"Jealous? Wenfen?" Li Yuanchang's eyebrows were twisted heavily, but Li Shimin's eyes lit up and he quietly gave Changsun a thumbs up.

The queen was very beautiful and changed the nature of Han Yue's beating the prince. Originally, the ministers would have been criticized for beating the royal family, but if the matter between men and women was involved, it would be a different matter.

Li Yuanchang is less than 20 this year, and Han Yue is not even as tall as the champion. Both of them are young and strong. They fight for women. It is reported that when the world will only give out a thumbs up and praise: "Marquis of Jingyang is going to be the one who dares to compete with the prince!"

Beating the prince is one saying. Beating the prince for a woman is another saying. Beating the prince is a crime of rebellion, but is beating the prince for a woman...

Love!

Jealousy!

Faced with the royal family, be strong and unyielding!

Everyone in the world loves gossip, they only focus on these words, and chatting after dinner will definitely not defile Han Yue's reputation.

Even bad things turn into good things!

A handsome young man, a romantic and handsome man, dares to fight with the prince for the sake of a woman, the good people in the world will only praise Jingyang Hou as awesome, and literati and poets will also find this matter romantic.

Li Shimin thought about this and smiled at the sky.

How smart the emperor was, how could he give Li Yuanchang another chance to refute and directly concluded: "The seventh brother Guan can make a fuss, how can he fight for the woman and his subordinates? This is inappropriate. Even if he is jealous, he should follow the queen's proposal. You should fight in a literary battle."

Li Yuanchang's face turned blue. His bitter plan tonight had already achieved great results, but unexpectedly, he was suppressed by the emperor and the queen, which was jealous.

In this way, Han Yue's reputation will not be tainted, but the reputation of his royal family will be greatly damaged.

One mistake was a complete defeat, and Li Yuanchang sighed to the sky.

He swept the crowd, quietly touched an old guy's eyes, then withdrew his gaze, pretended to smile bitterly, "My brother is also anxious. Wang Lingxue is the woman who just came down to the betrothal gift, but the Marquis of Jingyang came forward to tease her. Which man can tolerate this matter?"

His words still have traps. At first glance, he was blaming himself, but in fact he implied Han Yue seducing a good woman.

Changsun's face turned angry. She finally won the city back, so how could she allow Li Yuanchang to pour cold water on Han Yue again? The queen said to Li Shimin directly: "Your Majesty, I will celebrate Yizi's birthday tonight. I have heard that there is meat without wine and the banquet without poetry cannot be enjoyed. Why don't you give me a few questions now and let my seventh brother fight with Hou Wen in Jingyang?"

This is a determined intention to implement the jealousy. Li Shimin and she are young couples, so why don’t they know Changsun’s meaning? He laughed and said, “It’s very good, it’s very good. Literary fighting is an elegant matter. I’ll be the referee!”

His eyes were bright and he suddenly said meaningfully: "But since it's a literary fight, you have to have some good luck, otherwise it would be boring to fight. Seventh brother, how about you and the Marquis of Jingyang each weigh one million coins?"

"One million guan?" Li Yuanchang gasped and shivered. Although he was a prince, his fiefdom was only ten thousand acres. How could he take out one million guan?

Having said that, what if he takes out a million yuan? Who doesn’t know that Han Yue is rich enough to compete with his country, and competing with him for money is simply boring.

Changsun suddenly chuckled. She pretended to support Li Yuanchang, but in fact she was secretly mocking and said casually: "Your Majesty, literary fight is an elegant matter. How can you let your seventh brother gamble with the Marquis of Jingyang? Even if he can gamble, it's not embarrassing enough..."

Li Shimin pretended to be stunned and said, "I forgot this. Seventh brother, don't blame me, Seventh brother!"

The couple sang together, and Li Yuanchang's face turned red and changed. He knew that he was slapping the face, but he could only obediently.

Otherwise, if Li Shimin really wants him to take out a million yuan but he can't take it out, that would be embarrassing to his grandma's house.

