"Compose a poem for you?" "There are," Zhu Yunhao said, pacing back and forth gently.”
Huang Zicheng's eyes flashed with ridicule. This question was extremely beneficial to him. Because he usually felt good about himself and always wrote poems for himself!
If Zhu Yunhao couldn't do it, then he would mock him.
If he could do it, then he would choose a good song from his previous drafts to defeat him and then mock him!
No matter what, I will win!
If Zhu Yunhao knew about this, he would definitely praise him for improving his IQ. He could not stop taking the medicine.
However, Huang Zicheng never thought that Zhu Yunhao might say that he didn't have a better poem!
"The nine states are angry, relying on wind and thunder to subdue all the horses."”
What was the meaning of this?
To express his grief? I, Corey, am still alive. What am I sad about?
He only heard the last two sentences of Zhu Yunhao,
"I advise Heaven Duke to be more energetic and not stick to one style to subdue talents!"”
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire place fell silent!
Was this poem good? Of course it was good!
It was just too mean!
Corey was still alive, and he was asking the heavens to send a talent down. Wasn't this clearly scolding Corey for not being a talent?
However, Zhu Yunwen had always regarded Huang Zicheng as a confidant and even scolded Zhu Yunwen.
No taste!
"You!!”
He suddenly had the same feeling as Song Yi at that time. His heart was stuffy, and he took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.
Despicable bastard!
How dare he insult him like this? He, Huang Zicheng, was determined to become a famous official like Fan Zhongyan.
This was great. If this poem were to spread, the entire world would know that he was not a talent. At the mention of Corey…
Oh, it's that person who surrendered, right?
The label of a great scholar that he had maintained for more than ten years was instantly replaced by the label of not being a talent.
This was the power of poetry!
But what about him? He was the one who asked Zhu Yunhao to write a poem for him. Now, he had failed to steal a chicken and suffered a loss. He did not even have a place to speak.
Ru Chang walked over shamelessly.""Oh?"
"Your Highness 'poem is wonderful!"
"Huang Zicheng originally had nothing good to say, but His Highness actually used him as a negative representative to write such a poem.”
"This poem of mine only represents Huang Zicheng. If this person is in power, then the heavens must send a talent!"”
"Right now, Imperial Grandfather has many talented people under him, so there's naturally no need to take it seriously.”
Why are you still defending yourself now? It seems that everything is coming for me?
Huang Zicheng could not argue, and Zhu Yunhao's steadiness made him unable to say a word.
Yellow talent…
Yellow talent…
He felt the world spinning in his head.
Yang Jing nodded."Previously, Huang Zicheng was aggressive and His Highness was forced to retaliate.”
"This poem is a work of righteous indignation, so it's understandable that it's only directed at Huang Zicheng.”
Hearing Yang Jing's words, the officials at the side naturally nodded, and the discomfort in their hearts disappeared in an instant.
Zhu Yuanzhang smiled. He understood again.
Why didn't Pin 'er want to expose her power every time? If these words were said by Ru Chang, the others would have the idea of defending themselves, and they would feel even worse.
However, if it was an outsider who had nothing to do with the matter, everyone would target Corey, and the unhappiness would naturally pass.
Song He did not do his job well. Yang Jing had already made his cards clear, yet he still could not tell.
It seemed like…
Other than himself, no one else could tell!
Including Qin Da. He heard that Yun Wen even went to recruit Qin Da. Compared to Pin 'er, his vision was much worse. However, that snobbery was very serious.
"Mr. Huang, I have a third poem for you." Zhu Yunhao continued.”
"Take it as an answer to you.”
Why didn't he say anything when Huang Zicheng asked him about Buddhism? It was because refuting it would only cause more problems.
When would it end?
With Yang Jing by his side, he would definitely not fall into a crisis!
When they finally changed the topic and washed away all their previous bad impressions, Corey's scheme would be exposed!
There was probably only one person who was so meticulous and had such high emotional intelligence.
A steady yuppie!
"Don't talk about destiny when you are comprehending the Dao. Don't take the true scriptures when you are cultivating. One is sad, one is happy, and one is withered.”
"There is no purity in the kasaya, no purity in the world of mortals, and the thousand-year-old bell in the secluded ancient temple.”
"Is this a Buddhist poem?"”
"I heard that Zen Master Hongye wanted the Emperor to worship the clay statue of the golden body, but the Third Imperial Grandson stopped him with the excuse that the Buddha of the present does not worship the Buddha of the past.”
"Isn't this poem expressing this kind of unrestrained personality?”
Yang Jing admired Zhu Yunhao even more. The world is still more than this!
"Did you guys read that this poem is the answer to Huang Zicheng's three questions?'
"Everything is empty. If everything is empty, good is empty, evil is empty. Because it is empty, it is empty. Buddhas and devils are all empty."
"Don't talk about destiny when comprehending the Dao. What one cultivates is the scripture in the heart.”
"When the heart is born, all things are born. When the heart is destroyed, all things are void.”
The officials looked at Yang Jing in admiration."Lord Yang is knowledgeable and talented.”
"No, no, this is all His Highness's answer. I'm just translating it for you.”
"Lust is emptiness, emptiness is lust.”
"The World Honored Rulai once said that all sentient beings have the Dharma-direction of the World Honored Rulai, but it is impossible to achieve it because of delusions.”
"That's why."
