"The prince's couplet is well-crafted, indeed a fine pair of couplets. On this Lantern Festival day, there's no need to limit ourselves to guessing riddles."

  It's really ridiculous. Han Qi has already applauded and said it was good, but... who is this? He actually dared to be so shameless as to force a couplet.

  "This is riddle-guessing."

  "Is it guessing riddles?"

  I'm not sure if I really understand now. According to Zhao Xi's understanding, when facing colleagues, being foolish and unknowing, once you've lost face, you should cover your face and leave...

  "Xier is a genius of my clan who has not yet made his mark on the world, still young and prone to mistakes. Xier, how could you weaken the literary splendor of our imperial court? The riddle can be raised again..."

  I'm going! Zhao Xi was very hurt, it's already like this, and yet there are still people who are mocking that person who should be hiding in shame.

  Who is this again? Is it still about my clan?

  "Xi'er, this is your uncle, the Minister of Rites, King of Yuannan."

  I understand... Zhao Xi's riddle is not easy to guess, and since someone has mentioned couplets, those who can't guess the answer all hope it's a couplet. Even if they don't think so, then Zhen Nan Wang's extra sentence makes it a couplet anyway!

  Good! Extremely good! Zhao Xi really doesn't know whether to admire the cleverness or stupidity of the King of Yunnan. I reckon those who can't guess the answer will think this is actually a couplet.

  As royalty, seniority doesn't need to be mentioned by others, it's obvious. Zhao Xie isn't the crown prince or an emperor, so in terms of age or clan relations, he really can't overstep his bounds in this situation.

  "Guessing riddles is just guessing riddles. Since Zongbo holds Xiao Wang in such high esteem, I naturally don't dare to back down."

  Zhao Xi very politely bowed, only to say that when the words came out, some of the gentlemen around Old Zhou's mouth twitched, some eyes gleamed with interest, and Old Du Yan just nodded...

  "Early... just this one word, guess an idiom."

  "Your Honor, Your Highness, fellow colleagues, the time is already late, our annual poetry compositions should be presented now, let us not miss this auspicious occasion."

  When Zhao Xi spoke out the riddle, Han Ji did not applaud this time, but instead came up with a Qian Kun Da Nuo Yi...

  "Indeed, Yong Shu and Tong Shu, both of you are masters of poetry and literature. I'm afraid you have already composed great works in your minds, and wish to respond to this beautiful scene."

  Zhao Xi is so depressed!

  The most annoying thing is that you scold someone, but he doesn't understand. You take out a knife, and someone comes to mediate.

  Zhao Xi had originally planned to play along with the King of Runan's honeyed words and sword in the belly, but as a result of being stirred up by Han Qi and Du Yan... he completely lost his appetite, not to mention having any more chances to fight, even his emotions were extinguished.

  Being scolded back by their husbands, it's normal even if it were the two princes or government officials being scolded back.

  The muddle-headed person continued to be muddled, while the clear-headed one looked around at the two princes, the younger one still wanting more, and the older one bewildered and unaware.

  This play is not worth watching anymore...

  Starry lights connect nine cities

  The fragrance of the river flows across thousands of gates

  The beauty seems to follow one's wishes

  Willow shows flowers in front of the moon half hazy

  No one cooperates with Zhao Xi's subtle war of words, but someone cooperates with Han Qi's poetry of feigning illness.

  Han Qi and Du Yan had just made their proposal when Old Man Yan Shu opened his mouth.

  Zhao Xi glanced at his uncle, King Runan... seemed a bit dissatisfied, but also obediently stopped.

  This poem seems to have been written down by Zhao Xi in a small notebook, but he can't quite remember who the author is. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be Yan Shu, and in Zhao Xi's impression, Yan Shu seemed to be good at playing with words.

  Zhao Xi finally saw what the grandeur of Song Dynasty literature was... From then on, it seemed like Yan Shu was truly casting a brick to attract jade, and no matter whether they could be ranked or not, people were not stingy in showing off their talents. Poems and essays came out one after another, as if effortlessly plucked from thin air, without ever stopping.

