Zhao Xi was still hesitating when a child had already finished writing.

  Fu Bi glanced at Han Ji... He was still closing his eyes, but the corners of his mouth were no longer twitching, and his eyelids had also stabilized. It seemed that he had also resigned himself to his fate.

  It's really making something out of nothing! This King Wu...

  Zhao Xi finally took action, while Sun Fu's heart seemed to be clenched even tighter.

  A few red clouds are about to fly... Zhao Xi wrote down the first sentence.

  Sun Fu's soul suddenly felt fully restored, and he immediately felt like his whole body was refreshed, as if he had eaten a cool ice on a hot summer day.

  He is not good at poetry and lyrics, but that doesn't mean he can't appreciate them. As soon as Zhao Xie wrote the first sentence, he already knew what Zhao Xie had been saying all along: nothing matters...

  With fragrance and elegance, resenting the spring twilight... Zhao Xi wrote down the second sentence.

  Immediately afterwards, Zhao Xi did not stop again and wrote down the last two sentences: The Eastern Emperor's rain and dew are worth a lot, last night the wind had already bestowed the imperial favor.

  A few red clouds seem about to fly

  With fragrance and elegance, resenting the spring twilight.

  How many grains of imperial rain and dew?

  Last night, the wind had already brought red leaves.

  Zhao Xi rummaged through his memory and finally found a poem about peonies, which he remembered was from the Ming Dynasty. He made some changes to the original poem, making it more suitable for today's situation, and seemingly alluding to something.

  Perhaps the Zhao family really has an artistic gene, whether it's their descendants or the current Zhao Xuan, even if he is only three years old, his handwriting is still elegant and beautiful.

  Sun Fu did not know what kind of expression he had on his face at this time, and if there was a copper mirror, he really wanted to take a look.

  The change was too sudden, he knew his fate at the age of heaven, but still being shocked by such a change, and even more stunned by Zhao Xi's poem.

  "Sir..."

  "Great! Good!"

  Sun Fudong didn't know how to express his feelings anymore. Like Zhao Xiyu and other children, when asked about poetry, he simply said five words!

  Ouyang Xiu browsed through the poems that had been copied and brought to him, but he couldn't tell which one was written from a child's perspective looking at peonies.

  He glanced at one and handed it over to Yan Shu, without even thinking of commenting on it, as it was meaningless. He could even match some lines with the people present.

  Drinking and feasting are not just one or two times, who has what kind of style, Ouyang Xiu is very clear.

  Yan Shu was once a chief examiner, and many of the names mentioned here were certified by him. A person's writing style is hard to change after becoming an adult.

  This so-called Tongying banquet was actually aimed at Sun Fu, that honest old man, and also at the young and innocent Prince of E.

  Too much!

  Ruan Jing looked... Jia Chang nodded his head, while Fu Bi and Han Qi had a helpless expression on their faces. Fan Zhongyan didn't even bother to look.

  Whether from a child's perspective or in terms of poetic quality, no one can make a false judgment.

  Sun Fu had already copied Zhao Xi's poem, and at the end of the signature, he squeezed the two characters after Zhao Ri Xuan a bit closer together... He did it on purpose, thinking that using his real name to sign off would be more appropriate for the prince.

  "What a great poem!"

  When Ouyang Xiu received the poem copied by Sun Fu, he couldn't help but praise it.

  Han Qi suddenly opened his eyes and leaned in... Heh heh! Han Qi pouted, pointing at Jia Changchao.

  "Yan Xianggong, Jia Xianggong, you can take a look at this poem. Yongshu thinks it should be the best."

  "I agree with Uncle!"

  It only takes one glance for Yan Shu to make a judgment, and indeed the poem's diction and meaning are of high quality, borrowing objects to describe people in a timely and fitting manner.

  "Sun Mingfu, this is Tong Yingyan's banquet, what brings you here this time?"

  Jia Changchao is not a mediocre person and naturally knows the good and bad of poetry.

  The poem prepared by the Crown Prince of Bo before, all passed through his hands. As for the children, Jia Changchao selected and filtered out the poems he had prepared, only keeping the ones that were still passable, even if there were some striking ones, they were all filtered out.

  After all, I don't want to eat too much and look ugly.