Huang Zicheng was flabbergasted."I see ~"
His body trembled, and his legs trembled slightly. So he was waiting for me here! He had thrown my face to the ground, and then he had even casually retaliated with the victory he had obtained earlier.
If it had just started, he could have played chess with Zhu Yunhao using Buddhism, but since he had led the question to poetry, it proved that he had given up on playing chess with Buddhism.
If he said it now, he would not be chasing after the victory, but a dead duck being stubborn!
If they won, they would lose face. If they lost, they would be even more doomed!
Zhu Yunyu!
This slap was so painful!
Huang Zicheng seemed to see all the officials mocking him, and he suddenly stood in the middle of the crowd.
He felt his heart beating violently, then the world spun and he fell to the ground.
"I haven't even drunk yet, why did you drink too much?”
"Isn't his alcohol tolerance a little too bad?”Ru Chang mocked.
Qi Tai felt that something was wrong. He hurriedly left his seat and rushed over. He pinched his philtrum and looked at his pupils.
"Your Majesty, Scholar Huang was so angry that he fainted!”
Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand to have people carry him away. Today, he finally saw how vicious a scholar's mouth could be.
Huang Zicheng ingeniously led Zhu Yunzhao into the game, but he was defeated by a counterattack.
This banquet could also be considered a war without smoke.
"What an eye-opener."
"Who still dares to say that there are no poets in the Ming Dynasty?”
"Ah ~"
"Old Zhu's family was born to rebel. I didn't expect such a talent to appear!”
"Come here ~"
Zhu Yunhao walked up to the high platform. Zhu Yuanzhang grabbed his head a few times, and his hair was scattered and messy.
Then, he quietly touched it and asked,"Have you already written poems for all the officials in advance?"”
"Absolutely not!"
Seeing that Zhu Yuanzhang did not believe him, Zhu Yunhao said,"I can swear to the heavens!"
Did I really guess wrong?
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded.
"You may leave, little one." Before Zhu Yunhao left, she kicked his butt.
He took a wine glass and sat beside Lan Yu.""This is the grandson I'm most satisfied with. It's as if he's carved from the same mold as me.”
"Do things quickly, treat the enemy coldly and cruelly, and never show mercy!”
Lan Yu originally thought that Zhu Yunhao was fine, but after this banquet, he realized that this child was meticulous and ruthless.
He had knocked Huang Zicheng out with just a poem!
Since ancient times, which imperial grandson was so lethal!
It suited his appetite!
"Emperor, the imperial grandson is a gift from the heavens.”
"Hahaha! It doesn't matter if it's a gift or not. I'm proud!”
"Let's drink!"
Zhu Yunhao came to Yang Jing's side and nodded at him silently. Yang Jing secretly raised two fingers in return.
This was Zhu Yunzhen's decision to try not to speak! If others saw this, they would say that they were going to use two fingers to pick up the peanuts!
It was perfect!
How could Zhu Yunhao compose poems for everyone? It was obvious that Zhu Yuanzhang did not understand poetry.
Writing people, freehand style, writing scenes...
He only needed to make some according to the categories and then put them on top.
This was the same as the eight-part essay…
As for Chinese writing, the poem 'Borrowing Heaven for Another 500 Years' written by Zheng Chenggong's descendants would be the same for Emperor Kangxi.
Haha!
(Please give me your free flowers and comments. Thank you, readers.) "Compose a poem for you?" "There are," Zhu Yunhao said, pacing back and forth gently.”
Huang Zicheng's eyes flashed with ridicule. This question was extremely beneficial to him. Because he usually felt good about himself and always wrote poems for himself!
If Zhu Yunhao couldn't do it, then he would mock him.
If he could do it, then he would choose a good song from his previous drafts to defeat him and then mock him!
No matter what, I will win!
If Zhu Yunhao knew about this, he would definitely praise him for improving his IQ. He could not stop taking the medicine.
However, Huang Zicheng never thought that Zhu Yunhao might say that he didn't have a better poem!
"The nine states are angry, relying on wind and thunder to subdue all the horses."”
What was the meaning of this?
To express his grief? I, Corey, am still alive. What am I sad about?
He only heard the last two sentences of Zhu Yunhao,
"I advise Heaven Duke to be more energetic and not stick to one style to subdue talents!"”
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire place fell silent!
Was this poem good? Of course it was good!
It was just too mean!
Corey was still alive, and he was asking the heavens to send a talent down. Wasn't this clearly scolding Corey for not being a talent?
However, Zhu Yunwen had always regarded Huang Zicheng as a confidant and even scolded Zhu Yunwen.
No taste!
"You!!”
He suddenly had the same feeling as Song Yi at that time. His heart was stuffy, and he took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.
Despicable bastard!
How dare he insult him like this? He, Huang Zicheng, was determined to become a famous official like Fan Zhongyan.
This was great. If this poem were to spread, the entire world would know that he was not a talent. At the mention of Corey…
Oh, it's that person who surrendered, right?
The label of a great scholar that he had maintained for more than ten years was instantly replaced by the label of not being a talent.
This was the power of poetry!
But what about him? He was the one who asked Zhu Yunhao to write a poem for him. Now, he had failed to steal a chicken and suffered a loss. He did not even have a place to speak.
Ru Chang walked over shamelessly.""Oh?"
"Your Highness 'poem is wonderful!"
"Huang Zicheng originally had nothing good to say, but His Highness actually used him as a negative representative to write such a poem.”
"This poem of mine only represents Huang Zicheng. If this person is in power, then the heavens must send a talent!"”
