, I'll let you know what it means to steal a chicken but fail and lose the rice. You'll shoot yourself in the foot!
Chunyu Yue looked at the mocking smile on Ying Ziqiu's face and an ominous feeling rose in his heart.
No!
Impossible!
The Second Prince had been obsessed with martial arts since he was young and had not read much. It was absolutely impossible for him to write poems that were more outstanding than Young Master Fu Su!
Chun Yuyue kept comforting himself.
Bang!
After finishing the last mouthful of wine in the pot, Ying Ziqiu suddenly threw the pot of wine at Chunyu Yue's feet, giving him a fright.
Just as he was about to reprimand her, Ying Ziqiu suddenly spoke.
"Don't you see that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and flows into the sea without returning?”
"Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall grieves for the white hair, like the black hair in the morning and the snow in the evening!”
Hiss--
As soon as these two lines appeared, Ying Zheng, Chunyu Yue, Fu Su, and all the other ministers present all sucked in a breath of cold air, feeling their scalps go numb!
Heroic!
Majestic!
Magnificent!
Just two sentences!
Everyone felt a magnificent aura coming at them!
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