With a cheating device, what else can you do except pretending to be cool? With a little effort, you can become the focus of the audience.

How boring is it to win every time? At least let the children...

Well... the old kids are happy.

"Husband, won't you write one?"

Li Xiuzhu shook his head and said, "One more or one less doesn't make much difference, and now there are so many adults here, we have to give everyone a chance to perform. If the first place is directly selected, who will work hard?"

Li Xiuzhu's voice was not loud, but not small either. In this quiet moment of writing poetry, many people heard it.

Suddenly some people frowned in displeasure, while others looked pleasant.

Those who frowned were all capable and felt that Li Xiuzhu was too arrogant and looked down on them.

People who are pleasant and cheerful are naturally more self-aware.

Li Xiuzhu doesn't care what others think, since he has always been used to doing things his own way.

Li Liuli curled her lips and looked unhappy after hearing what Li Xiuzhu said.

She was the type who wished her husband could kill everyone and crush everyone else, so she was a little unhappy to hear Li Xiuzhu say that.

Time passed quickly, and the time of an incense stick had passed. Wang Defa stepped forward and began to sing: "The time of an incense stick has come, and I shall put an end to my writing."

Li Kuo paused for a moment, looked at everyone and saw that they had put down their pens before he spoke: "I think all of you have good works, but an incense stick is not long after all, so it is normal that some of you have not finished."

"Then, those who haven't finished will place the paperweight horizontally on the paper, and those who have finished will read it one by one, and after they are finished, everyone will comment on it."

"The prime minister is the most senior official among all the officials, and he is also the head of the civil officials, so why not start with the prime minister to inspire others."

Fu Wenhan was not surprised to hear this, as he had always taken the lead in previous years. So he responded calmly and said, "Then I will be disrespectful to refuse."

"It was the first time of the New Year last year, and today I am revisiting the old trip.

Life is only a hundred years long, but there are so many things in the world.

With white hair looking at each other, we seem old; facing the green mountains, I feel sad.

The bright moon and the fresh breeze are beautiful; the floating clouds and flowing water are like waves.

One third of the spring scenery has gone, and half of the plum blossoms are still on the slope. "

After Fu Wenhan finished reading, he sat down. This poem was his perception and portrayal. It seemed to be about scenery, but in fact it was about life.

It tells a story about the passage of time, the changes in everything, but the mountains and rivers remain the same.

"Well, Prime Minister, this poem really describes the experiences of old guys like us."

"Compared with the Prime Minister, my poetry really falls behind."

"The old prime minister is indeed the head of the civil service."

“…”

...? ? ? Fu Wenhan frowned at the officials: What's the matter? No one really thinks I'm old, right? I'm only in my forties, not yet at the age of knowing my destiny.

I can still beat you for at least ten years!

Silently taking note of those who called him old, Fu Wenhan, who had been upright all his life, felt like making things difficult for them.

Li Kuo also smiled and concluded: "The old prime minister's poem is good, but whether it is the best depends on the ministers'."

"Lord Sun, it's your turn."

Well, I won’t make things difficult for you, so just pretend you didn’t hear it.

Sun Jingyang stood up after hearing this and said, "I'm not as good as Lao Fu, so I'll just compose a five-character quatrain for you to listen to."

"Firecrackers startle the end of the twelfth lunar month, and pepper flowers celebrate the end of the year. The east wind blows the willow branches, and reaches the emperor's residence first."

"Well, Lord Sun's poem may be short, but it is closely related to celebrating the New Year's Eve today."

"Lord Sun's poems are realistic and have beautiful rhymes. I am impressed."

“…”

Li Kuo also nodded.

"Sun Aiqing's poem hits the point very well."

"Song Aiqing, it's your turn. I can't see the paperweight from behind. My Aiqing, please take the initiative."

After Li Kuo finished speaking, everyone responded.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

“…”

"I prepared four rows, and I'm sorry."

“I have a New Year in Mount Penanan.

The spring breeze blows my clothes, and the sun and the moon return.

A hundred years of life is like a horse passing a test.

What brings me joy? Only wine and beauty.

Today is the Lantern Festival, and the lights are dim.

Tomorrow morning is the festival, and the fun is not over yet."

Song Lian's poems have a strong rhythmic flavor, and reading them gives people a sense of festive joy. It would be better to say that he is showing off rather than making a fool of himself.

Considering Song Lian's status, he was bound to receive compliments.

Sure enough, after Song Lian finished reading his poems, everyone started to compliment him again.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

"Lord Song's poem rhymes and is joyful, which goes well with the festive scene."

"Haha, Lord Li has finished what I wanted to say. Lord Song's four-character regulated verse is also unique."

“…”

These people were all civil servants, so which one of them was not proficient in poetry and songs? Except for them, the others were not bad either.

For example, Mr. Wang’s "Great Thoughts".

"The spring breeze blows green all over the world, and the New Year brings new splendor. Sitting alone by the window, I feel lonely, and a curtain of sparse rain falls on plum blossoms."

Mr. Han’s “The Fleeting Years”.

"The horse has already neighed in the dust, and I am back on the saddle to step on the spring. Who are the peach and plum trees in my old garden now?"

"New Year" by Lord Wei.

"This year is a happy New Year, and people are full of joy. The old man walks out with a cane, and his children bow to the trees in the courtyard."

Although the others are not quite up to par, those who can become civil servants are almost the same.

It's just that the military generals are a bit inferior.

There is no way. There are not many educated Confucian generals, and many of the military generals cannot even read a few words.

However, most of them did not perform on stage. However, Wu Anjun wrote a poem of great quality. It was not only about the New Year, but also about the battlefield.

"At the end of the year, I feel sad and depressed when I travel far away; at the beginning of the year, the travelers from the sea are depressed.

Where are you as the wind and dust pass by? The frost and snow have left your hair withered.

The dream of returning home is far away after thousands of miles of crossing the river; the bells and drums at the fifth watch make the traveler’s soul lose.

Tomorrow is the middle of spring, and the plum blossoms are still falling all over the ground."

After this incident happened, the atmosphere became a bit depressing. Although everyone knows that people who go to the battlefield have a hard time, but if you bring it up at this time, it really seems like you are speaking against them.

Such a festive occasion, such a good time...

The civil servants, who were used to a comfortable life, felt that Wu'an Jun Baizhan was a little immature.

Seeing the silent atmosphere, Wu Anjun Baizhan raised the corners of his mouth and put on a sarcastic smile.

Li Kuo was just about to say something to warm up the atmosphere when Li Xiuzhu spoke.

"Wu'an Jun is worthy of the title of a Confucian general. This poem truly describes the life of those soldiers and generals who fought for the country."

"They have fought for the people and the Great Zhou their entire lives. I, Li Xiuzhu, admire them."

"This glass of wine is for Wu Anjun."

Wu'an Jun Bai Zhan was stunned when he heard Li Xiuzhu's words, looked at Li Xiuzhu, and then suddenly smiled.

This little guy who has been to the battlefield is indeed different.

It's a pity that he is from the civil service side.

Bai Zhan raised his glass and clinked it with Li Xiuzhu from a distance.

"The Duke is really interesting. You can come to my house when you are free, if you want."

Li Xiuzhu was stunned. He understood the meaning of Wu Anjun's words. However, he was not in the faction to begin with, so there was no difference between civil officials and military officials to him.

"Since Wu Anjun has invited me, I will visit you after I finish my busy schedule, but it will probably take half a month."

(End of this chapter)