"Right now, Imperial Grandfather has many talented people under him, so there's naturally no need to take it seriously.”
Why are you still defending yourself now? It seems that everything is coming for me?
Huang Zicheng could not argue, and Zhu Yunhao's steadiness made him unable to say a word.
Yellow talent…
Yellow talent…
He felt the world spinning in his head.
Yang Jing nodded."Previously, Huang Zicheng was aggressive and His Highness was forced to retaliate.”
"This poem is a work of righteous indignation, so it's understandable that it's only directed at Huang Zicheng.”
Hearing Yang Jing's words, the officials at the side naturally nodded, and the discomfort in their hearts disappeared in an instant.
Zhu Yuanzhang smiled. He understood again.
Why didn't Pin 'er want to expose her power every time? If these words were said by Ru Chang, the others would have the idea of defending themselves, and they would feel even worse.
However, if it was an outsider who had nothing to do with the matter, everyone would target Corey, and the unhappiness would naturally pass.
Song He did not do his job well. Yang Jing had already made his cards clear, yet he still could not tell.
It seemed like…
Other than himself, no one else could tell!
Including Qin Da. He heard that Yun Wen even went to recruit Qin Da. Compared to Pin 'er, his vision was much worse. However, that snobbery was very serious.
"Mr. Huang, I have a third poem for you." Zhu Yunhao continued.”
"Take it as an answer to you.”
Why didn't he say anything when Huang Zicheng asked him about Buddhism? It was because refuting it would only cause more problems.
When would it end?
With Yang Jing by his side, he would definitely not fall into a crisis!
When they finally changed the topic and washed away all their previous bad impressions, Corey's scheme would be exposed!
There was probably only one person who was so meticulous and had such high emotional intelligence.
A steady yuppie!
"Don't talk about destiny when you are comprehending the Dao. Don't take the true scriptures when you are cultivating. One is sad, one is happy, and one is withered.”
"There is no purity in the kasaya, no purity in the world of mortals, and the thousand-year-old bell in the secluded ancient temple.”
"Is this a Buddhist poem?"”
"I heard that Zen Master Hongye wanted the Emperor to worship the clay statue of the golden body, but the Third Imperial Grandson stopped him with the excuse that the Buddha of the present does not worship the Buddha of the past.”
"Isn't this poem expressing this kind of unrestrained personality?”
Yang Jing admired Zhu Yunhao even more. The world is still more than this!
"Did you guys read that this poem is the answer to Huang Zicheng's three questions?'
"Everything is empty. If everything is empty, good is empty, evil is empty. Because it is empty, it is empty. Buddhas and devils are all empty."
"Don't talk about destiny when comprehending the Dao. What one cultivates is the scripture in the heart.”
"When the heart is born, all things are born. When the heart is destroyed, all things are void.”
The officials looked at Yang Jing in admiration."Lord Yang is knowledgeable and talented.”
"No, no, this is all His Highness's answer. I'm just translating it for you.”
"Lust is emptiness, emptiness is lust.”
"The World Honored Rulai once said that all sentient beings have the Dharma-direction of the World Honored Rulai, but it is impossible to achieve it because of delusions.”
"That's why."
Huang Zicheng was flabbergasted."I see ~"
His body trembled, and his legs trembled slightly. So he was waiting for me here! He had thrown my face to the ground, and then he had even casually retaliated with the victory he had obtained earlier.
If it had just started, he could have played chess with Zhu Yunhao using Buddhism, but since he had led the question to poetry, it proved that he had given up on playing chess with Buddhism.
If he said it now, he would not be chasing after the victory, but a dead duck being stubborn!
If they won, they would lose face. If they lost, they would be even more doomed!
Zhu Yunyu!
This slap was so painful!
Huang Zicheng seemed to see all the officials mocking him, and he suddenly stood in the middle of the crowd.
He felt his heart beating violently, then the world spun and he fell to the ground.
"I haven't even drunk yet, why did you drink too much?”
"Isn't his alcohol tolerance a little too bad?”Ru Chang mocked.
Qi Tai felt that something was wrong. He hurriedly left his seat and rushed over. He pinched his philtrum and looked at his pupils.
"Your Majesty, Scholar Huang was so angry that he fainted!”
Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand to have people carry him away. Today, he finally saw how vicious a scholar's mouth could be.
Huang Zicheng ingeniously led Zhu Yunzhao into the game, but he was defeated by a counterattack.
This banquet could also be considered a war without smoke.
"What an eye-opener."
"Who still dares to say that there are no poets in the Ming Dynasty?”
"Ah ~"
"Old Zhu's family was born to rebel. I didn't expect such a talent to appear!”
"Come here ~"
Zhu Yunhao walked up to the high platform. Zhu Yuanzhang grabbed his head a few times, and his hair was scattered and messy.
Then, he quietly touched it and asked,"Have you already written poems for all the officials in advance?"”
"Absolutely not!"
Seeing that Zhu Yuanzhang did not believe him, Zhu Yunhao said,"I can swear to the heavens!"
Did I really guess wrong?
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded.
"You may leave, little one." Before Zhu Yunhao left, she kicked his butt.
He took a wine glass and sat beside Lan Yu.""This is the grandson I'm most satisfied with. It's as if he's carved from the same mold as me.”
"Do things quickly, treat the enemy coldly and cruelly, and never show mercy!”
Lan Yu originally thought that Zhu Yunhao was fine, but after this banquet, he realized that this child was meticulous and ruthless.