Changsun felt that the suppression was almost done, so he said: "Your Majesty, let's give up the gambling matter, but what you said makes sense. The literary fight needs to be a little good start, otherwise it will be boring. I don't know if it is feasible?"

"Even if the queen says, I will support it..."

Changsun smiled gracefully, suddenly pointed to Wang Lingxue standing next to him, and giggled, "It's better to use this girl's wedding book as an annotation. The seventh brother and the Marquis of Jingyang are jealous for her, and just use literary fights to establish their belongings. If this matter can be accomplished, it will be considered a romantic story..."

Li Yuanchang was shocked and shouted hurriedly: "Why do you dare to do this? I have given this betrothal gift for this woman." Wang Lingxue is a stunning beauty. He has regarded this woman as a forbidden body. Changsun's move is clearly to cut off his heart.

His family knows his family affairs, Han Yue and Wen are famous all over the world, and he will definitely lose if he fights with him later.

He was worried, but Li Shimin laughed and said, "This matter is settled, Wen Dou wins a marriage letter, and it is a romantic matter..." The emperor's eyes flashed, and he suddenly glanced at Li Yuanchang, and said meaningfully: "Seventh brother, don't worry, I allow you to seek help and fight against the Marquis of Jingyang!"

This was obviously a sarcastic mockery of him, but unfortunately Li Yuanchang had to bite the bullet and take it.

If he doesn't accept it, he will lose the woman.

After receiving it, his reputation was tainted.

A prince and a marquis fight with a man, and need to find someone to help the group fight. If this matter is spread, it will inevitably become a big joke.

"Just jokes are jokes..." Li Yuanchang gritted his teeth suddenly. Anyway, he had been labeled as lustful and jealous by Changsun tonight. If he lost this battle again, he would really lose his wife and his army.

He suddenly looked up, swept his eyes sharply, and said with some meaning: "People who are usually in love with me will come out to help me with Wendou Jingyang Marquis!"

The people in the yard looked at each other, not knowing what Li Yuanchang meant, suddenly a few scholars walked out of the crowd. Li Shimin took a look and smiled faintly.

"Seventh brother, is this the scholar you are good friends with? They are all famous poets!"

Li Yuanchang's pupils shrank, and he said, "My brother has always been closer to Wang, making friends through literature, and making friends through literature..."

"What a friend who makes friends with literature! A thousand-year-old family is everywhere, and even the prince can make friends with literature!" Li Shimin smiled leisurely and stopped talking.

It turned out that the scholars who came out to help Li Yuanchang were all from the Wang family in Taiyuan.

Li Yuanchang gritted his teeth and bowed his hands, saying respectfully: "Your Majesty, please give a question!" He was really afraid that Li Shimin would pursue it, so he quickly led the topic to the literary fight.

Since ancient times, the royal family has been a taboo. He did not want to fight in literature before, but now he is eager to start the fight in literature quickly. Li Shimin's eyes are as sharp as a knife, and Li Yuanchang is really scared.

Fortunately, Li Shimin smiled slightly, and seemed not to intend to investigate the matter. The emperor put his hands behind his back, looked up at the stars in the sky, and said leisurely: "Tonight you two are jealous because you are too young and the young man is passionate and bloody. My first question is guided by the young man. You can write a poem for each of you."

"Taking the young man as the title?" Everyone in the venue murmured, and the scribes even buried their heads and thought hard, trying their best to make a poem that suits the situation.

Everyone was thinking, Cheng Yaojin suddenly jumped out and laughed wildly: "Writing poetry, I, Cheng, is the best at this. In the daytime, I first beat the heroes with a poem Xia Xiao, and then shocked everyone with a poem with a poem with a poem with a poem with a pond. Ah haha, I have already had a good sentence for this question..."

"You can pull it down!" Everyone rolled their eyes and overwhelmed the heroes. It was so shameless. Just your shit Xia Xiao, you are pulling your wife and making fun of it. Waiting for you to go home to see if your wife catches you in the face.

