"Sending copper coins from a thousand miles away is more important than courtesy."

Left Prime Minister Wang Wenjing, who was originally embarrassed by Xiang Yun, couldn't help but his eyes lit up when he heard this, and he looked at Xiang Yun in surprise.

Not only him, but also Prince Xiang Qian, who had been listening silently and watching Xiang Yun's performance, and Princess Xiang Feier, who had been watching with cold eyes, all looked at Xiang Yun with some surprise.

Although the latter sentence is simple, it is quite artistic. It is hard to imagine that it would be said by Xiang Yun, a well-known dandy prince of Fengyun Kingdom. Could it be that the latter has been demoted to Qin Fengcheng in the past few years? Have you reformed your past and read poetry and books frequently?

King Xiang Lingtian, who was standing side by side, looked at the young man standing in front of him and the handful of copper coins held in the latter's hand. There was no expression on his face, but he actually reached out and took the copper coins held by the latter.

"I accept it, let's go down." Xiang Lingtian just said seven words lightly.

Everyone looked surprised when they heard this. They didn't expect that the prince's reaction would be so indifferent, and the meaning of these words was that Xiang Yun could leave without staying any longer.

For a moment, Marshal Wan Lao and others felt that Xiang Lingtian was a little unkind. His own son was already in such miserable condition, yet he was frugal enough to send you such a sentimental "heavy gift". You should think that How could my father be so cold? He dismissed me with just "Go away".

"Father..."

Xiang Jinghong on the side was just about to open his mouth to persuade, but Xiang Yun was already flying towards the stairs of the pavilion. As he approached the stairs, he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, something suddenly rolled down from Xiang Yun's sleeve.

“Clang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang…!”

Following a burst of sound, everyone subconsciously looked at the ground beneath Xiang Yun. They saw a large golden ingot the size of an adult's fist rolling and jumping on the ground, reflecting the dazzling golden light.

Xiang Yun, who had already reached the stairs, looked extremely panicked, rushed up and hugged the gold ingot that rolled out of his sleeves. The latter did not look at the expressions of everyone, just like the same person. Like a civet cat, it flew down the attic!

"Uh..." Everyone was dumbfounded for a moment! Especially Marshal Wan Lao, who had been so sympathetic just now and planned to persuade Xiang Lingtian later, his eyes almost popped out of his sockets.

Xiang Lingtian, who was sitting in the first seat, was still holding the handful of copper coins he had just received from Xiang Yun. He looked at the back of the man who was jumping down the attic holding the gold ingot. The latter looked at the money in his hand. Copper Coin couldn't help but the muscles on his face twitched violently again.

"You bastard!" Xiang Lingtian cursed secretly in his heart. However, he did not throw away the copper coins in his hand. Instead, while everyone was stunned, he put them into his white coin inlaid with a four-clawed golden dragon. Inside the lapel of the robe.

However, Xiang Yun rushed out of the Chunlai Pavilion and out of the Xingtan Garden. Only then did he see that the seats in the corner were empty, and Yue Jing was no longer around. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He originally wanted to talk to him. This guy is still drinking and bragging.

Xiang Yun, who was in low spirits, sat down and remembered the scene where he deliberately dropped the gold ingot from his sleeve, and couldn't help but bring up a playful smile on his lips.

"I think that high-ranking prince must not have looked very good-looking at that time." When Xiang Yun thought of this, his mood suddenly improved again.

In the past, he could only keep his complaints and harsh accusations against his indifferent father in his heart without daring to resist at all, but now he finally has the courage to show it.

Without Yue Jing to drink with him, and Lin Wan'er being too drunk, Xiang Yun could only drink by himself!

In the Chunlai Pavilion, after Xiang Yun's wonderful scene of "traveling thousands of miles to give away copper coins and losing gold coins on his body", the atmosphere of the entire banquet became a little subtle and awkward.

In order to resolve this embarrassing atmosphere, one of the county guards suddenly pointed to the bright moon outside the observation deck window and said: "Today is the birthday of the prince. The heavenly palace is making beauty. There is such a bright moon. Even the Mid-Autumn Festival is just like this.

Right." Everyone's attention was drawn, and they all looked at the sky outside the window. Sure enough, the bright moon was hanging high, reflected by the stars, and there were no clouds in the sky. The sky here was not like the earth, covered by thick haze.

