Chapter 642

In the main hall, his majesty wanted to test the knowledge of his own prince and daughter, so he gave a hundred and two gold colored heads for everyone to write poems on flowers.

The little guy didn't even have to think about it. He wrote a poem directly and finished it quickly. When the big ass aunt opposite was still blaming the two little girls around her, the little guy had handed in the paper.

The emperor, the Empress Dowager and the Empress Dowager would check every poem the eunuchs handed over. For those nonsense things that don't rhyme at all, they are directly thrown aside.

Such things, if read, will only pollute the noble's ears. Even with one more look, the emperor felt that he had polluted his dragon eyes.

They shook their heads and nodded again. The little guy dragged his cheeks and felt so bored. So he shifted his attention from the big ass aunt opposite to the fruit in front of him.

It's actually a big longan and some grapes that are hard to eat in winter. Some people will not be polite when they eat. They see that he has stretched out his little hand and began to peel grapes quickly.

A small pile of grape skins soon formed a small volcano on the table. When Mrs. Wu Hou saw him, she could only take out her handkerchief and occasionally wipe the grape juice around his mouth.

Tian Yuqiao did not show weakness. Anyway, she was not interested in writing poetry, so she took the dish of longan in front of her as an enemy. Her goal is to destroy them!

"Bah, it's really two stupid children from the mountains. They know how to eat."

A discordant voice came from the opposite side. The little guy didn't bother to pay attention to her and was still eating hard.

"I have 29 poems here, which are passable. Each of you can only throw one flower for one poem, not more. Do you understand?"

"Yes!" they all answered.

The little maidservant had put a flower basket beside each table with some silk flowers of different colors. These can be used by the court. You can't buy them outside.

The little guy smiled and took one and was about to draw on Tian Yuqiao's head.

"Don't make trouble, be serious." Tian Yuqiao shouted in a low voice.

A fat woman on the opposite side of the mill trembled with laughter. No, it should be that meat and oil should be thrown out.

"It's really childish. I don't know what to think that such a child can bring it out."

One poem after another was read out by the eunuch in a male duck's voice, and the little maid in waiting walked past everyone with a flower basket.

From time to time, someone threw silk flowers into the basket, and Tian Yuqiao occasionally threw one or two to others.

It's not her intention to vote for her brother, but the poems written by those people ~ alas, it's really hard to hear.

Or just rhyme, there is no artistic conception at all. Or you can't even press the rhyme. It sounds like a mess.

Such as "a group of geese fly south and two rows of roast ducks run north", it's even interesting to write it down. What's more ridiculous is that this nonsense has passed the "examination" of the emperor.

Poems like Doggerels floated by, and soon there was only the last piece of paper left.

Seeing that the eunuch had stopped reading, they thought it was over, so they all braced up and planned to wait for the announcement of the results to see who would spend the one hundred liang of gold.

As a result, his majesty took out the last piece of paper from the tray, and then read it himself: "I urge you not to cherish the golden wisp clothes, and I urge you to cherish the youth. The flowers can be folded, and you must fold straight, and don't wait for no flowers to fold branches."

Just after reading, the crowd at the bottom was in a mess. People all whispered under their heads. They didn't know who wrote this poem, but it could be read by his majesty himself.

"This poem can't be written by the Emperor himself? In order not to let his one hundred Liang gold fail."

"Don't talk nonsense. How is this possible? It must have been written by a prince with great talent. It must be."

"Everybody, don't forget to throw flowers. If you think this poem is good, please throw the silk flowers in your basket."

The little maid of honor didn't forget to remind everyone. After all, she was half gone at this time. People patronized and talked, and even forgot to throw flowers.

Fortunately, the reminder was timely, and the people behind threw a precious flower into the flower basket in the maid's hand.

The little guy couldn't help flattening his mouth and muttered, "Oh, really, why didn't she remind her earlier? She missed more than half."

With that, he cast a vote for himself.

Mrs. Wu Hou touched the back of his head and said with a smile, "OK, I didn't expect Wulang to be so talented. The godmother was really worried about you before."

There is no doubt that although the little guy started to vote on the flowers halfway, his votes have exceeded many people, comparable to another poem written fairly well.

The emperor frowned because they had the same amount of flowers. In this case, we usually have to compete again.

According to the rules, the little guy and the eleventh prince went out one after another. When Mrs. Shang Shu opposite saw the little guy out of the line, she opened her mouth and looked unbelievable.

"How could ~ that poem was written by this child just now? I don't believe it if I kill it."

The little guy made a face at her when he was out of the line to show his contempt for her ignorance.

There is a big difference in their height. Wulang is more than half a head shorter than each other.

The emperor was selfish in doing so. After all, Lao Tzu wanted his son to be outstanding.

The two children, one tall and one short, looked at each other. They didn't feel like a match in their eyes. There was a sense of sympathy. Those who could see it felt numb.

"Well, come on, you are all boys. Don't look at each other with that kind of eyes." the emperor couldn't help opening his mouth.

"Wow ~" the people below immediately burst into laughter. Fortunately, the two children are still young, otherwise they will be misunderstood as carrying the mountain.

"You two have the same number of flowers. Now let's have another round with the Empress Dowager's night pearl. What do you think?" the emperor asked with a smile.

They nodded one after another and thought it was OK.

The little guy was going to keep a low profile. After all, his opponent is a real prince. His family has offended the great prince, so he has a lot of trouble. If you offend the eleventh Prince again because of your arrogance, I'm afraid you will also be retaliated.

But when he saw the night pearl whose box was opened over there, he was ashamed ~ er, drooling at the bead.

The ninth princess was not far from the queen. She just saw the little guy drooling from the side and couldn't help laughing again.