Zi Xin was also embarrassed by being crowded around. He stiffened his neck and said, "Who said that I can't compose poetry? My dear brother, don't look at people through the cracks in the door, because you will look down on them."

The eldest prince Zi Hong shook his head, he knew very well the ink in his third brother's belly.

"Oh...really? The eldest brother is very much looking forward to the third brother's ability to write amazing poems."

Zixin handed a scroll to the maid on the stage.

There was a sudden silence in the boat, everyone was expecting the third prince to write another ridiculous poem.

"Red Plum"

I'm afraid I'll be too late to sleep alone, and I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with the time.

Pretend to be a small red peach, apricot color, but still have a solitary, thin, snowy and frosty appearance.

The cold heart refuses to follow the spring state, and the wine-induced dizziness reaches the skin for no reason.

Shi Lao didn't know that Meg was there, but he looked at the green leaves and green branches.

The scroll in the maid's hand began to glow lavender.

When the maid finished singing, the audience immediately went crazy over the verses written on the rice paper.

"Damn it, my eyes are not blurry, are they? The scroll appears lavender, could it be Zhenzhou Poetry?"

"You read that right. The poems written by the third prince are indeed lavender. They are poems written by those who have just entered Zhenzhou."

"Hiss... Is this really a poem written by His Highness the Third Prince? It's so artistic, and it completely depicts the grand scene of winter plum blossoms."

"The plum blossom is afraid of being sad and covets sleep, so it has been delayed in blooming alone; it is worried that its cold face will be inappropriate for the time and will be jealous of the world.

Therefore, I deliberately wore a light pink-like peach and apricot color, but the plum branches are still thin, showing a posture that is still strong after withstanding the test of frost and snow.

Plum blossoms are adapted to the cold in their hearts and are unwilling to show off their beauty with the arrival of spring.

Its color is like the blush that a beauty gets for no reason after drinking, so artistic."

"Does the third prince also have such talent? I really can't tell."

"Huh... not sure, maybe it was copied?"

"You can't belittle others just because you're jealous, right?"

"It's not that I'm jealous, but the third prince's previous song "Ode to Plum Blossoms" is so famous that it's hard to connect it with the poem in front of me."

"That makes sense."

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After listening to Zi Xin's new poem, the eldest prince Zihong looked very unhappy.

This poem completely surpasses Yu Wenhuan's poems.

When he heard everyone's discussion, his face became much better, and he said: "Third brother, when did you have the talent to write poetry? Could it be that you really copied it from an ancient book, or asked someone to ghostwrite it?

"

Zi Xin's face flashed with a trace of unnaturalness, and he said forcefully: "Ha... Brother Dahuang can't write a poem, so he thinks that my poems are copied? Then why didn't you say that Yu Wenhuan's poems were also copied?

"

"Haha... How about the eldest brother asks his subordinates to compose another song, and the third brother can you also perform another one on the spot?"

"Come just come, who are you afraid of?" Zi Xin said disdainfully.

He was also secretly glad in his heart. Fortunately, his brother-in-law gave him several poems praising plum blossoms, otherwise he would definitely have revealed his true colors now.

Zihong winked at Yun Wenhuan, and Yu Wenhuan handed a scroll to the maid again.

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(End of chapter)
Chapter completed!