"One bite, two bites, three bites, four bites, the one who eats the moon is a dog. After eating, have another pot of wine and ride on a donkey backwards."
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How is this a poem?
Children's songs are better written than this.
The emperor turned around and stared at his children with a gloomy expression.
"Your Majesty, the princes are still young. They don't have much knowledge or experience, so it's rare for them to write poems like this."
The Hanlin Academy official standing nearby saw that the emperor looked unhappy and immediately lowered his head.
Now is the time to do the prince a favor.
If he does it right, these princes will remember him for the rest of their lives.
No matter who becomes emperor in the future, he will never forget him.
The emperor closed his eyes.
He glanced at the child with a childish face again.
I thought to myself, maybe I’m asking too much of them!
"We've passed this level for now. Next up is the couplet. My dear, please give us the question!"
After a while.
A group of princes hesitated when faced with the first couplet.
Even if it matches, either the rhythm is wrong or it is not neat, not to mention the meaning.
"waste!"
The emperor slammed the table and cursed.
"Your Majesty, they are still young..."
"Are they still young?"
"When I was their age, I already held this position. Every day I faced the oppression of the Dugu family and the mockery of powerful officials. And what about them? They give me whatever I want, and they can't even write simple couplets or poems. How can I safely hand over the world to them?"
"Your Majesty, the examinations are not yet complete. Perhaps the princes still have achievements in martial arts."
Huh~
The emperor let out a long sigh.
Suppress the dissatisfaction in your heart.
"Go to the martial arts arena, and I will personally test and teach you martial arts."
Two hours later.
Bang!
"Assholes! A bunch of useless people. How can I hand over the future of the world to them?"
In the martial arts arena, the emperor smashed everything that could be smashed.
"They are not good at policy writing, they are all stupid. Their poetry and couplets are almost nothing, and their martial arts are even worse. They are wasting all our royal resources, and they are not as good as the children of the outside families."
Thinking of the children of the noble families outside, the emperor became even angrier.
If our descendants cannot compare to them, how can the Great Xia Dynasty suppress these aristocratic families in the future?
"Your Majesty, the princes are still young after all!"
"Still young? More than a decade ago, the fifth son of the Zhao family, at the age of eighteen, had already become an innate master. Look at them, they haven't even reached the acquired level today."
The more I think about it, the angrier I get.
Especially the pressure from the Zhao family was too great.
Eighteen-year-old Xiantian.
More than ten years have passed, and I'm afraid that person has reached the level of controlling spirits.
After he abdicated, none of these children could rival the Zhao family.
What’s even more terrible is that the two eunuchs are still at the peak of the spiritual control realm in the palace.
One of them was becoming increasingly thinner.
The deadline is approaching.
pressure!
The pressure from the future is always weighing on his head.
There is no hope.
The seven princes trained as successors were almost all mediocre.
I'm afraid the emperor would never have thought that his least favored fourth prince was actually a genius.
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