He had knocked Huang Zicheng out with just a poem!
Since ancient times, which imperial grandson was so lethal!
It suited his appetite!
"Emperor, the imperial grandson is a gift from the heavens.”
"Hahaha! It doesn't matter if it's a gift or not. I'm proud!”
"Let's drink!"
Zhu Yunhao came to Yang Jing's side and nodded at him silently. Yang Jing secretly raised two fingers in return.
This was Zhu Yunzhen's decision to try not to speak! If others saw this, they would say that they were going to use two fingers to pick up the peanuts!
It was perfect!
How could Zhu Yunhao compose poems for everyone? It was obvious that Zhu Yuanzhang did not understand poetry.
Writing people, freehand style, writing scenes...
He only needed to make some according to the categories and then put them on top.
This was the same as the eight-part essay…
As for Chinese writing, the poem 'Borrowing Heaven for Another 500 Years' written by Zheng Chenggong's descendants would be the same for Emperor Kangxi.
Haha!
(Please give me your free flowers and comments. Thank you, readers.) "Compose a poem for you?" "There are," Zhu Yunhao said, pacing back and forth gently.”
Huang Zicheng's eyes flashed with ridicule. This question was extremely beneficial to him. Because he usually felt good about himself and always wrote poems for himself!
If Zhu Yunhao couldn't do it, then he would mock him.
If he could do it, then he would choose a good song from his previous drafts to defeat him and then mock him!
No matter what, I will win!
If Zhu Yunhao knew about this, he would definitely praise him for improving his IQ. He could not stop taking the medicine.
However, Huang Zicheng never thought that Zhu Yunhao might say that he didn't have a better poem!
"The nine states are angry, relying on wind and thunder to subdue all the horses."”
What was the meaning of this?
To express his grief? I, Corey, am still alive. What am I sad about?
He only heard the last two sentences of Zhu Yunhao,
"I advise Heaven Duke to be more energetic and not stick to one style to subdue talents!"”
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire place fell silent!
Was this poem good? Of course it was good!
It was just too mean!
Corey was still alive, and he was asking the heavens to send a talent down. Wasn't this clearly scolding Corey for not being a talent?
However, Zhu Yunwen had always regarded Huang Zicheng as a confidant and even scolded Zhu Yunwen.
No taste!
"You!!”
He suddenly had the same feeling as Song Yi at that time. His heart was stuffy, and he took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.
Despicable bastard!
How dare he insult him like this? He, Huang Zicheng, was determined to become a famous official like Fan Zhongyan.
This was great. If this poem were to spread, the entire world would know that he was not a talent. At the mention of Corey…
Oh, it's that person who surrendered, right?
The label of a great scholar that he had maintained for more than ten years was instantly replaced by the label of not being a talent.
This was the power of poetry!
But what about him? He was the one who asked Zhu Yunhao to write a poem for him. Now, he had failed to steal a chicken and suffered a loss. He did not even have a place to speak.
Ru Chang walked over shamelessly.""Oh?"
"Your Highness 'poem is wonderful!"
"Huang Zicheng originally had nothing good to say, but His Highness actually used him as a negative representative to write such a poem.”
"This poem of mine only represents Huang Zicheng. If this person is in power, then the heavens must send a talent!"”
"Right now, Imperial Grandfather has many talented people under him, so there's naturally no need to take it seriously.”
Why are you still defending yourself now? It seems that everything is coming for me?
Huang Zicheng could not argue, and Zhu Yunhao's steadiness made him unable to say a word.
Yellow talent…
Yellow talent…
He felt the world spinning in his head.
Yang Jing nodded."Previously, Huang Zicheng was aggressive and His Highness was forced to retaliate.”
"This poem is a work of righteous indignation, so it's understandable that it's only directed at Huang Zicheng.”
Hearing Yang Jing's words, the officials at the side naturally nodded, and the discomfort in their hearts disappeared in an instant.
Zhu Yuanzhang smiled. He understood again.
Why didn't Pin 'er want to expose her power every time? If these words were said by Ru Chang, the others would have the idea of defending themselves, and they would feel even worse.
However, if it was an outsider who had nothing to do with the matter, everyone would target Corey, and the unhappiness would naturally pass.
Song He did not do his job well. Yang Jing had already made his cards clear, yet he still could not tell.
It seemed like…
Other than himself, no one else could tell!
Including Qin Da. He heard that Yun Wen even went to recruit Qin Da. Compared to Pin 'er, his vision was much worse. However, that snobbery was very serious.
"Mr. Huang, I have a third poem for you." Zhu Yunhao continued.”
"Take it as an answer to you.”
Why didn't he say anything when Huang Zicheng asked him about Buddhism? It was because refuting it would only cause more problems.
When would it end?
With Yang Jing by his side, he would definitely not fall into a crisis!
When they finally changed the topic and washed away all their previous bad impressions, Corey's scheme would be exposed!
There was probably only one person who was so meticulous and had such high emotional intelligence.
A steady yuppie!
"Don't talk about destiny when you are comprehending the Dao. Don't take the true scriptures when you are cultivating. One is sad, one is happy, and one is withered.”
"There is no purity in the kasaya, no purity in the world of mortals, and the thousand-year-old bell in the secluded ancient temple.”
"Is this a Buddhist poem?"”
