"Your Highness the Crown Prince is here!"

Several guards at the gate of the Royal Villa heard a loud noise, and then the originally noisy villa suddenly became quiet. Everyone looked at the door, wanting to see the prince's style.

After Yu Zhigan walked out of the carriage, the people around him saluted Yu Zhigan. After seeing this, Yu Zhigan nodded and walked slowly into the Royal Garden.

"Caomin..."

"Wei Minister..."

"See Your Highness!"

Among these poets, some were insignificant official positions, and some were fame and fortune. After seeing Yu Zhigan, they saluted one after another. Many of them were very slow, deliberately slowing down, hoping that Yu Zhigan would see his luggage movements clearly.

After taking a glance, Yu Zhi nodded with satisfaction, found his master seat and sat down, then waved his hand gently: "Sit all! I feel relieved when I see me, Yu Tang, today, and you can enjoy it!"

After saying that, Yu Zhigan took the lead in doing it. Next, a little eunuch began to announce the rules of the competition. Yu Zhigan made the questions. All the talents used the titles Yu Zhigan made to write poems and lyrics. Whose poems are outstanding? This year's leader in the Royal Villa. Although there is no fame, the caravan will become famous all over the world after the beginning of spring.

For example, Li Bai and others also came to Chang'an and showed their first glory at the Royal Villa Poetry Festival in the second year, and they became famous all over the world.

Yu Zhigan looked below and found that there were really many talents. If all these people were cut off, at least half of the poems that children would have to recite in the future. When they thought that they had to recite poems and parents had to sign the textbook, their eyes lit up. In order to relieve stress from the future, they would have to kill them all.

This idea just popped up a little and was extinguished by Yu Zhi. After all, he is a talent. Children in later generations should enjoy the hardships they have experienced!

"Your Highness, it's time to make a question!"

Yu Zhigan glanced at the talents below and thought for a while, but did not expect a very good topic: "You all have great talents, let's do it like this, everyone can play it at will, no limit on the topic, whether it is poetry or lyrics, just take out all your skills and write it out. What do you think?"

"Good! Great Good!"

Many people's eyes lit up after hearing this, and even Cheng Chumo's eyes lit up, and they gave Yu Zhigan a thumbs up.

"Your Highness, what if someone prepares the poem in advance..."

"This is a problem. I'd better let them compete in one round at that time. Even if they can't make any amazing poems, they won't be too slow. You can tell at a glance the truth or falsehood!"

"What Your Highness said!"

The little eunuch beside him nodded and slowly spoke: "The competition begins!"

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"It should be brought by Su Dongpo!"

Yu Zhigan walked to Li Bai's side and found that this guy didn't write a single poem and was grabbing the head of the words. After Yu Zhigan saw it, he slowly squatted down: "Li Bai?"

"That's right, Your Highness!"

"If you don't drink, you can't write poetry?"

After hearing this, Li Bai lowered his head and Yu Zhi glanced at him: "Give wine!"

Soon a small pot of wine was delivered to Li Bai's desk. Li Bai's eyes lit up, he picked it up and drank it in big gulp, and then began to wave his pen and ink...

"Bai Juyi!"

"My minister Bai Juyi! I have seen Your Highness!"

"Yeah, it's good, keep writing!"

"Du Fu!"

"Caomin...continue to write!"

"Zhang Jiuling!"

"Caomin...continue to write!"

Yu Zhigan glanced around and finally saw an acquaintance in the corner. Cheng Chumo, a guy, had been in trouble at some point, and he kept his head down, so Yu Zhigan didn't notice this guy just now.

"Your Highness!"

After seeing Yu Zhichang, Cheng Chumo had to raise his head and gave a courtesy to Yu Zhichang in embarrassment.

"Why are you here?"

"Your Highness, I'll attend this year's poetry meeting!"

After saying that, he sat down awkwardly. Yu Zhigan glanced at the poem written by this guy and wrote the first sentence: "What a big flower..."

The calligraphy is better than Yu Zhigan wrote, that is, the poem above cannot be called poetry at all. It is similar to his father. The two of them have almost zero talent in writing poetry. It is good to be able to piece together four-character poems.

"Writing poetry well!"

After saying that, he patted Cheng Chumo on the shoulder and slowly stood up and left. Cheng Chumo continued to start brewing his own poems.

A few minutes later, Li Bai slowly stood up: "Your Highness, the poem of the Cao people has been written!"

"Your Highness, Liu Yong, the grass man, has finished his poem!"

The two looked at each other and took out their poems.

"Read it out loud!"

"Here!"

Liu Yong glanced at Li Bai, and then slowly spoke: "Standing on the dangerous building, the wind is soft, looking at the spring sorrow, the darkness blooms in the sky. The grass and smoke are still shining, and who can speak in silence?

I want to get drunk with a sing of the slap in the air and sing with wine, and the strong joy is still boring. I will never regret it when my clothes get looser and I will become haggard for her."

"good!"

