As soon as this statement was made, Zhu Xiaochang was choked.

Looking at Zhou Heng, he pursed his lips for a long time and didn't say anything else. The hall knew that Zhu Xiaochang wanted to make Zhu Yunmo look ugly, but the first round was a draw, so he naturally wanted to do it again.

But who knew that Zhou Heng made a thug and intercepted the slap in a straightforward way.

Zhou Heng bowed to the prince and shook the flower ball in his hand.

"Your Highness, I have grabbed the flower ball. I saw that Mr. Zhu Xiaochang just wanted to compete with Prince Ning. Since that's the case, don't hide it. Let's go straight.

Otherwise, this palace banquet would not be able to be held and it would have ruined your interest. It was the game rules proposed by Mr. Zhu Xiaochang before. So can I give you a suggestion?"

The prince glanced at Zhu Xiaochang with a warning in his eyes.

How could the little movement just now escape his ignorant eyes? He just endured it and did not take any attacks. Unexpectedly, it became even worse.

However, the prince did not expect that Zhou Heng could say it directly, and since this was the case, he could not hide it.

"The Zhou Yuan judge should not be polite, just say something."

Zhou Heng saluted the prince and everyone, and then said quietly:

"The game is still like this, but we wrote it separately. I saw that Mr. Zhu Xiaochang was very talented, so he was naturally knowledgeable. If you want to show your talent, you should write it out one poem at a time.

How about writing ten poems together in one stick of incense? Of course, I just thought that I was an over-the-top move. I was just afraid of trouble. In this way, I could stop the flower ball from flying towards me and the prince and let us eat something."

In a word, the hall was in an uproar, and it was almost impossible to think about it in a stick of incense. It was impossible to write the poem directly. Zhu Xiaochang did it. Is this Zhou Heng OK?

Or is it difficult for Zhu Xiaochang to try it?

However, this is a move to hurt the enemy by 1,000 and self-damaging. Even if Zhu Xiaochang did not show his face, they would not get any benefits. A new Imperial Hospital judge had no problem with medical skills. Isn’t this a joke for him to write poetry?

Seeing the gloating attitude of many people on their faces, the prince hesitated.

He least wanted such a scene. Zhou Heng had learned from the side that if he hadn't appeared Zhu Yunmo, he would have been poisoned to death. This shows how amazing this person's medical skills are. Such a person must not be offended. Who can guarantee that he will not get sick?

"this"

Zhu Xiaochang stood up, looked at Zhou Heng, and quickly saluted the prince.

"Please allow your highness. My nephew thinks this method is good and can show his talent very much."

The prince held the table with his hands and nodded slightly:

"Since you two agreed unanimously, then do so. Eunuch He took the drum down and put two books on it."

After a while, they were ready, the two walked directly to the center of the hall, with one sitting on the left and right, and the prince waved his sleeves.

"Then start burning incense and timing. Do you two have any burden? You won’t be punished according to the quantity of the winning or losing, so you can start burning incense!"

With a command, Eunuch He lit a fragrance in front of him.

Zhu Xiaochang grabbed the pen and started writing, almost as if he was writing quickly. Zhou Heng knew at a glance that this guy was not stupid, and he knew how to write poems he was familiar with and had written.

But what if you can do it? Can you surpass these Tang and Song lyrics that have been passed down for hundreds of generations?

Zhou Heng didn't bother to pay attention to it, so he just sifted a little, picked up his pen and started writing.

After living for thirty years in his previous life, the most outstanding handwriting was this handwriting. Unlike other Martian writings written by doctors, his writings are almost comparable to calligraphy works.

All the eyes in the hall fell on Zhou Heng. The kind of writing that was not about writing, but about a wave of words, made everyone constantly amazed. Several good letters had already stood up and looked at it.

Even Zhu Xiaochang couldn't help but look up. Seeing Zhou Heng's writing speed, he was instantly panicked.

Zhou Heng didn't even give him a look. Zhou Heng saw their methods just now. He had no handle on the previous incident and could not settle the score with them, especially Qiu Niang's affairs. He knew that Wen's actions were made in it, but he was suffering from no evidence.

Therefore, Zhou Heng didn't want to suppress it anymore today. After writing the last word, he threw the pen down and bowed to the prince.