  "Lord Jia, I've heard that you're again focusing on the study of Confucian classics. Have you ever heard that Mingfu has a famous poem? This poem was actually written by my disciple Zhao... Riyu. Please, Lord Jia, evaluate it."

  The thief shouting to catch the thief? Anyone can see that the only new work on this scene is Wang Ye alone, and he is also a chief executive, but he is so unclear about right and wrong.

  Lian Hanqi also thought it was Sun Fu's work, only Fuyue stared at Zhao Xi in surprise... This King of E is really too cunning.

  "Is this okay? Hehe. Zǐ Míng agrees with this as the leader."

  Although he was reluctant, Jia Changchao felt helpless.

  Zhao Xi has been paying attention to this side, every expression, including language, he can see and hear clearly.

  Especially Jia Changchao's "heh heh" made him feel particularly piercing.

  Damn it! Don't believe me? I'll let you see again.

  "Sir, I have some other thoughts, may I..."

  Zhao Xi recently, directly ignoring all the relatives, only speaking to Sun Fu alone.

  Since they all pretend, he also needs to pretend that he only knows Sun Fu.

  Sun Fu didn't know what to do about this matter. He was just a scholar and could only watch as Fu Yue took charge.

  "Ready with pen and ink!"

  Ouyang Xiu didn't care about Jia Changchou's expression, he wanted to know what the Marquis of Wu felt...

  ……

  Zhao Zhen was now purely in a daze, his mind stirred into a mess by the King of Pu, with Zhao Xi's face occasionally flashing and mixing in.

  A person who fears trouble the most has never stopped having troubles.

  Empress Cao was always thinking about how to make Xier recognized by the scholars after this matter.

  The grand inheritance will not change, but a crucial point is that an emperor who is not recognized by the scholars and officials will inevitably be embroiled in struggles with the court and the emperor.

  She can understand Zhao Xi, it's absolutely not as easy for her own man to compromise, she must be a strong and determined person.

  "Returning to the official's residence, the prince's poetry and prose took first prize!"

  The eunuchs' tone was even higher this time. Their identity determined their stance, and in a sense, they were the Zhao family's slaves, or one of them.

  "What did you say?"

  Returning to the official residence, Wang Ye's poetry and prose won first prize, which was jointly recognized by Ouyang Xiang Gong and Yan Xiang Gong.

  Zhao Zhen was stunned, this... had never seen Xier recite poetry, what's going on?

  "Is this poem written by someone else?"

  Returning to his official residence, Mr. Sun said he was unskilled in poetry and literature, for Wang's new work.

  "What about the poem?"

  The lady-in-waiting handed over the prepared poem...

  This is... such a timely and fitting poem, it can't possibly be prepared in advance.

  "Is Xi'er like this too..."

  "It's official, I think it should be this way!"

  Dong Huang Yu Lu can pretend to be unaware, resenting Chun Hui for being inconsiderate. Xie Er can tell him: the wind has already bestowed its favor before dawn.

  Returning to the official's residence, Jia asked Wang about his new work, and Wang had a different feeling. At this time, he was just coming out with a new work!

  "Go and investigate quickly!"

  Never mind, Xi'er is still a child, even if he speaks out of turn, his father will take responsibility for him.

  When fortune smiles and wind blows

  And share the mountain flowers as red companions

  Even in the imperial court, I am still drenched in the five hardships.

  Perhaps all will be in vain come spring

  Nothing's wrong! This poem is purely describing the process of peony from sprouting, blooming to withering. But now who in Caishantang is a fool?

  When Zhao Xi finished writing the poem, the faces of all the people in Zishantang... were absolutely stunning.

  "Xiwén thinks this work is even better, Yǒngshū, Tóngshū, what do you all think?"

  Fan Zhongyan wanted to laugh! The dignified prime minister designed such a trick for a child, but was directly slapped back by the child.

  This feeling is great. If it were a thousand years later, Fan Zhongyan would definitely shout: Damn it's cool!

  "Yong Shu agreed, saying it should be so."

  Ouyang Xiu didn't care about Yan Shu's old good man, and bluntly agreed, not forgetting to take a look at Jia Changchou's face which had already turned gloomy.