Writing poems with summer as the title is a free topic for later generations. There are so many peerless sentences, even a ten-year-old child can recite two poems.

If this happens to those readers who are hiding on the Internet, those readers must shout: Let go, I want to pretend to be a pussy.

This is true for readers, let alone Li Yun is a web writer?

But which song should I choose?

There are so many poems describing summer!

Li Yun fell into deep thought.

The lotus leaves are endless and green, and the lotus flowers are red in the sun? No, no, the first two lines of this poem describe West Lake. Once the poem is copied, it will definitely reveal its feet.

Then change it...

The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and there have been dragonflies standing on it? This song seems OK, but there are some problems. It is easy to attract thoughts when it comes to showing its sharp corners. The little girls may be blushing when they hear it. Now the entire imperial garden is full of daughters of civil and military officials. Li Yun doesn't want to create an infamous and scattered legend, such as Lu Sanshui, the Lu family, who was trapped in this area in the early years.

Because there are too many summer poems in my memory, Li Yun was in a state of inability to choose for a moment, but the nobles on the opposite side were already impatient, but when he saw a young man with a jade-like face, he slowly stood up.

The young man obviously had a good family education. After standing up, he saluted Li Shimin first, then saluted Empress Changsun. Finally, he bowed to Li Yun, and introduced himself with a smile: "Your Highness, King Zhao, my younger brother Changsun Chong..."

Good guy, the first one to stand out was Changsun Chong.

His father was the Minister of Revenue and the elder brother of Empress Changsun. Strictly speaking, Changsun Chong was a relative of the country, but he was also attracted by the bet of the king.

After the Changsun finished the ceremony, he spoke up and said, "The green trees are thick and the summer is long, and the reflection of the towers enters the pond. The crystal curtains move and the breeze blows, creating a fragrance of roses in the courtyard."

"good!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he cheered all over the place.

Although the ministers were worried that Changsun Chong would be very proud of this poem, they still couldn't help but blurt out and praise it. Among them, Changsun Wuji said directly: "As soon as my son's poem is released, it can be said to be a big hit. According to me, this first literary fight is no longer necessary."

This old Yin Bi actually wanted to directly determine the victory, and it was needless to say that Changsun Chong could win the previous game. As long as he wins three games in five games, he would be awarded the title of king. The attractiveness of the king of the different surname is too great, and the company Changsun Wuji could not keep it gloomy.

To be honest, Changsun Chong does have goods in his stomach. This poem is written in a wonderful way in the summer tower, and the nobles sighed.

They really can't think of something better!

Li Shimin smiled and suddenly looked at Li Yun and asked deliberately: "I see King Zhao's face is entangled. Do you think this poem cannot compete with it? If you are willing to admit defeat, I will decide that Changsun won."

"Win? It's not that simple..."

Li Yun smiled, took a step forward with his hands behind his back, suddenly exhaled and slowly spit out two words: "Pity for the farmer!"

OK, now you need to start installing forks!

Hoe the till noon,

Sweat drips into the soil.

Who knows the food on the plate?

Every grain is hard.

As soon as the four lines of poetry are released, needles can be heard everywhere. This poem is a great killer for the poet. As long as it is released, it will be a killer.

How can I compare this?

It's incomparable!

Changsun Chong's eyes were obviously straightened, and the nobles looked disappointed. They were about to express it. As a result, King Zhao of Xifu blocked the road. A poem of compassion for farmers was only twenty words, which seemed to describe summer, but the meaning was shocking.

The hardships of the people are fully visible in this poem.

It's incomparable!

The ultimate kill!

The nobles looked at each other and suddenly they all felt bitter.

It's like a prostitute who went to a brothel and finally won the top first place after several competitions. However, before he could kiss Fangze, a ferocious man suddenly rushed into the room. Haha, he laughed wildly, and directly took the lead and shot him, and saw blood.

Changsun Chong took a deep breath, suddenly bowed and bowed to Li Yun solemnly, saying, "Your Highness, it seems that this king's bet is not easy to get."

After saying that, he turned around with a bitter smile, but he didn't plan to continue comparing.

Such a quick and easy way made everyone present look at each other with admiration. The nobles were still a little hesitant and seemed to want to struggle again, but Li Shimin suddenly spoke slowly and made a conclusion: "The first literary battle, King Zhao won."

After saying that, he sighed again and said with a wry smile: "What a compassion for farmers. I didn't expect that this kind of poem could be written as a summer topic. At noon, the sun was hoeing and sweat dripped into the soil. I suddenly felt that today's flower appreciation conference should not be held. The people of the people are suffering, but we are enjoying flowers in the garden. King Zhao of Xifu, you won, you taught everyone another lesson."

The emperor's tone was very melancholy.

Li Yun subconsciously touched his nose and said a little disappointed: "I just felt a moment of emotion and did not intend to destroy everyone's mood."

Li Shimin glared at him fiercely and said, "I think you have made up your mind to do something bad."

Li Yun really felt wronged this time.

He never expected this to end before copying the poem.

There were only one match in five literary battles, and in theory there were four more matches in the next, but the nobles were all unable to get interested, or they had no confidence to win for a while.

Young people are young, but the older generation doesn't care about this. They sympathize with the people, but they can't admit defeat by fighting for the title of prince. The ministers winked at their children and hinted that the second round of the literary battle should be started as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, the younger generation still couldn't raise their confidence, and both of them stood there in disappointment. Compared with the shameless faces of the older generation, the younger generation of the Tang Dynasty still wanted shame.

The atmosphere in the garden suddenly became a little depressing.

Li Shimin's mood was even more depressed...