"I heard that Zen Master Hongye wanted the Emperor to worship the clay statue of the golden body, but the Third Imperial Grandson stopped him with the excuse that the Buddha of the present does not worship the Buddha of the past.”
"Isn't this poem expressing this kind of unrestrained personality?”
Yang Jing admired Zhu Yunhao even more. The world is still more than this!
"Did you guys read that this poem is the answer to Huang Zicheng's three questions?'
"Everything is empty. If everything is empty, good is empty, evil is empty. Because it is empty, it is empty. Buddhas and devils are all empty."
"Don't talk about destiny when comprehending the Dao. What one cultivates is the scripture in the heart.”
"When the heart is born, all things are born. When the heart is destroyed, all things are void.”
The officials looked at Yang Jing in admiration."Lord Yang is knowledgeable and talented.”
"No, no, this is all His Highness's answer. I'm just translating it for you.”
"Lust is emptiness, emptiness is lust.”
"The World Honored Rulai once said that all sentient beings have the Dharma-direction of the World Honored Rulai, but it is impossible to achieve it because of delusions.”
"That's why."
Huang Zicheng was flabbergasted."I see ~"
His body trembled, and his legs trembled slightly. So he was waiting for me here! He had thrown my face to the ground, and then he had even casually retaliated with the victory he had obtained earlier.
If it had just started, he could have played chess with Zhu Yunhao using Buddhism, but since he had led the question to poetry, it proved that he had given up on playing chess with Buddhism.
If he said it now, he would not be chasing after the victory, but a dead duck being stubborn!
If they won, they would lose face. If they lost, they would be even more doomed!
Zhu Yunyu!
This slap was so painful!
Huang Zicheng seemed to see all the officials mocking him, and he suddenly stood in the middle of the crowd.
He felt his heart beating violently, then the world spun and he fell to the ground.
"I haven't even drunk yet, why did you drink too much?”
"Isn't his alcohol tolerance a little too bad?”Ru Chang mocked.
Qi Tai felt that something was wrong. He hurriedly left his seat and rushed over. He pinched his philtrum and looked at his pupils.
"Your Majesty, Scholar Huang was so angry that he fainted!”
Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand to have people carry him away. Today, he finally saw how vicious a scholar's mouth could be.
Huang Zicheng ingeniously led Zhu Yunzhao into the game, but he was defeated by a counterattack.
This banquet could also be considered a war without smoke.
"What an eye-opener."
"Who still dares to say that there are no poets in the Ming Dynasty?”
"Ah ~"
"Old Zhu's family was born to rebel. I didn't expect such a talent to appear!”
"Come here ~"
Zhu Yunhao walked up to the high platform. Zhu Yuanzhang grabbed his head a few times, and his hair was scattered and messy.
Then, he quietly touched it and asked,"Have you already written poems for all the officials in advance?"”
"Absolutely not!"
Seeing that Zhu Yuanzhang did not believe him, Zhu Yunhao said,"I can swear to the heavens!"
Did I really guess wrong?
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded.
"You may leave, little one." Before Zhu Yunhao left, she kicked his butt.
He took a wine glass and sat beside Lan Yu.""This is the grandson I'm most satisfied with. It's as if he's carved from the same mold as me.”
"Do things quickly, treat the enemy coldly and cruelly, and never show mercy!”
Lan Yu originally thought that Zhu Yunhao was fine, but after this banquet, he realized that this child was meticulous and ruthless.
He had knocked Huang Zicheng out with just a poem!
Since ancient times, which imperial grandson was so lethal!
It suited his appetite!
"Emperor, the imperial grandson is a gift from the heavens.”
"Hahaha! It doesn't matter if it's a gift or not. I'm proud!”
"Let's drink!"
Zhu Yunhao came to Yang Jing's side and nodded at him silently. Yang Jing secretly raised two fingers in return.
This was Zhu Yunzhen's decision to try not to speak! If others saw this, they would say that they were going to use two fingers to pick up the peanuts!
It was perfect!
How could Zhu Yunhao compose poems for everyone? It was obvious that Zhu Yuanzhang did not understand poetry.
Writing people, freehand style, writing scenes...
He only needed to make some according to the categories and then put them on top.
This was the same as the eight-part essay…
As for Chinese writing, the poem 'Borrowing Heaven for Another 500 Years' written by Zheng Chenggong's descendants would be the same for Emperor Kangxi.
Haha!
(Please give me your free flowers and comments. Thank you, readers.) "Compose a poem for you?" "There are," Zhu Yunhao said, pacing back and forth gently.”
Huang Zicheng's eyes flashed with ridicule. This question was extremely beneficial to him. Because he usually felt good about himself and always wrote poems for himself!
If Zhu Yunhao couldn't do it, then he would mock him.
If he could do it, then he would choose a good song from his previous drafts to defeat him and then mock him!
No matter what, I will win!
If Zhu Yunhao knew about this, he would definitely praise him for improving his IQ. He could not stop taking the medicine.
However, Huang Zicheng never thought that Zhu Yunhao might say that he didn't have a better poem!
"The nine states are angry, relying on wind and thunder to subdue all the horses."”
What was the meaning of this?
To express his grief? I, Corey, am still alive. What am I sad about?
He only heard the last two sentences of Zhu Yunhao,
"I advise Heaven Duke to be more energetic and not stick to one style to subdue talents!"”
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire place fell silent!
Was this poem good? Of course it was good!
It was just too mean!
Corey was still alive, and he was asking the heavens to send a talent down. Wasn't this clearly scolding Corey for not being a talent?
