The Best Fake Eunuch

"Xiao Chen, today's grand event is even more unprecedented. You can write a few more poems on the theme of lanterns and fireworks to ask the distinguished guests of Dongying Youbang!" Li Wanjiang blushed and was extremely happy. Seeing Xicun Zhicun and others It's all wilted, and my heart is even more happy.

Why don't you talk anymore? One by one?

"Emperor, Mr. Xiao Chenxiao would not dare to ask us for advice. He is so powerful, we are convinced! Let's ask Mr. Xiao to compose poems, we can just listen to it..." Xi Cun Zhicun did not I dare not fight anymore.

Today is shameful enough, but I can't continue to throw it away.

"Hahaha, Nishimura Zhicun is so humble, Xiao Chen, look at him, and then at you, you are so frivolous if you have such a little bit of literary talent!" Although Li Wanjiang's words were reprimanding Xiao Chen, the big guy Does it sound like you are praising Xiao Chen?

"Your Majesty is to blame! What is this mere literary talent of a minister really worth? To say that the most literary talent in the Zhou Dynasty is actually the emperor. The emperor has the world in mind, is wise and powerful, and doesn't like this kind of literary skill at all, otherwise As long as the emperor opens his golden mouth, the ministers and others are all remnants of stars and moons, unable to compete with the emperor!" Xiao Chen hurriedly said.

The flattery is very good, but what is the basis?

But I heard Xiao Chen say again, "I know that when the emperor was young, he occasionally liked to compose poems and jokes. I once heard from Zhu Xiaochuan Zhuhou Lord that you once wrote a poem when you were visiting the Lantern Market during the Lantern Festival one year." , Zhu Houye chanted and listened to the minister, and the minister always remembered it in his heart."

Zhu Xiaochuan was so dumbfounded, is there such a thing? How come I don't know!

When did I tell you that? No!

It is true that the emperor is wise and mighty, but he rarely composes poems. It can be said that except for the one given to you when you went out last year, he has almost never done it.

To tell you the truth, he asked Jiangdong Wang Li Shidai to compose that song...

You kid, don't talk nonsense, it doesn't matter if you talk nonsense, what's the matter if you involve me in it?

However, Xiao Chen's emotions had already been brewed, and he began to recite with emotion, "Last year on Yuan's Eve, the lights in the flower market were like daylight, and the willows were on the moon. After dusk, this year's Yuan's Eve, the moon and lights remained the same. People from last year, tears wet the sleeves of spring shirts!"

Everyone heard about it and fell in love with it!

Oops, what a good poem, the best song through the ages, this is it.

It turns out that you, the emperor, are the one who hides everything. No wonder you are the emperor, versatile in both civil and military affairs, and omnipotent!

Several people from Xicun Zhicun directly knelt down to Li Wanjiang, this time they were really convinced.

Fortunately, we didn't make a fool of ourselves again, let's just add up the poem of Emperor Da Zhou, I'm afraid that if all the talents in Dongying are added up, it will take a hundred years and we won't be able to write it!

Bageya Road is so good really.

Xiao Chen is a real tiger, but your emperor pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger. You two, the monarch and his ministers, are playing very well?

Just treat us all like idiots.

Li Wanjiang said no, I wrote this poem? Why don’t I remember, it’s the first time I’ve heard Ang…

come! Reward me, Xiao Chen Aiqing, with a glass of royal wine!

Not for anything else, but for his loyalty to me. If he hadn't been so loyal to me, how could he remember a little poem I recited casually back then in his heart?

It can be seen that he has me in his heart!

Of course, I am also passionate. I once fell in love with a beautiful woman back then, but it is a pity that if I want to be the emperor, I will not be able to live in seclusion with her in the mountains and grow old. This is a matter of decades ago.

The poem that Xiao Chen gave to Prince Im just now also made me feel the same way... The world is safe and secure, and it is worthy of the country and the Qing!

"Aiqing, you also know that I don't like small skills in poetry, but you still publish my old works to the public. What's the reason? I'm going to be punished, but seeing that you're drunk, it's fine. You can write a few more poems yourself!"

"Minister, obey the order!"

"The city of the emperor is full of moonlight and lights, and the streets are connected by fragrant chariots and chariots. I am fortunate to witness the prosperity of China, and I am ashamed to drive Sai Zigu, a villager."

Xiao Chen is composing poems according to the order, so the first poem is naturally to be restrained, and cannot be played at will.

"Come again!" Li Wanjiang said in his heart that this kid is really sensible, but his shortcomings are also too sensible, so that I always want to kill him but can't kill him!

"Fire trees and silver flowers are planted, star bridges are opened with golden locks, the dark fragrance is gone with the wind, the bright moon is chasing people, the playwrights are full of plums, the singing is full of plum blossoms, Fengyang can't help the night, and the jade leaks don't remind each other."

"Jiumo with lanterns and shadows, thousands of doors to see the moonlight, treasure rides from all over the city, looking for fragrant chariots on the detours, romantic but sad dawn, wandering around without asking home, and plum blossoms falling everywhere when it is cleared."

Xiao Chen's second and third poems are still made-up poems, and he also explained about his visit to the brothel just now. Riding, zigzag fragrant car, under the bustling environment, this kind of carnival of plum blossoms and plum blossoms is not prohibited...

"Come again." Li Wanjiang said in his heart, are you going to become a master?

"Thousands of light thunder and countless flowers, flowing light scattered to the end of the world, let the wind and dew separate the residual dream, don't ask Dongjun to beg for the year."

"Qing'e has been crying for a long time and is desolate, and suddenly sees the clouds blooming with colorful light. It is suspected that the world knows the cold and warm, and the light is transmitted from afar to protect against the frost."

"The tide of flowers in the clear sky and blue sea is also easy to be sold in spring, don't ask how much Jiaorao can do, it's a pity that it will bloom and thank you for a while."

"I'm afraid it's spring coming to Shangyuan, and the sky is full of smoke and red lotus. Who knows how much sadness will be in a dream after seeing all the prosperity."

Xiao Chen composed four quatrains in one breath, and the first one is exquisite!

Although the poems are bleak and full of helplessness and regret, life is not like this.

How splendid the Yanyan fireworks are, but when the prosperity is over, all that is left is a dream and a clear worry!

The Lantern Festival that night was a happy ending, and under the frequent toasts from the crowd, Xiao Chen finally passed out drunk.

This time, he was really drunk.

The next morning, I woke up feeling dry mouth and splitting headache. What the hell, the wine I drank in Yihong Yard must be fake wine!

Get on top!

"Boss, are you swollen?" Fu Yan saw him coming out with his head covered in a frown, and hurriedly poured him a cup of hot tea.

"Headache! What tea do you drink in the morning? I'm starving to death, it's serious to get something to eat." Xiao Chen's stomach croaked with hunger.

"What morning, it's already afternoon." Fu Yan smiled, "Boss, you have a dream, you have enough sleep."

"Don't tell me, I really had a big dream. I dreamed that I wrote poems at the Lantern Festival and defeated them all, hahaha..." Xiao Chen couldn't help but smile came out, because Fu Yan looked at him as if...

"Boss, you were so drunk last night? You were not dreaming, it was real!" Fu Yan's eyes were full of anxiety, "Did you forget that the emperor called you into the palace last night? Oh my god, you didn't offend the emperor by drunkenly at the Lantern Festival, did you?"

Fuck?

Xiao Chen was also taken aback when he heard this.

It turns out that the dream I had last night was not a dream, but something that actually happened?