In fact, Mrs. Cheng had long wanted to catch Lao Cheng's face, but because the court officials arrived at the banquet, the emperor and the queen were also in the yard, so Lao Cheng escaped a disaster.

Li Shimin was also a little disgusted with this guy, and turned around and shouted: "Where is Cheng Chumo? Pull your father down and eat there to block his mouth!"

This was the emperor's order. Cheng Chumo was overjoyed. He quickly jumped out of the crowd, covered Old Cheng's mouth, and begged: "Dad, the chef over there has made a few more roast lamb legs, and the child will come to serve you to eat and drink."

Without waiting for Lao Cheng to refute while speaking, he dragged his father away with all his might.

At this moment, a scholar suddenly had his eyes lit up and said, "I have written a poem..." He bowed and bowed to Li Shimin, then looked proud and chanted faintly: "The young man rode a white horse and headed towards the northwest. He was so proud that he would never regret it if he said!"

"Okay!" Before everyone could speak, Li Yuanchang shouted first. The guy's face was swollen by Han Yue, and his speech was a little leaked. He hummed: "Good poems, good poems, the boy went to the frontier to fight, and he had no regrets to serve the king and the country. Second brother, I'm afraid that this subject will be sure to win."

Li Shimin sneered and said lightly: "This poem has some charm, but why do I always feel it sounds familiar?"

An old fox walked out next to him. Shangguan Yi, the court man, said with a smile: "Of course your Majesty feels familiar. This poem is clearly an excerpt. The original text comes from Cao Zhi's "White Horse Chapter", but he secretly changed the sentence."

Li Shimin laughed loudly, the essay's face was flushed, and Li Yuanchang was stunned. He just shouted too early, but unexpectedly he was slapped in the face in a blink of an eye.

Changsun suddenly pushed Han Yue and whispered: "It's your turn. I'll show you well for me. Don't embarrass me, otherwise I'll pull my ears off."

Han Yue sighed helplessly, walked slowly to the center of the crowd, and said calmly: "In the past, Cao Zhi became a poem in seven steps. I didn't have this talent. I racked my brains to make a few words. I would like to ask Your Majesty to comment."

"Remember!" Li Shimin waved his hand and signaled him to start directly.

Han Yue took two steps forward, suddenly exhaled and slammed the flower tree beside him with a heavy punch. The branches swayed and the leaves fell one after another. He reached out to pinch a fallen leaf, and his tone suddenly became excited: "Xinfeng's fine wine fights ten thousand, how many years have the heroes of Xianyang? The spirit of meeting you is for you, and the horse is tied to the weeping willows next to the tall building..."

"Okay!" This time, he shouted, "It's not like Li Yuanchang alone, but the ministers all over the audience were applauding. Good sentences are good sentences, how can they not resonate with people?

Han Yue suddenly threw the fallen leaves in his hand, took two more steps forward, and then read another poem: "He was born in the Yulinlang of the Han Dynasty, and first followed the cavalry to fight in Yuyang. Who knew that he would not be suffering in the border court, and even if he died, he still heard the fragrance of a chivalrous man."

"Okay!" The audience burst into laughter, and there was another cheer.

Han Yue roared up to the sky and took two more steps forward. His tone became more and more exciting. He actually said another song: "Wuling young Jinshi East, silver saddle and white horses swam the spring breeze. Where can I go to the fallen flowers, and laughed into the Hu Ji's wine shop."

Walking six steps, three poems, and Cao Zhi's seven steps became a poem. He was even more cruel than Cao Zhi. When he arrived here, the whole place was silent. The ministers no longer dared to cheer, but only dared to hiss and sniff.

"The talent of Jingyang is dominating the world!" Duke Cai, Duke Du Ruhui, suddenly came out of the crowd, sighed to the sky, and expressed everyone's voice.

From now on, who dares to write a poem about a young man again?

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Three chapters, ten thousand words, the mountains and rivers have done it!
Chapter completed!