Empress Ma and Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't bear to watch Old Fifth make a fool of himself.
Xu Da, on the other hand, looked like he was waiting to watch a good show.
"Tell me, do we fight first?”
Xu Da smiled.
"Your Highness, you can choose whoever you want.”
He would lose anyway, so it didn't matter which one came first.
Song Lian and Lan Yu lowered their heads, feeling as if they were fish on a chopping block.
"Alright then. Then let's start with literature."
"Men, brush, ink, paper, and inkstone."
Zhu Rong ordered the young eunuch in a serious manner.
The young eunuch jogged over and quickly went to prepare.
Not long after, he brought over a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.
He spread out the paper on the table and quickly instructed someone to grind the ink.
Empress Ma and Zhu Yuanzhang covered their faces with their hands, as if waiting for the awkward moment to come.
After the young eunuch grinded the ink, Zhu Rong picked up the brush and thought about it seriously.
What are you writing?
In his previous life, he was a graduate of a third-rate university. He was especially passionate about Chinese. Those ancient poems seemed to be imprinted in his mind.
As long as one or two poems from the later generations were pulled out, they would be able to shock these people.
In Xu Da's opinion, this action was simply a deliberate act of stalling for time.
"Your Highness, has Your Highness thought it through? Hurry up and write."
Zhu Rong knew that this old man couldn't wait to see him make a fool of himself.
He frowned, as if he was having a hard time.
"Uncle Xu, to be honest, I have too many poems in my head. I really don't know which one to write."
Xu Zengshou almost laughed out loud.
Who hadn't heard of Zhou Wang's name?
Zhou Wang was able to fall asleep in the main hall, but here he was acting like a wolf. What a joke.
"How about this, sir? You come up with a theme.”
"Otherwise, the scope would be too wide. I don't even know what to write.”
Song Lian was speechless.
Your Highness, it's not that I don't want to give you a question.
You couldn't do anything you wanted.
If he really gave you a question, wouldn't that restrict your thinking?
Every year, Prince Zhou would hand in a blank paper.
Why did she have to beg him to give her a question at this juncture?
"Your Highness, seeing that the Northern Expedition is imminent, can Your Highness write a poem about the war?”
Song Lian said with a bitter smile.
Zhu Xiong thought for a while and started writing.
In the blink of an eye, it was a poem.
Everyone present was dumbfounded.
"Your Highness, are you done?"
"This is too fast."
"Why don't we invite Lord Song to take a look first?"
Song Lian looked at the paper on the table hesitantly. His face turned green.
What kind of poem was this?
It was simply a donkey's head that did not match a horse's mouth.
It was written directly on it.
"One, two, three, four, five, go up the mountain and fight the tiger.”
"You didn't hit the tiger, so you hit the little squirrel.”
This…
Zhu Yuanzhang saw that Song Lian was a little hesitant. He turned his head and saw these four lines of words at a glance.
What was this?
He, Old Zhu, was a peasant who conquered the world.
When he was in the temple, he had learned some words from the old monk.
Even though he had never been to school, he was not as capable as he was when it came to composing poems. However, he still had the basic ability to appreciate poems.
"You bastard…We…Kill you…"
When Zhu Yuanzhang saw this crooked word, he was furious. He casually grabbed something and threw it at Zhu Rong.
Panicked, Empress Ma rushed to stop him.
"Chongba, Chongba, that's the jade seal.”
Clang!
The jade seal fell to the ground.
Zhu Xiong dodged quickly.
Xu Da looked at that line of words and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He then felt a little smug.
You brat, you were still so smug just now. I don't know which song to write.
What was written here?
At this moment, seeing Zhu Yuanzhang lose his temper, Xu Da's anger finally calmed down.
'This old fellow wants to marry my eldest daughter. With your son's…literary talent, it's simply laughable.'
However…
After all, Zhu Yuanzhang was the emperor now, so he had to do his best to maintain his reputation.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, why do you have to do this? You're angry at a child."
"That's the jade seal. It's priceless."
As Xu Da spoke, he bent down and picked up the jade seal, placing it back on the table in front of Zhu Yuanzhang.
On Xu Da's face, an unprecedented sense of relief appeared.
It seemed that his eldest daughter did not need to get married.
Song Lian was so frightened that he knelt on the ground with a thud.
"Your Majesty, please spare my life. I am guilty. I did not teach Prince Zhou well.”
As he spoke, Song Lian's head hit the ground and he kowtowed loudly.
Crown Prince Zhu Biao had clearly expected this, so he wasn't surprised at all.
"Father, this knowledge is not something that can be acquired in a day or two. Fifth Brother is still young, you have to give him time.”
Even if Zhu Yuanzhang knew that he was a good-for-nothing son, he would definitely make a fool of himself.
His little heart couldn't take it when he really made a fool of himself.
Empress Ma comforted Zhu Yuanzhang while giving Zhu Rong a look, signaling him to leave quickly.
"Chongba, Tiande is right. This child is still young. You can't beat him up like this.”
Zhu Xiong rubbed his eyes and said in confusion.
"Father, your son is just practicing and testing the brush. Your son hasn't officially started yet."
It wasn't that Zhu Rong was keeping him in suspense, but he really wasn't used to using a brush.
Think about it.
Since he had transmigrated from the 21st century, he had to use a computer or a mobile phone all day long. He rarely had the chance to write with a pen, let alone write with a brush.
Therefore, Zhu Xiong wrote a few words casually to get the feeling.
However, these people in front of him took it seriously.
"What is it? Your Highness hasn't officially started yet?"
"Your Majesty, His Highness hasn't started yet. It doesn't count, it doesn't count.”
Great General Lan Yu quickly tried to smooth things over for them.
After all, he was a relative of the royal family.
If Prince Zhou made a fool of himself, he would also lose face.
Xu Da looked at Zhu Rong in amusement.
This little prince was really funny. He had come up with a lot of tricks.
But wasn't the result the same?
You want to marry my eldest daughter? No way.
"Your Highness, you really know how to joke."
"Your Majesty, don't be angry. It was a false alarm. Let's see if Little Highness can compose another poem."
Zhu Yuanzhang was getting impatient.
"Hurry up and write. Stop dawdling."
Only then did Zhu Rong start writing seriously.
In just 20 minutes, he had written a poem.
After he finished writing, he was still chanting in his heart.
"Not bad, this is really not bad."
Song Lian was so scared that his legs trembled again. No matter how strong his heart was, it couldn't withstand Prince Zhou's shock.
He knew his student's standard the best.
Even if Prince Zhou was joking just now, he wouldn't be able to write anything even if he was serious.
When he went to take a look, his eyes fell on the paper, and his pupils suddenly dilated.
Her mouth was already wide open.
The words were written on it.
Sanchuigang
The hero immediately rose from Shatuo, but Zhu Liang was so domineering.
It is difficult to support the state of Tang Dynasty with one hand, and the city still holds the mountains and rivers of Jin Dynasty.
Wind and cloud tent strange son in, drum horn lamp old tears more.
The three hills hang down the road in a desolate manner, and people still sing "Hundred Years Song."
After a long time.
Song Lian exclaimed.
"Good poem, good poem!"
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