"A gentleman's word."
"A promise is a promise."
Zhu Rong and Huang Zicheng clapped their hands together as a pledge. Then, they quickly drew their hands and wiped their clothes, as if they were disgusted by the other party's dirtiness.
"Imperial Father, what should we do?"
Zhu Biao saw that the conflict was getting more and more intense, so he quickly looked at Zhu Yuanzhang and said,
"Huang Zicheng has some literary talent. If Second Brother loses, will he really have to stay in this prison for the rest of his life?”
Zhu Yuanzhang frowned slightly, a little worried for Zhu Rong, but he said,"
"Didn't you say that Second Brother is talented? Why was he so anxious now?”
Zhu Biao shrugged helplessly.
"Writing a book is one thing, competing in literature is another. There are too many factors involved.”
Zhu Biao glanced at Huang Zicheng and Zhu Xi and whispered to Zhu Yuanzhang,"
"Imperial Father, why don't you step in and turn the big matter into a small matter? Actually, this matter is nothing.”
Seeing this, Madam Chang also said,
"That's right, Imperial Father. With Second Brother's personality, if he really loses to Lord Huang, he won't come out even if you order him to.”
Zhu Yuanzhang clasped his hands behind his back, his eyes flickering, but his tone was a little helpless.
"What can we do? It was said that this unfilial son only needed to obediently admit his mistake, but he was so stubborn. We can't possibly beg him to admit his mistake!”
"Forget it. A man can spit and nail. It's time for Second Brother to grow up.”
"Otherwise, how can we let him become a vassal in the future? This is all for his own good. Otherwise, if he causes a huge disaster in the future, do the two of you still have to plead for him like this? Should we endure it again and again?"
When Zhu Yuanzhang said this, Zhu Biao and Madam Chang's faces turned pale and they sighed.
Zhao Erhu and Chen Hong didn't say anything, but they looked at Zhu Rong with worry.
Obviously, at this moment, no one was optimistic about Zhu Rong.
After all, no matter how capable Huang Zicheng was, he was still the study companion of the Eastern Palace. He was carefully selected by Zhu Yuanzhang from thousands of civil servants!
Although Zhu Yuanzhang was a little blind in terms of character, Huang Zicheng was indeed unique in terms of personal talent.
Without hesitation, Huang Zicheng turned around and walked into the cell to take out Zhu Xiong's brush, ink, paper, and inkstone along with the table.
Then, he dipped his brush into the ink. With a swoosh sw
"I'll embarrass myself!"
Seeing this, Zhu Yuanzhang took a step forward and bent down to take a look. He was dumbfounded and immediately turned to Zhu Biao and said,
"Boss, take a look!"
Zhu Biao frowned. Huang Zicheng had written a poem. Although it wasn't good, it wasn't bad either. If he had done it himself, he might have won.
However, the opponent was his second brother, so his heart was beating like a drum.
"How is it? How's Huang Zicheng's writing?"
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Biao nervously.
"Not bad."
Zhu Biao cupped his hands.
Madam Chang also nodded. Forget about Zhao Erhu and Chen Hong. They were like Zhu Yuanzhang and knew nothing about this kind of thing.
Everyone, including Zhu Yuanzhang, frowned when they heard what Zhu Biao said.
Even the felons in the imperial prison began to worry about Zhu Rong. Although His Highness the King of Qin was very interesting, it was a pity to spend the rest of his life with them in this dark imperial prison.
"Thank you for your praise, Your Highness."
Huang Zicheng was naturally not one of the people who was worried about Zhu Rong. Instead, he was very proud of himself. At this moment, he reached out his hand to Zhu Rong and said,
"Your Highness, please!"
Zhu Rong crossed his arms and walked closer. He glanced at the poem written by Huang Zicheng and immediately curled his lips.
"Is this also called a poem?"
"Aiyo!"
Zhu Yuanzhang raised his eyebrows. This brat's tone was quite arrogant!
Zhu Biao's eyes lit up. His second brother was so arrogant, so he must have something in his mind.
Madam Chang, Zhao Erhu, and Chen Hong were all stunned. They looked at Zhu Rong in disbelief.
The prisoners in the imperial prison also looked at each other. Could it be?!
"Humph, since Your Highness the King of Qin has evaluated this lowly official like this, then you must be able to compose a better poem than this lowly official.”
Huang Zicheng snorted coldly and handed the brush in his hand to Zhu Rong.
Zhu Rong glanced at the brush in Huang Zicheng's hand and shrugged."
"I don't know how to write poetry."
…………
It was deathly silent!
Zhu Yuanzhang rolled his eyes speechlessly. Zhu Biao felt a headache coming on. Madam Chang, Zhao Erhu, and Chen Hong looked helpless. The prisoners in the imperial prison looked at each other.
Alright, wash up and sleep!
When Huang Zicheng heard this, he could not hide the smugness in his heart. His face was full of smiles, but before he could speak, Zhu Rong's voice sounded again,
"But I can write lyrics!"
"Hmm?"
Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned. He didn't expect things to turn around. However, when he thought about Zhu Rong's ability, he started to feel uncertain again.
Zhu Biao didn't think too much about it. As long as he could write, it was fine. He hurriedly said to Huang Zicheng,
"Poetry and songs are from the same family. My second brother is good at writing lyrics. Lord Huang, you won't mind, right?”
"Of course not."
Huang Zicheng shook his head. Zhu Biao's words were reasonable. Moreover, he had never thought that Zhu Biao would win. He said directly,
"As long as Your Highness the King of Qin can come up with a better poem than this humble subject's poem, Your Highness the King of Qin will win this bet.”
"Of course, if not, I hope Your Highness will keep your word.”
Zhu Rong narrowed his eyes and rolled up his sleeves as he looked at Huang Zicheng's big face.
"Lord Huang, don't worry. Even if you forget about this matter, I won't forget.”
"Give me a pen!"
Huang Zicheng passed the brush in his hand forward.
"Here."
Zhu Rong's face was full of disdain.
"You've used this. Change it to a clean one.”
"You…"
Huang Zicheng gritted his teeth, but because of his status, he did not dare to flare up. His face was red.
Seeing this, Madam Chang hurriedly took out a new pen from the pen rack, dipped it in ink, and handed it to Zhu Rong.
"Second brother, here."
"Thank you, sister-in-law."
Zhu Rong smiled obediently and took the brush from Madam Chang's hand. After thinking about it in her mind, she slowly picked up the brush and wrote on the paper.
" Linjiang Immortal?!"
Zhu Biao's eyes lit up as he looked at the name of the poem written by Zhu Xiong. He couldn't help but praise,"
"Good name!"
"Really?"
Zhu Yuanzhang crossed his arms and looked at Zhu Biao doubtfully, but he was also very interested in what Zhu Biao wrote next.
Madam Chang, Zhao Erhu, and Chen Hong also surrounded Zhu Rong, staring at the paper without blinking.
The prisoners in the imperial prison craned their necks and pricked up their ears, their faces full of curiosity.
Huang Zicheng didn't want to care. It was just a name. What did it matter if it sounded good?
However, as Zhu Xi waved the brush in his hand repeatedly, Huang Zicheng gradually felt uneasy, and his pupils constricted into the shape of needles!
At this moment, Zhu Biao couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart. As he waved his brush, he looked at the paper in front of him and said,
"The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away all the heroes.”
"Right and wrong, success or failure, all in vain."
"The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red.”
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