He took out the title of the king today for a special purpose. As a result, Li Yun's poem "Please kill the peasant" was a pity, which made the emperor's plan kill him on the spot.

How can I play this?

At this moment, I suddenly heard a laugh from the crowd, but when Cheng Yaojin suddenly stood up, he said to everyone with a rough voice: "It turns out that writing fight is just writing poetry. I, Old Cheng, thought it was a big deal. If I could win the title of king, then Old Cheng could win the title of king."

These words made everyone stunned, but Li Shimin's eyes lit up.

The emperor immediately spoke up and pretended to be curious: "Is that so? Cheng Zhijie actually wrote poems too?"

Lao Cheng looked proud and said to the sky: "It's not just about writing poems, but also good sentences. It's not about Lao Cheng's self-proclaiming, we were also geniuses who were both civil and military."

Li Shimin's face twitched a few times. Old Cheng's words made people want to beat someone up after hearing this, but the emperor needed someone to come out to smooth things over. So he pretended to be curious and asked again: "If Cheng Zhijie really could write a poem, why not say it and everyone would like to comment. If it was a good sentence, I would definitely reward him."

"Ah hahaha!"

Old Cheng laughed twice and said proudly: "Your Majesty is indeed a kind person. It's not a pity that Old Cheng has saved your life twice."

As he said that, he suddenly took three steps in front and said arrogantly: "When I was in Fanyang City, King Zhao of Xifu once wrote a poem about spring morning, which won praise from everyone at that time, but Lao Cheng felt that it was very ordinary. Over the past two years, Lao Cheng thought about it and finally changed the poem. It just so happened that His Majesty was going to use summer as the theme. So let Lao Cheng write a poem about Xia Xiao, so that you can all see it. Don't say that we are a rude in the future..."

Good guy, not only do you have to write poems, but also change poems!

The ministers present suddenly became curious.

Poetry is a sentence that comes from the heart, and it is generally difficult to change after writing it. If someone really changes it, then the literary talent of the person who changes the poem will inevitably be stronger than that of the person who writes the poem.

If this matter is put on civil officials, it is not surprising for everyone, but if it is put on the body of the first hob in the court, it is always surprising for some reason.

At this time, even Li Shimin began to be unable to suppress his curiosity, because the pride on Lao Cheng's face was so confusing. The emperor thought Lao Cheng was trying to smooth things over for him, but now he felt that Lao Cheng might really be able to write poetry.

"If Cheng Zhijie really allowed Wen and Wu, he could give the Cheng family a remote king..."

This is what the emperor said in his heart.

As everyone expected, Lao Cheng had done enough foreplay, but when the old hooligan coughed and cleared his throat, he suddenly made a thick sound, and said like a gong: "Xia Xiao"

It’s hot in summer and there are mosquitoes biting everywhere.

There is a sound of slap at night, how many bumps on the body are known?

Lao Cheng was lazy and turned over to sleep, and all the mosquitoes were fed.

It was so uncomfortable to bite, so I pulled my wife to do it.

As soon as this poem was released, the entire imperial garden was silent. Li Shimin's eyes were straightened. The ministers present were stunned. After a long time, a civil minister shouted and beat his chest and said, "As soon as Duke Lu's poem was released, we were like entering the toilet. It was stinking, and it was stinking..."

Li Shimin only felt his hands trembling. After enduring a few times, he still couldn't help but beat someone. The emperor suddenly kicked up, kicking the proud old Cheng away, and angrily scolded: "Shameless, a gentle and scum, get aside for me. I never want to see you again today."

Lao Cheng was obviously dissatisfied and shouted loudly: "Your Majesty is jealous of Lao Cheng's talent. I didn't expect to be so shameless as an emperor. Humph, is Lao Cheng's poem not rhyme enough? Is Lao Cheng's poem not connotation enough?"

Do you still know the rhyme? Do you still know the connotation? Your poem is not as good as the limerick of a three-year-old child. You dare to say that Your Majesty is jealous of your talent. Why don’t you die of your shameless hob?

Several dukes suddenly rushed out of the crowd and beat Lao Cheng with a blow. Everyone who hit people was famous, and even a few princes were among them.

These fierce generals beat Lao Cheng to the point of grimacing and scolded each other: "We are military generals. If we can't write poetry, don't write poetry. You must do whatever you want to do, and you will lose all the face of military generals..."

As he said that, he was harsh and gritted his teeth while beating, "I let you turn over and sleep, and I let you feed the mosquitoes."

Lao Cheng is not a good person. He has never been beaten passively in his life. Although several powerful generals beat him up at this time, Lao Cheng kicked Zhang Liangzi directly. With a bang, he kicked Zhang Liang's crotch directly.

Then Lao Cheng rubbed his body and started to squirt out his saliva. It happened that opposite him was Li Xiaogong, the prince of Hejian. This saliva directly spitted Li Xiaogong's face.

Old Cheng was in power and was unforgivable. He instantly punched him out, but when Li Xiao groaned, his eyes were beaten up with black eyes.

"Hahaha!"

Old Cheng was extremely proud, and he fought against several dukes by himself. He suddenly turned to look at Li Yun and laughed and taught: "King Zhao, you can see clearly. These are the unique skills of my Cheng family. Kick the eggs first in the fight, and win half of everything. Slap the face first in the fight, and seal the eyes first with a mouthful of thick phlegm. Ah hahaha, invincible, uh, second brother, you have to do it anyway..."

With a bang, Lao Cheng was kicked away directly.

It was Qin Qiong who made his feet. The yellow-faced man was so angry that his face turned blue.

The fierce generals rushed forward, held Lao Cheng and beat him up.

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Chapter completed!