"I have finished writing."

Then, he stood up with his head down, without urging or saying anything, and just waited quietly for Zhu Xiaochang.

As time passed by minute by minute, Zhu Xiaochang's face turned pale, his forehead was covered with sweat, and a little eunuch shouted in the incense burner:

"Your Highness, the time for an incense stick is here."

With this shout, Zhu Xiaochang barely put the pen down, threw it into the pen, snorted coldly at Zhou Heng, with dissatisfaction on his face.

No one in the Imperial Academy could recite and write poems faster than him. Today he met a doctor. Although he is now a magistrate of the Imperial Hospital, he is a rural doctor after all. How could he have such knowledge? Zhu Xiaochang looked dissatisfied.

"Your Highness, my nephew wants to see Zhou Heng's poems."

The prince glanced at him. At this time, there was nothing he didn't understand. Obviously, he was dissatisfied with Zhu Yunmo.

I wanted to use the banquet to humiliate Zhu Yunmo, but this is the prince's mansion. If it was just a matter of small things, I wouldn't care about it. But they were guests they invited, wouldn't this give me face?

The prince raised his hand, "No need to be so troublesome. Eunuch He asked two people to raise the poems of Zhou Yuanzong and Xiaochang, and everyone took a look, and then recited one song each to let everyone evaluate it."

Zhu Xiaochang quickly stood up and saluted the prince. He knew very well what the poem he had written was. Zhou Heng was already so confident. If one person had one poem at this time, it would be obvious that he would not take advantage of it and he would never do so.

"Your Highness, after reading this, everyone is still quarreling like before, but they cannot decide the outcome. My nephew thinks it is better. Everyone writes out the title of three favorite poems, and then handes the note on it without signing it. What do you think?"

Before Zhu Xiaochang looked up at the prince, his eyes lingered around the students of the Imperial Academy. The meaning was too obvious. Everyone knew that Zhu Xiaochang wanted to get their support and quickly showed his little faces.

All of this fell in Zhou Heng's eyes, but he didn't say anything.

If you are not blind, you will know the good or bad without canvassing. Although these poems are not written by yourself, they may have been passed down since ancient times. They must have their charming side and cannot be covered up by one or two stinky fish.

Therefore, Zhou Heng stood there without moving, and he didn't even want to lift his eyelids. Seeing that Zhou Heng had no objection, the prince nodded slightly and looked at Eunuch He.

"Since that's the case, then hang all the poems of the two, so that everyone can appreciate them. After two quarters of an hour, write the three most beloved poems in your heart on the note and put them into the jar in front of the hall."

After such an order, everyone quickly started to move. Twenty little eunuchs held up the poem in their hands and walked slowly on both sides. Originally, everyone was just curiously stretched their heads and looked at them, but they were shocked in an instant.

A few of them had already stood up, chased the little eunuch, and looked at the manuscript of the poem in their hands.

"Jiang Snow: Birds fly in thousands of mountains, and people die in thousands of paths. The old man in a boat, the straw hat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river. A good poem, in just a few words, I have seen the snow scene in Jiangdong. This is simply a work of heaven and man! Is this Zhou Yuan judge from Jiangsu and Zhejiang?"

Several people next to him shook their heads and pulled the man talking to one side.

"Start up, it's less sour here, we haven't copied the remaining verses."

One sentence awakened the dreamer, and the man quickly grabbed the paper on the table and quickly copied the poems.

A man sitting behind the princes stood up and walked forward, staring at these poems, without a moment, then his eyes fell on Zhou Heng, and finally glanced at Zhu Yunmo.

Then he smiled, looked at the prince with three beads on his head, and bowed to him.

"The King of Wise said it well. The talent of the Zhou Yuan judge surprised me. I was really shocked. These two songs "Spring Snow" are worthy of honor."

After this person said this, everyone on the court stopped talking. Zhou Heng narrowed his eyes. Obviously, this person had a special identity and could sit with the prince, either as an aide or as a member of the mother clan. However, in this case, he usually avoids suspicion and could sit here openly, which would definitely be extraordinary.

At this time, the wise king in the mouth, the third prince Zhu Bingxun, smiled and raised his hand to smooth out the short beard on his jaw.
Chapter completed!