Wang De's statement reminded Li Shimin, and he felt a little thirsty, and said, "Take it up."

Wang De handed him an ice cream and helped him remove the wrapping paper. Li Shimin felt a little cold in his hands when he held the ice cream.

He tentatively delivered it to his mouth, and suddenly, a cool fragrance came to his nose. He took a bite and a cool feeling was refreshing.

He opened his eyes wide, took a few bites in a row, and praised: "Good stuff."

He had been staring at the ice cream in Li Shimin's hand for a long time, stretching out his hand from Queen Changsun's arms, and said in a slight voice: "Father, eat it."

Li Shimin handed over the ice cream in his hand.

Seeing the smell eating with relish, the other young princes and daughters all showed greedy eyes.

Li Shimin said, "Wang De, take some more and let everyone taste it." As he said that, he picked up another ice cream and started eating it.

Zhou Gan and others carried the box, which was covered with thick felt, forming a simple refrigerator. They distributed it everywhere.

In the hot summer, the charm of ice sorbet is irresistible. Not to mention those children, even the dignified and reserved Queen Changsun couldn't help but praise: "It tastes really good."

The venue was in chaos, and people were talking while eating.

The two old men, Xiao Gan and Kong Yingda, were a little angry when they saw the venue was in chaos and couldn't help but want to maintain order.

At this time, Zhou Gan brought them a plate of ice cream and ice cream. After tasting the two old men, they immediately forgot the idea of ​​maintaining order.

In the entire venue, there was a sound of eating, and the poetry competition suddenly turned into a cold drink conference.

Murong Ling and others kept having fun secretly, thinking that the advertisement for cold drinks had been successful.

Li Tai ate an ice cream and an ice cream, another ice cream and an ice cream, and then he felt something was wrong.

He thought to himself, "It's Li You's other guy, this is here to disrupt the situation. The elegant poetry competition was ruined by him, so how could there be a little elegant atmosphere?"

Mr. Xiao also found something was wrong. His throat was refreshed now, so he coughed hard a few times, stood up and said, "Now, the poetry competition will continue."

After eating the cold drinks, the nobles were refreshed and ready to start offering poems.

The children of nobles received good education since childhood, and the entire Tang Dynasty praised poetry. They were all good at writing poetry, and the girls even worked with poetry all day long. Today, they were all trying to show off their skills on this occasion.

Soon, everyone handed over the written poem to the judges, and then selected three poems from them.

Wei Zheng is a special notary, and he announced everything like announcing his achievements.

Many noble children had been preparing for a long time, and even found a gunman. Everyone was full of confidence and staring at Wei Zheng's big mouth.

The first name Wei Zheng read was Changsun Chong.

Changsun Chong is Changsun Wuji's eldest son and a famous literary youth. His excellence is not surprising.

Changsun Chong stood there in a purple robe, and the wind was as beautiful as jade.

Changsun Wuji grinned with satisfaction.

The second one is Xiao Wanyu.

There is no objection to this famous talented woman in Chang'an City.

Xiao Wanyu stood there, standing tall and graceful.

Mr. Xiao was so happy that he showed his dentures. Xiao Dongchang's eyes were so smiled that he was left with only a crack.

The person who appeared on the stage next suddenly fell into a big scene as soon as he heard his name. He looked at where he stood, and he was stupid and black, which immediately shocked the audience.

Yuchi Baoqi, who subverted everyone's imagination, stood beside the two golden boys and jade girls carelessly, forming a strong contrast.

No matter how surprised others were, Yuchi Gong stood up excitedly, turned around and bowed, saying, "Everyone, it's my son, it's my son."

Military generals were all excited when they saw Yuchi Gong's son being outstanding. Such things were basically the world of civil servants.

Cheng Yaojin had already learned the truth from Cheng Chuliang, and couldn't help laughing and said, "Big Lao Hei, just show off."

Then, the three of them recited their respective works.

Changsun Chong first recited a seven-character poem called "Commemorating the Thoughts of Qu Zi", which won unanimous praise from everyone.

Next comes Xiao Wanyu.