However, Zhu Yunwen had always regarded Huang Zicheng as a confidant and even scolded Zhu Yunwen.
No taste!
"You!!”
He suddenly had the same feeling as Song Yi at that time. His heart was stuffy, and he took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.
Despicable bastard!
How dare he insult him like this? He, Huang Zicheng, was determined to become a famous official like Fan Zhongyan.
This was great. If this poem were to spread, the entire world would know that he was not a talent. At the mention of Corey…
Oh, it's that person who surrendered, right?
The label of a great scholar that he had maintained for more than ten years was instantly replaced by the label of not being a talent.
This was the power of poetry!
But what about him? He was the one who asked Zhu Yunhao to write a poem for him. Now, he had failed to steal a chicken and suffered a loss. He did not even have a place to speak.
Ru Chang walked over shamelessly.""Oh?"
"Your Highness 'poem is wonderful!"
"Huang Zicheng originally had nothing good to say, but His Highness actually used him as a negative representative to write such a poem.”
"This poem of mine only represents Huang Zicheng. If this person is in power, then the heavens must send a talent!"”
"Right now, Imperial Grandfather has many talented people under him, so there's naturally no need to take it seriously.”
Why are you still defending yourself now? It seems that everything is coming for me?
Huang Zicheng could not argue, and Zhu Yunhao's steadiness made him unable to say a word.
Yellow talent…
Yellow talent…
He felt the world spinning in his head.
Yang Jing nodded."Previously, Huang Zicheng was aggressive and His Highness was forced to retaliate.”
"This poem is a work of righteous indignation, so it's understandable that it's only directed at Huang Zicheng.”
Hearing Yang Jing's words, the officials at the side naturally nodded, and the discomfort in their hearts disappeared in an instant.
Zhu Yuanzhang smiled. He understood again.
Why didn't Pin 'er want to expose her power every time? If these words were said by Ru Chang, the others would have the idea of defending themselves, and they would feel even worse.
However, if it was an outsider who had nothing to do with the matter, everyone would target Corey, and the unhappiness would naturally pass.
Song He did not do his job well. Yang Jing had already made his cards clear, yet he still could not tell.
It seemed like…
Other than himself, no one else could tell!
Including Qin Da. He heard that Yun Wen even went to recruit Qin Da. Compared to Pin 'er, his vision was much worse. However, that snobbery was very serious.
"Mr. Huang, I have a third poem for you." Zhu Yunhao continued.”
"Take it as an answer to you.”
Why didn't he say anything when Huang Zicheng asked him about Buddhism? It was because refuting it would only cause more problems.
When would it end?
With Yang Jing by his side, he would definitely not fall into a crisis!
When they finally changed the topic and washed away all their previous bad impressions, Corey's scheme would be exposed!
There was probably only one person who was so meticulous and had such high emotional intelligence.
A steady yuppie!
"Don't talk about destiny when you are comprehending the Dao. Don't take the true scriptures when you are cultivating. One is sad, one is happy, and one is withered.”
"There is no purity in the kasaya, no purity in the world of mortals, and the thousand-year-old bell in the secluded ancient temple.”
"Is this a Buddhist poem?"”
"I heard that Zen Master Hongye wanted the Emperor to worship the clay statue of the golden body, but the Third Imperial Grandson stopped him with the excuse that the Buddha of the present does not worship the Buddha of the past.”
"Isn't this poem expressing this kind of unrestrained personality?”
Yang Jing admired Zhu Yunhao even more. The world is still more than this!
"Did you guys read that this poem is the answer to Huang Zicheng's three questions?'
"Everything is empty. If everything is empty, good is empty, evil is empty. Because it is empty, it is empty. Buddhas and devils are all empty."
"Don't talk about destiny when comprehending the Dao. What one cultivates is the scripture in the heart.”
"When the heart is born, all things are born. When the heart is destroyed, all things are void.”
The officials looked at Yang Jing in admiration."Lord Yang is knowledgeable and talented.”
"No, no, this is all His Highness's answer. I'm just translating it for you.”
"Lust is emptiness, emptiness is lust.”
"The World Honored Rulai once said that all sentient beings have the Dharma-direction of the World Honored Rulai, but it is impossible to achieve it because of delusions.”
"That's why."
Huang Zicheng was flabbergasted."I see ~"
His body trembled, and his legs trembled slightly. So he was waiting for me here! He had thrown my face to the ground, and then he had even casually retaliated with the victory he had obtained earlier.
If it had just started, he could have played chess with Zhu Yunhao using Buddhism, but since he had led the question to poetry, it proved that he had given up on playing chess with Buddhism.
If he said it now, he would not be chasing after the victory, but a dead duck being stubborn!
If they won, they would lose face. If they lost, they would be even more doomed!
Zhu Yunyu!
This slap was so painful!
Huang Zicheng seemed to see all the officials mocking him, and he suddenly stood in the middle of the crowd.
He felt his heart beating violently, then the world spun and he fell to the ground.
"I haven't even drunk yet, why did you drink too much?”
"Isn't his alcohol tolerance a little too bad?”Ru Chang mocked.
Qi Tai felt that something was wrong. He hurriedly left his seat and rushed over. He pinched his philtrum and looked at his pupils.
"Your Majesty, Scholar Huang was so angry that he fainted!”
Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand to have people carry him away. Today, he finally saw how vicious a scholar's mouth could be.
