Luck entry, starting from pretending to be a prince

Chapter 29 Hot Potato, Doctor Yushi

An Weiyang's jade hand placed under the table trembled uncontrollably, clenched tightly, with distinct joints.

The prince's move is too ruthless.

The great Confucian poems that she was asked to prepare were completely useless.

Write a poem for the picture of returning home in a snowy night.

Ji Tianci, a little hunter, doesn't know many big characters, so how can he know poetry?
On An Weiyang's jade back, there was a fine layer of fragrant sweat.

How to do?
Did the plan just fail?

So unwilling!

In An Weiyang's eyes, tears of unwillingness rolled faintly.

Although she was not reconciled in her heart, An Weiyang was still very rational, with the palm of her right hand facing down, a jade talisman was secretly taken out by her, hidden in the palm of her hand, ready to trigger escape at any time.

Just when An Weiyang was tangled in her thoughts, Ji Tianci's hearty laughter broke through her chaotic mind.

"Stick what you want, don't dare to ask for it!"

Ji Tianci put the picture of returning home in a snowy night on the table in front of him, without a trace of timidity, but full of confidence.

An Weiyang gave Ji Tianci a wink, as if to say more.

"can you?"

Ji Tian gave An Weiyang a reassuring look.

"It's a man, you can't say no!"

"Ma'am, help me study ink!" Ji Tianci ordered.

Seeing Ji Tianci's calm look, An Weiyang believed him for a while, and put away the moving jade talisman.

Fragrance with red sleeves.

Ji Tianci picked up his pen, and his eyes fell on the picture of the two children cooking beans in the picture of returning home on a snowy night.

In the painting, two children work together to cook beans, highlighting the harmony between brothers.

But Ji Tianci has another interpretation.

"Boil the beans and burn the Osmunda."

"The beans are weeping in the cauldron."

Ji Tianci picked up the pen and wrote these two poems on the scroll at an extremely fast speed.

An Weiyang saw the poem written by Ji Tianci.

Heart, suddenly sank to the bottom.

Pull out cool pull out cool.

Are these two lines poetry?

Not even a three-year-old's doggerel!

An Weiyang was annoyed, why did she believe in evil, and actually believed in Ji Tianci, a little hunter.

If the little hunter can compose poetry, the sow will climb the tree.

The prince saw the change in An Weiyang's eyes, from apprehension to despair, and he knew it instantly.

Steady!

This wave is stable!

Mr. Dong's ingenious plan disrupted Lao Wu's plan.

Let Lao Wu write poems temporarily, and Lao Wu can only make a fool of himself if he can write good poems.

The prince relaxed and leaned back on the chair, waiting for Ji Tianci to make a fool of himself.

Ji Tianci was completely unaware of the changes in the mentality of An Weiyang and the prince.

He paused at the tip of his pen, and then wrote the last two sentences.

"Born from the same root."

"Why is it too urgent to meet each other?"

An Weiyang's hand that studied ink suddenly stopped.

She only felt an electric current flow through her body, and her whole body was covered with goose bumps.

The first two sentences are straightforward and simple, like the ravings of a three-year-old child.

But the last two sentences are sharp and unstoppable, like two sharp swords, piercing the prince's chest.

Moreover, this poem was written at the invitation of the prince during the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet.

It must be immortal.

As for the prince in the poem who is too anxious to get involved, he will definitely be nailed to the pillar of shame.

In the future, when literati recite this poem, they will definitely think of the prince's persecution of the fifth prince, who forced the fifth prince to write this poem to protect himself at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet.

"My poem has been written, and I invite Brother Huang to taste it."

Ji Tianci put down the pen in his hand, and made a gesture of please to the prince.

"it is good!"

The prince immediately took over the picture of Returning on a Snowy Night.

He couldn't wait to read Ji Tianci's poem aloud.

Let Ji Tianci make a fool of himself in front of civil and military officials.

Let everyone know that Ji Tianci is not worthy of the title of little poet.

The previous poems were just prepared in advance.

The poem written by Ji Tianci was very short, and the prince finished it in a flash.

But next second.

The prince's face was ashen, and his fists burst out with veins due to anger.

"Originally born from the same root, why is it too urgent to fry each other!"

What does this mean?
Is this saying that Ben Gong bullied him?
Deceiving too much!

How dare Lao Wu write such a reverse poem?

The prince was so angry that his face turned blue and red. He had already thought that once this poem was spread.

This poem will be passed down through the ages.

I will be infamous for thousands of years.

The prince only felt a sweet smell of blood in his throat, as if it was about to gush out.

Seeing the prince standing there in a daze, he didn't say a word.

Ji Tianci couldn't wait any longer, a dangerous arc was drawn on the corner of his mouth, urging him.

"Brother Huang, why don't you taste it?"

Being urged by Ji Tianci, the prince was even more unbearable, veins burst out on his hands, suppressing the smell of blood in his throat, he said almost gnashing his teeth.

"I'm a loner with little talent and little knowledge, so I can't appreciate the poems of my fifth younger brother."

Can't the prince appreciate it?

In an instant, Ji Tianci's poems aroused the curiosity of many civil servants.

Although the crown prince's literary cultivation is not as good as Ji Tianci's, it's not that he can't even appreciate poetry.

For a moment, everyone was curious about what kind of poem Ji Tianci wrote.

"Your Majesty, please allow me to appreciate the poems of the Fifth Prince!"

In the state of Wu, there was a poet-crazed imperial doctor, who stood up and volunteered.

Doctor Yushi is one of the nine ministers, and he is proficient in poetry, and he came to taste it, and naturally no one objected.

"allow!"

Emperor Xiaoyuan said.

Doctor Yu Shi went to fetch the map of returning home in a windy and snowy night from the prince's hand. After taking it, he found that the map of returning home in a windy and snowy night was tightly held by the prince.

Doctor Yushi gave the prince a surprised look.

The prince looked displeased, and cast a gloomy glance at Doctor Yushi, and then reluctantly put down the picture of Returning in a Snowy Night.

In the eyes of the crown prince, Doctor Yushi sensed a hint of warning.

Doctor Yu Shi smiled without saying a word.

With a sneer in his heart, he looked down on the prince.

A poem by the fifth prince broke the prince's mentality.

The prince is not good at heart!

Doctor Yu Shi took away the picture of returning home in a snowy night, and looked at Ji Tianci's poems with great anticipation.

next second.

The look of anticipation on his face was gone.

Instead, there was a touch of fear and uneasiness.

He finally understood what was going on with the warning in the prince's eyes.

Once this poem spreads, the prince's reputation will be ruined.

He will bear the vicious reputation of persecuting his brothers all his life.

Doctor Yushi is not a princeling, nor is he a member of the five princelings. He is just a neutral person.

He didn't want to be involved in the vortex of seizing the throne.

In an instant, in the eyes of Doctor Yu Shi, Ji Tianci's poems became a hot potato.

He wished he could slap himself immediately.

cheap!
cheap!

If you were not curious about the fifth prince's poems, you would not have received this hot potato.

Seeing that the imperial censor hadn't commented for a long time, Emperor Xiao Yuan became a little impatient.

"Jingzong, how about the fifth prince's poems?" Emperor Xiaoyuan urged.

Dou Da's cold sweat trickled down from the bridge of the doctor's nose.

(End of this chapter)