After hearing this, a group of girls around him immediately lit up: "I will never regret it if my clothes are getting looser and I will become haggard for her. Liu Yong's poems are really great!"

After Liu Yong finished speaking, he gave a gift to Yu Zhigan, and then returned the gift to the girls around him, with a smug smile on his face. Yu Zhigan looked at this guy, and his poems were well written and could indeed touch the girl's heart.

Looking at this guy's arrogant face, Yu Zhigan nodded slowly: "The poem is good, but if the two loves last for a long time, how can they stay day and night!"

After hearing Yu Zhigan's poem, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then a burst of cheers broke out: "Okay!"

The group of people instantly discovered that Yu Zhigan's short poems were actually like a poem by Liu Yong just now.

"It is said that the Crown Prince has great talent, but it is really extraordinary when I see it today. If the love between the two is long, how can it last day and night? Your Highness is also a love-in-law!"

"Although your Highness's poem is only one short sentence, you can see your highness's talent. How can ordinary people write such verses!"

"Your Highness's talent..."

A group of people kept praising Yu Zhigan. Yu Zhigan felt embarrassed after hearing this. After all, he was plagiarized...

After Yu Zhigan said these two sentences, a guy named Qin Guan's eyes lit up. He didn't know what to write before, and immediately got a rough idea in his heart. He slowly stood up and looked at Yu Zhigan: "Your Highness, Prince!"

"You have written it too?"

Yu Zhigan looked at this guy curiously, as if he was named Qin Guan. He really didn't know what he had written. After all, his fame was not as good as those of Li Bai and others, and he seemed to be a poor guy.

"Your Highness, the grass people have not written it yet, but the grass people are brave enough to fight. I wonder if your highness has a full poem..."

Yu Zhigan was stunned for a moment. If this love lasted for a long time, how could Yu Zhigan not know the specific poem? How could he recite the whole poem? He shook his head: "The article is natural, and I got it by my hand. This poem was just because I was inspired just now!"

After hearing Yu Zhigan's words, Qin Guan's eyes lit up: "Your Highness, the people are brave enough to complete this poem?"

"Yes, as long as you make up for it, this poem will be given to you!"

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

Qin Guan's eyes lit up, and he sat down in his position and began to complete the poem. However, when he wrote the poem, it was not like a seven-character quatrain. He grabbed his head and had an idea in an instant, and slowly wrote it down: "There are tricks on the clouds, the flying stars are filled with hatred, the silver man is shining darkly, and the golden wind and jade dew meet, and it is better than the world. There are countless tenderness in the world... If the two loves last for a long time, how can they be together day and night!"

Qin Guan was writing hard, and Yu Zhigan looked at Li Bai. Li Bai wrote a long poem and slowly read it: "This poem is inspired by the grass people. This year is the Chinese New Year and another year. The grass people are a little homesick, so they wrote this poem..."

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. I raised my glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadow became three people. Since the moon did not understand, the shadow would follow me..."

After Li Bai's poem was written, the fans around him immediately began to applaud: "It's worthy of being Li Bai, I didn't expect Li Bai to be like this..."

"What a poem, it's worthy of being Li Bai. This poem is really wonderful..."

After reading it, Yu Zhigan nodded with satisfaction: "No, I raise my glass to invite the moon and make three of them. It seems that Li Dacaizi is also a lonely person. He is a stranger in a foreign land. He misses his family more during the holidays. He writes well!"

Yu Zhigan unknowingly copied another person. Wang Wei, who was not far away, lit his eyes when he heard this poem and immediately got up: "Your Highness is so literary, a sentence, I am alone in a foreign land and miss my family more during the holidays!"

After saying that, he handed over the poem he had written: "Your Highness, this is a poem written by the grass-roots people!"

A group of poets slowly took out all the poems he wrote, and Du Fu and others wrote them well. After reading them, Yu Zhigan nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, now everyone starts voting. Whoever gets the most votes will be the first place in the Royal Villa Poetry Festival this year!"

"vote?"

Yu Zhi smiled dryly and signaled his servants to take out the prepared bills and give them to each of the people watching: "Since this poetry meeting is to have fun with the people, the people should participate. The people think that good poetry is really good, so every citizen has a chance to vote, and just put the votes on the desk! The champion is the one who gets the most votes!"

Yu Zhigan had asked about every poetry meeting before, and found that the person who won the championship in the end every year would have controversy. Yu Zhigan finally thought of this way of voting, and let the people around him vote. Whoever votes more will be the champion will not have any objection!

When many people heard Yu Zhigan's words, they lit up. Many literati and talented people looked at each other and finally nodded: "It's so good!"

"Your Highness, the people have completed it!"

At this time, the man named Qin Guan suddenly stood up and waved the paper in his hand!"

"Written?"

"Your Highness, the Caomin has completed the two lines of His Highness's poems!"

"read!"

"The grass people are ugly!"

After saying that, Qin Guan slowly stood up: "Xianyun did a trick... If the two loves last for a long time, how could they stay day and night!"
To be continued...