Huang Zicheng ingeniously led Zhu Yunzhao into the game, but he was defeated by a counterattack.
This banquet could also be considered a war without smoke.
"What an eye-opener."
"Who still dares to say that there are no poets in the Ming Dynasty?”
"Ah ~"
"Old Zhu's family was born to rebel. I didn't expect such a talent to appear!”
"Come here ~"
Zhu Yunhao walked up to the high platform. Zhu Yuanzhang grabbed his head a few times, and his hair was scattered and messy.
Then, he quietly touched it and asked,"Have you already written poems for all the officials in advance?"”
"Absolutely not!"
Seeing that Zhu Yuanzhang did not believe him, Zhu Yunhao said,"I can swear to the heavens!"
Did I really guess wrong?
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded.
"You may leave, little one." Before Zhu Yunhao left, she kicked his butt.
He took a wine glass and sat beside Lan Yu.""This is the grandson I'm most satisfied with. It's as if he's carved from the same mold as me.”
"Do things quickly, treat the enemy coldly and cruelly, and never show mercy!”
Lan Yu originally thought that Zhu Yunhao was fine, but after this banquet, he realized that this child was meticulous and ruthless.
He had knocked Huang Zicheng out with just a poem!
Since ancient times, which imperial grandson was so lethal!
It suited his appetite!
"Emperor, the imperial grandson is a gift from the heavens.”
"Hahaha! It doesn't matter if it's a gift or not. I'm proud!”
"Let's drink!"
Zhu Yunhao came to Yang Jing's side and nodded at him silently. Yang Jing secretly raised two fingers in return.
This was Zhu Yunzhen's decision to try not to speak! If others saw this, they would say that they were going to use two fingers to pick up the peanuts!
It was perfect!
How could Zhu Yunhao compose poems for everyone? It was obvious that Zhu Yuanzhang did not understand poetry.
Writing people, freehand style, writing scenes...
He only needed to make some according to the categories and then put them on top.
This was the same as the eight-part essay…
As for Chinese writing, the poem 'Borrowing Heaven for Another 500 Years' written by Zheng Chenggong's descendants would be the same for Emperor Kangxi.
Haha!
(Please give me your free flowers and comments. Thank you, readers.) "Compose a poem for you?" "There are," Zhu Yunhao said, pacing back and forth gently.”
Huang Zicheng's eyes flashed with ridicule. This question was extremely beneficial to him. Because he usually felt good about himself and always wrote poems for himself!
If Zhu Yunhao couldn't do it, then he would mock him.
If he could do it, then he would choose a good song from his previous drafts to defeat him and then mock him!
No matter what, I will win!
If Zhu Yunhao knew about this, he would definitely praise him for improving his IQ. He could not stop taking the medicine.
However, Huang Zicheng never thought that Zhu Yunhao might say that he didn't have a better poem!
"The nine states are angry, relying on wind and thunder to subdue all the horses."”
What was the meaning of this?
To express his grief? I, Corey, am still alive. What am I sad about?
He only heard the last two sentences of Zhu Yunhao,
"I advise Heaven Duke to be more energetic and not stick to one style to subdue talents!"”
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire place fell silent!
Was this poem good? Of course it was good!
It was just too mean!
Corey was still alive, and he was asking the heavens to send a talent down. Wasn't this clearly scolding Corey for not being a talent?
However, Zhu Yunwen had always regarded Huang Zicheng as a confidant and even scolded Zhu Yunwen.
No taste!
"You!!”
He suddenly had the same feeling as Song Yi at that time. His heart was stuffy, and he took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.
Despicable bastard!
How dare he insult him like this? He, Huang Zicheng, was determined to become a famous official like Fan Zhongyan.
This was great. If this poem were to spread, the entire world would know that he was not a talent. At the mention of Corey…
Oh, it's that person who surrendered, right?
The label of a great scholar that he had maintained for more than ten years was instantly replaced by the label of not being a talent.
This was the power of poetry!
But what about him? He was the one who asked Zhu Yunhao to write a poem for him. Now, he had failed to steal a chicken and suffered a loss. He did not even have a place to speak.
Ru Chang walked over shamelessly.""Oh?"
"Your Highness 'poem is wonderful!"
"Huang Zicheng originally had nothing good to say, but His Highness actually used him as a negative representative to write such a poem.”
"This poem of mine only represents Huang Zicheng. If this person is in power, then the heavens must send a talent!"”
"Right now, Imperial Grandfather has many talented people under him, so there's naturally no need to take it seriously.”
Why are you still defending yourself now? It seems that everything is coming for me?
Huang Zicheng could not argue, and Zhu Yunhao's steadiness made him unable to say a word.
Yellow talent…
Yellow talent…
He felt the world spinning in his head.
Yang Jing nodded."Previously, Huang Zicheng was aggressive and His Highness was forced to retaliate.”
"This poem is a work of righteous indignation, so it's understandable that it's only directed at Huang Zicheng.”
Hearing Yang Jing's words, the officials at the side naturally nodded, and the discomfort in their hearts disappeared in an instant.
Zhu Yuanzhang smiled. He understood again.
Why didn't Pin 'er want to expose her power every time? If these words were said by Ru Chang, the others would have the idea of defending themselves, and they would feel even worse.
However, if it was an outsider who had nothing to do with the matter, everyone would target Corey, and the unhappiness would naturally pass.
Song He did not do his job well. Yang Jing had already made his cards clear, yet he still could not tell.