, the sky here is beautiful!

"Well...it is true that the full moon is hanging high, the stars are bright, and now it is decorated with silver. It is really beautiful!" Wang Wenjing couldn't help but admired. Seeing such a natural beauty of a moonlit night, the latter couldn't help but sigh.

I couldn't stop being inspired by poetry, so I stood up, walked to the window, and recited aloud.

On a cold night, guests come to drink tea and wine, and the soup in the bamboo stove begins to boil and turns red.

The moon in front of the window is the same as usual, but it is different when there are plum blossoms.

After reciting the poem, Wang Wenjing put his hands behind his back and looked intoxicated. The next moment, everyone in the audience clapped and cheered!

"What a poem! What a poem! Wang Xiangguo is indeed a great writer who was born second in the rankings, and his eloquence is admirable!"

The governor of the Xiliang Army was also born as a scholar. When he heard Wang Wenjing's casual poems, he couldn't help but admire and praise him!

Wang Wenjing's poem talks about appreciating the moon on a cold night, with fine wine and flowers, and the moonlight is exceptionally different. It can be said to be appropriate to the situation, and is full of literary grace and poetic flavor.

"Teacher is indeed a great talent!" Xiang Qian also praised sincerely.

"Wang Xiangguo is so talented!" Even Xiang Lingtian, who was ranked first, couldn't help but nod his head frequently, which shows that the impromptu poem by the latter is really extraordinary!

"Where, where, you are so complimentary." When Wang Wenjing heard the praises from everyone, he looked humble on his face, but he was proud of himself in his heart. Although Wang Wenjing was indeed a well-educated man, and he could speak poems and songs freely, but he could

The creation of today's masterpiece is truly a stroke of genius and a perfect line.

So Wang Wenjing secretly memorized the poem he just composed in his heart, and planned to return to the imperial capital and publish it in the "Hundred Schools of Poems" compiled by the National Education Academy. It was expected that it would shock the literary world for a while and greatly increase his reputation.

few.

Later, Wang Wenjing, perhaps feeling a little unfinished, suggested that everyone present should compose a poem, taking the snowy scene on a moonlit night as the theme, and compose a poem to add to the fun of the banquet!

His proposal was quickly approved by everyone. After all, as a high-ranking official in Fengyun Kingdom, who doesn't have a little ink in his stomach? Even though this kind of impromptu poetry is a bit difficult, they can still try it.

One or two.

The first person to write a poem was none other than Meng Yuezhang, the prefect of Xiliang County who let everyone admire the moon. This man was also a disciple of the National Education Academy and had some talent for poetry.

Before the latter wrote the poem, he just stood up and stood outside the window with his hands behind his hands, looking at the full moon hanging high outside the window. After thinking for a while, he took a step forward and began to recite.

"The cool moon is like an eyebrow hanging over the willow bay, and the mountains in the middle of the country can be seen in the mirror.

It was cold and rainy for three days in Lanxi, and carp came to the beach in the middle of the night."

"good!"

After the Xiliang Prefect finished reciting the poem, the audience was filled with applause and applause.

Although the intention of this poem is not as high as Wang Wenjing's previous work, it is focused on the fascinating image and the blending of scenes with a unique flavor. In terms of its level, it can be regarded as a first-class poem, which shows that the literary talent of this prefect is truly extraordinary!

Seeing everyone's enthusiasm for writing poems was high, at that moment, left prime minister Wang Wenjing, a senior figure in the literary world, suggested again.

"Your Majesty, it is better to be happy alone than to be happy together. Today is your birthday. Why don't you let the servants in the house distribute pens, inks, paper and inkstones to the guests in the Xingtan Garden, so that every talented person can participate and write the poems

Submit it and let us watch it together, maybe we can even see something amazing!"

"I heard that there are many officials in Xingtan Garden. They are all talented people with great ambitions and great talents!"

Hearing this, Xiang Lingtian couldn't help but nod his head in agreement. Although the latter was the God of War of Fengyun Kingdom and leading troops to fight was commonplace, he also liked poetry very much and was very interested in it.

So Xiang Lingtian sent two brothers, Xiang Jinghong and Xiang Jinglei, to make arrangements, and added.