Today, Xiao Wanyu has deliberately dressed up. Her originally dignified and beautiful appearance, coupled with a slight modification, makes her look elegant and elegant.

She chanted: "I can't sleep for a long time at night and the autumn air is clear, and the candle flowers are often cut and cut for three o'clock. The bed is covered with cool moon, and the moon is bright in the sycamore area."

The poetry is beautiful, the human is beautiful, the voice is pleasant and pleasant, and there is a sound of praise.

Murong Lingxiang was so beautiful that she couldn't help but compare Xiao Wanyu secretly.

Next is Yuchi Baoqi.

Yuchi Baoqi grinned and said, "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. He looked up at the bright moon and thought of his hometown."

He is stupid, big, black and thick, and his voice is similar to that of an old crow, but who dares to say the word "no" in this poem?

Li Shimin nodded frequently and praised: "I didn't expect that Yuchi Gong's son would actually be a good poet."

Empress Changsun also praised: "This poem has a good literary talent and a good artistic conception."

Military generals cheered together.

Yuchi Gong was so beautiful that he didn't know what to say, and kept saying, "It's my son, it's my son!"

Changsun Chong and Xiao Wanyu had to convince themselves, because their poetry skills were superior.

The top scholar who passed by thousands of troops and horses across the single-plank bridge, looked at the poems of Yuchi Baoqi, and suddenly felt that his reputation had been reduced a lot.

Next, the decisive battle between the three.

Changsun Chong used all his talents and wrote a poem called "Farewell in the Rain of Baqiao", which won a burst of cheers.

Xiao Wanyu was very dissatisfied, and she whispered softly: "The bamboo shaking the clear shadows cover the secluded window, and birds roaring in the sunset in two groups. Thank you, the crabapple flies and catkins, and the weather is getting longer and longer."

Empress Changsun praised: "What a wonderful poem."

Amid the crowd of praise, Changsun Chong was very convinced and bowed to Xiao Wanyu and expressed his congratulations.

When Yuchi Gong heard everyone praise Xiao Wanyu, although he couldn't hear that he was good at it, he felt that his son might not be able to do it. So he stopped showing off and quietly hoped that his son could create a miracle.

Yuchi Baoqi suddenly became a little nervous because the following poem was too long and I couldn't remember it.

He raised his arm, pretended to wipe his sweat, looked at the tips above, and immediately became confident. He recited:

"When will the bright moon come? I asked the blue sky with wine. I don't know what year it will be today. I want to ride the wind, but I am afraid that the jade building and jade tower are cold. I dance and play with the clear shadows, how does it seem like I am in the world?

Turn the red pavilion, lower the beautiful house, and shine without sleep. There should be no hatred, so why should we be far away? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing, and this matter is difficult to be complete in ancient times. I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles away."

Quiet, quiet, quiet.

The stupid, big, black and thick Yuchi Baoqi chanted such beautiful poems in her mouth, which made people feel very strange.

Xiao Gan and Kong Yingda had already stood up, their mouths opened, not knowing what to say.

Many women have tears in their eyes, so moved that they don’t know whether to cry or laugh.

Li Shimin stood up, walked a few steps forward, and chanted loudly:

"When will the bright moon come... I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles away."

Li Shimin's voice was pure and thick, extremely contagious, and the tears of the women suddenly gushed out.

The field was boiling.

Everyone followed Li Shimin and recited loudly: "I hope people will live forever and share the beauty of the moon together from thousands of miles away. I hope people will live forever and share the beauty of the moon together from thousands of miles away!"

"Wow", amid the soft sobs of women, a man's crying was particularly harsh: "Wow, it's my son, it's my son!!!"

Kong Yingda knew Yuchi Baoqi so well. He asked with disbelief: "Did you write this poem?"

Yuchi Baoqi said with her chest straightened and said, "Of course."

Xiao Gan asked, "Can you explain what you mean in your poem?"

Yuchi Baoqi said seriously: "Poetry is used to express emotions. It can only be understood but not expressed. It can be explained. Is it still called poetry?"

Xiao Gan looked ashamed and said, "I have been taught."

From then on, a great poet was born. He had a resounding and famous name in the world - Yuchi Baoqi!
Chapter completed!