It seemed like…
Other than himself, no one else could tell!
Including Qin Da. He heard that Yun Wen even went to recruit Qin Da. Compared to Pin 'er, his vision was much worse. However, that snobbery was very serious.
"Mr. Huang, I have a third poem for you." Zhu Yunhao continued.”
"Take it as an answer to you.”
Why didn't he say anything when Huang Zicheng asked him about Buddhism? It was because refuting it would only cause more problems.
When would it end?
With Yang Jing by his side, he would definitely not fall into a crisis!
When they finally changed the topic and washed away all their previous bad impressions, Corey's scheme would be exposed!
There was probably only one person who was so meticulous and had such high emotional intelligence.
A steady yuppie!
"Don't talk about destiny when you are comprehending the Dao. Don't take the true scriptures when you are cultivating. One is sad, one is happy, and one is withered.”
"There is no purity in the kasaya, no purity in the world of mortals, and the thousand-year-old bell in the secluded ancient temple.”
"Is this a Buddhist poem?"”
"I heard that Zen Master Hongye wanted the Emperor to worship the clay statue of the golden body, but the Third Imperial Grandson stopped him with the excuse that the Buddha of the present does not worship the Buddha of the past.”
"Isn't this poem expressing this kind of unrestrained personality?”
Yang Jing admired Zhu Yunhao even more. The world is still more than this!
"Did you guys read that this poem is the answer to Huang Zicheng's three questions?'
"Everything is empty. If everything is empty, good is empty, evil is empty. Because it is empty, it is empty. Buddhas and devils are all empty."
"Don't talk about destiny when comprehending the Dao. What one cultivates is the scripture in the heart.”
"When the heart is born, all things are born. When the heart is destroyed, all things are void.”
The officials looked at Yang Jing in admiration."Lord Yang is knowledgeable and talented.”
"No, no, this is all His Highness's answer. I'm just translating it for you.”
"Lust is emptiness, emptiness is lust.”
"The World Honored Rulai once said that all sentient beings have the Dharma-direction of the World Honored Rulai, but it is impossible to achieve it because of delusions.”
"That's why."
Huang Zicheng was flabbergasted."I see ~"
His body trembled, and his legs trembled slightly. So he was waiting for me here! He had thrown my face to the ground, and then he had even casually retaliated with the victory he had obtained earlier.
If it had just started, he could have played chess with Zhu Yunhao using Buddhism, but since he had led the question to poetry, it proved that he had given up on playing chess with Buddhism.
If he said it now, he would not be chasing after the victory, but a dead duck being stubborn!
If they won, they would lose face. If they lost, they would be even more doomed!
Zhu Yunyu!
This slap was so painful!
Huang Zicheng seemed to see all the officials mocking him, and he suddenly stood in the middle of the crowd.
He felt his heart beating violently, then the world spun and he fell to the ground.
"I haven't even drunk yet, why did you drink too much?”
"Isn't his alcohol tolerance a little too bad?”Ru Chang mocked.
Qi Tai felt that something was wrong. He hurriedly left his seat and rushed over. He pinched his philtrum and looked at his pupils.
"Your Majesty, Scholar Huang was so angry that he fainted!”
Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand to have people carry him away. Today, he finally saw how vicious a scholar's mouth could be.
Huang Zicheng ingeniously led Zhu Yunzhao into the game, but he was defeated by a counterattack.
This banquet could also be considered a war without smoke.
"What an eye-opener."
"Who still dares to say that there are no poets in the Ming Dynasty?”
"Ah ~"
"Old Zhu's family was born to rebel. I didn't expect such a talent to appear!”
"Come here ~"
Zhu Yunhao walked up to the high platform. Zhu Yuanzhang grabbed his head a few times, and his hair was scattered and messy.
Then, he quietly touched it and asked,"Have you already written poems for all the officials in advance?"”
"Absolutely not!"
Seeing that Zhu Yuanzhang did not believe him, Zhu Yunhao said,"I can swear to the heavens!"
Did I really guess wrong?
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded.
"You may leave, little one." Before Zhu Yunhao left, she kicked his butt.
He took a wine glass and sat beside Lan Yu.""This is the grandson I'm most satisfied with. It's as if he's carved from the same mold as me.”
"Do things quickly, treat the enemy coldly and cruelly, and never show mercy!”
Lan Yu originally thought that Zhu Yunhao was fine, but after this banquet, he realized that this child was meticulous and ruthless.
He had knocked Huang Zicheng out with just a poem!
Since ancient times, which imperial grandson was so lethal!
It suited his appetite!
"Emperor, the imperial grandson is a gift from the heavens.”
"Hahaha! It doesn't matter if it's a gift or not. I'm proud!”
"Let's drink!"
Zhu Yunhao came to Yang Jing's side and nodded at him silently. Yang Jing secretly raised two fingers in return.
This was Zhu Yunzhen's decision to try not to speak! If others saw this, they would say that they were going to use two fingers to pick up the peanuts!
It was perfect!
How could Zhu Yunhao compose poems for everyone? It was obvious that Zhu Yuanzhang did not understand poetry.
Writing people, freehand style, writing scenes...
He only needed to make some according to the categories and then put them on top.
This was the same as the eight-part essay…
As for Chinese writing, the poem 'Borrowing Heaven for Another 500 Years' written by Zheng Chenggong's descendants would be the same for Emperor Kangxi.
Haha!
(Please give me your free flowers and comments. Thank you, readers.)
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