"Since you are so elegant, today I, as the master of the palace, will add a bonus. If the poems written by everyone present today can be rated as the top three by Wang Xiangguo and all your lords, I will reward each of them with a thousand gold coins.

The first place winner will not only get a thousand taels of gold, but I will also reward him with a cloud weapon! The time limit is set to be within one stick of incense."

"Hmm... Yunqi!"

When everyone heard that Xiang Lingtian was actually going to reward a cloud weapon, their eyes suddenly lit up and they were shocked. Although the quality level of cloud weapons also varies, the cloud weapon that Xiang Lingtian rewarded, no matter how bad it was, was

It won't be much worse.

For a moment, even Crown Prince Xiang Qian and Princess Xiang Fei'er showed signs of excitement. Presumably, they were also very interested in this cloud weapon that was rewarded by King Bingjian.

At that moment, Xiang Jinglei and Xiang Jinghong immediately ordered people to prepare pens, inks, paper and inkstones, and distributed them to everyone in the Xingtan Garden, and informed them that the prince would reward them with a thousand pieces of gold and compose poems based on the moonlight and snowy scenery. The top three people would win the prize.

The first person can also get a cloud weapon personally gifted by the prince.

As soon as this news came out, the whole Xingtan Garden was in a sensation. Many of them were officials with literati background, and many of them were literati and refined scholars who had read poetry and books. It is said that literati look down on each other, but at this moment, there are heavy rewards in front of them.

For a time, everyone was gearing up and eagerly came to collect pens, inks, paper and inkstones and placed them in front of the table. Some people looked up at the moon, some leaned over to study ink, and some put their hands on their foreheads. They were all thinking hard, preparing to make a song that would shake the world and cry.

A masterpiece of ghosts and gods.

Outside the garden, Xiang Yun was devouring the delicacies on the table and drinking the wine from the cup, while Lin Wan'er was pouring wine at the side obediently.

Suddenly, Xiang Yun heard the movement in the Xingtan Garden and couldn't help but wonder: "What happened inside? Why is it so lively?"

Lin Waner didn't know what was going on inside, so she walked to the garden to take a look. After a while, Lin Waner ran out happily and said to Xiang Yun.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please go inside and take a look. Your Majesty is offering a reward of a thousand gold coins for poems. Anyone who can compose a poem with the title of 'Moon' and gets the top three will be rewarded with a thousand gold coins. And the first place will also get a piece of poetry."

As for Yunqi, many people are writing poems inside now, it’s very lively!”

Xiang Yun didn't have any special expression when he heard this, but asked with some confusion: "Wan'er, what is a cloud weapon? I seem to have heard of it?"

Lin Wan'er was speechless and said: "Your Majesty, don't you even know about cloud weapons? Cloud weapons are weapons and armors used by cloud warriors. Cloud warriors can inject cloud power into them to exert powerful power beyond ordinary weapons.

Or maybe it’s defense.”

"Oh...it's so magical!" Xiang Yun's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this.

"Of course, but the process of making cloud weapons is extremely complicated and requires a lot of precious materials and specialized weapon refiners. Therefore, cloud weapons are very expensive and ordinary warriors cannot afford them. I didn't expect that the prince would reward one.

It's a cloud weapon, and as a prince, I think this cloud weapon must be extraordinary!" Lin Wan'er said with a yearning look on her face.

"Since this thing is so good, how about we get it." Xiang Yun said to Lin Wan'er in a thief manner, who was really interested in cloud artifacts.

"Ah..." Lin Wan'er was immediately frightened when she saw Xiang Yun's eyes shining and his sneaky look.

"Your Majesty, you don't want to steal this cloud weapon, do you?"

"Ahem...what are you talking about, you silly girl? As the prince, are you going to steal?" Xiang Yun said angrily.

"Then how do we get the cloud weapon?" Lin Wan'er was a little dissatisfied with being called a silly girl, she frowned and raised her little nose and asked.

"Of course it's poetry, I won first place!" Xiang Yun patted Lin Waner's smooth forehead with his hand and said proudly.

"Puch...!"

Hearing this, Lin Wan'er, who was originally dissatisfied, burst into laughter and looked at Xiang Yun with a look of helpless laughter.
Chapter completed!