  Last New Year's Eve, the flower market was as bright as daytime.

  The moon is at the tip of the willow branch, and people are invited after sunset.

  This year's New Year's Eve, the moon and lamp are still there

  No one from last year is seen, tears wet the spring sleeve

  Ouyang Xiu's poem finally appeared, and Zhao Xi also saw the moment when the eight masters personally composed the poem.

  But he felt something was clearly off... He remembered that when he studied this article, the teacher explained it as a young couple's longing for each other, seemingly saying it was a small sentiment after being apart for a year. And now...

  Zhao Ximing clearly saw Ouyang Xiuzhi's resentful eyes towards his own father.

  The new policy has been implemented so far, and the promotion of the new accounting method has also touched the intricate nodes of Shilin, making it difficult for the new policy to move forward.

  At the same time, this emperor himself was not a man of firm stance. More and more advice had already made him waver in his heart about the new policy.

  Perhaps Ouyang Xiu's prediction for the new year is also a longing for his comrades in the new policy. So-called youthful male and female emotions... aren't entirely nonsense either.

  Apart from Fan Zhongyan, Han Qi and Fu Bi, who else understands the deep affection between them?

  Let's just consider it as sentimental thoughts, so as not to disrupt the festive atmosphere.

  There are always people who don't like this harmonious atmosphere between monarch and minister, they always want to show off their presence, then stir up the atmosphere.

  "Your Excellency, I've heard that Xi'er has a talent for poetry. On such a beautiful evening, our imperial family cannot let the literary spirit weaken. Xi'er, I propose that you, on this Lantern Festival night, present your masterpiece to show off the literary splendor of our clan."

  Get out of here! Zhao Xi really wanted to catch this old man and slap him a few times.

  What clan honor? What clan prestige? Can't you see the kind of people we have here? They're all elites, they've all gone through imperial examinations and emerged as top talents from a pool of thousands!

  You actually let a 4 or 5 year old kid represent the royal family's honor? Are you really not caring about the clan's honor or are you letting Xiao Ye take the blame?

  Zhao Xizhen was getting a bit annoyed.

  The old and hoarse voice of King Yunan suddenly made the atmosphere cool down.

  Zhao Xi looked back... someone was dodging her line of sight.

  So it was! It seems someone has told the King of Ru Nan the answer to that riddle.

  Is it useful? Early... Weeding without removing the roots, but it's not what you said to me, but what I said to those miscellaneous people of your faction.

  Zhao Xi suddenly gained momentum...

  "Poetry expresses one's will, lyrics express emotions. Today on New Year's Eve, reciting poetry is for entertainment, and playing around is the main goal. If Prince E has some poetic lines, it would be great to let everyone appreciate them as well. Don't mention Mo Yan's literary fame."

  Got it! Han Qi said so, Zhao Xi couldn't help but lose that fighting spirit.

  He also felt that there was nothing to fight for, and what the old master Wang said was so grandiose, he couldn't just sit cross-legged and scold his mother.

  If you really stop here, no matter what the gentlemen think, Shilin will say that his own talent is afraid of being discounted.

  Dazzling clothes and beautiful makeup wherever you go

  Six streets of lanterns and fire, noisy children

  Long shirt, what am I for?

  Also amidst the laughter and chatter of tourists

  Zhaohui rummaged through his stomach, and finally found a poem that was both fitting for the occasion and suitable for his current feelings.

  Being a doll, I must have had the heart to run on the streets and play with other children in the midst of lanterns.

  Though absent in body, I am with you in spirit.

  "Good! Very good!"

  It's Old Han again! You're really shouting loudly, aren't you?

  Zhao Xi was also surprised, although he used to be a literature enthusiast and couldn't afford books, he had copied many famous poems, but never thought that after so many years, they would still be so vivid in his memory.