Except for Zhao Dongting and Ashima, everyone was familiar with such occasions, so they nodded and agreed. Then they either looked up at the bright moon, drank with a cup, or picked up a brush and bit the tip of the pen, and began to ponder.

Zhao Dongting was a little disappointed with such an opening remark, but was curious. What did these students say after the subsequent "speaking freely"?

Now the court is far from being as before, and the people have the right to free public opinion. Perhaps these scholars are more courageous and can make some comments on state affairs.

For the king, you should listen to the voices of the people below!

Zhao Dongting has actually encountered some bottlenecks in governing the country now, and he is also wondering whether these scholars can have any new insights, even if they give themselves new inspiration.

"Young Master, don't you write?"

Next to him, Ashima turned her head and asked Zhao Dongting.

Zhao Dongting also turned his head to look at her and smiled and said, "Don't worry, you can just write poems and essays. Where are you?"

Ashima's face turned a little red, "I'm thinking."

As the prince of Boni, although she was quite interested in the culture of the Song Dynasty since she was a child, she probably still made it difficult for her to write poetry.

Zhao Dongting's eyes were so vicious that he had become so vicious. Seeing Ashima's appearance, she probably couldn't make any poems with her head, unless she used...

"Ahem."

Zhao Dongting's eyes accidentally swept across Ashima's chest that was deliberately wrapped in cloth, and his thoughts were thrown out of his head.

It seems that I can't continue to stay with this fairy often...

Zhao Dongting felt that he seemed to want to see Ashima's daughter pretending again.

Ashima seemed to sense something, glanced back at him strangely, then lowered her head and continued to ponder, "The moon is bright, the white light is falling...the window?"

Just as he was muttering, he suddenly saw Zhao Dongting beside him whispering: "Frost flying, the moon falling, the pheasant crows, the fog locks the long forest and water slams the embankment. Before the cold on the shore, the lonely boat has passed the west of the Wenhe River."

Ashima turned her head to look at him again.

Zhao Dongting continued: "Just write this poem, it's just to deal with it anyway."

Ashima's face turned redder, "But you wrote this poem."

Zhao Dongting said, "I will give it to you, it's yours."

Of course he won't blush.

Ashima said again: "What about you?"

Zhao Dongting said: "I'll just make my head again."

Then he didn't pick up his pen, but just looked around and looked at the other students.

Ashima blushed slightly and slowly wrote the poem that Zhao Dongting had just read on the paper, "What are the last two sentences..."

...

About a quarter of an hour passed, and Ashima's poem had already been written. It was just that he was twisting and twisting, and it was no different from crawling in the earthworm.

Looking at Zhao Dongting again, I found that there was still a piece of white paper on Zhao Dongting's desk, "Or... you should use this poem yourself?"

Zhao Dongting only shook his head and did not speak.

Wen Qingshu stood up again, his eyes swept across everyone, as if he had a little frozen on Zhao Dongting and Ashima's faces, and then asked, "How are you doing?"

The students here nodded confidently for a long time. They were obviously quite proud, but they deliberately pretended to be restrained.

It is very particular about writing poetry. It is almost impossible to write a good poem in a quarter of an hour. However, they are all veterans of poetry education and are prepared for it.

In the past, when the imperial examinations were not reformed, it was more common to recite poems. At that time, there were many people who spent money to buy poems before the poetry meeting. Especially those playboys who had no ink in their hearts but were interested in showing off the limelight favored this. Even holding poetry meetings in brothels was common. Those with outstanding poetry talents could be accompanied by courtesans, etc. Many people spent a lot of money to buy poetry. It was later that Zhao Dongting reformed the imperial examinations, and poetry was no longer valued as before, and such things gradually became underestimated.

When Ashima saw the white paper in front of Zhao Dongting, she seemed a little anxious, "Can't you do it?"

Zhao Dongting shook his head, "Let's see what they wrote first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Wen Qingshu say, "Since that's the case, then we will recite our own poems. Please read them together and consider them, how about it?"

The students nodded politely with a smile on their faces again.

As the host, Wen Qingshu is also a talented female talented woman, so he is the only one who takes the lead.

The poem she just wrote was obviously engraved in her mind. She did not look down at the paper and read out her own poem.

It is about night scenes.

It was clear that the night was clear, but what she wrote seemed to be the cold wind and thunder. This made many students look at her.

Then the talented man in the lower left also read out the poem he wrote.

Go to the lower right again.

Zhao Dongting and Ashima were sitting on the last seat on the right, and Zhao Dongting was empty again. When it was Ashima's turn, she became a little confused.

Because after her, only Zhao Dongting was left, and Zhao Dongting was still empty at this time.

She obviously didn't want Zhao Dongting to be embarrassed here. After all, Zhao Dongting is the emperor, and if his identity is spread out inadvertently, this matter will probably cause discussion.

Furthermore, her poem was written by Zhao Dongting. She felt that it was her own that it had implicated Zhao Dongting to this point.

Therefore, when it was her turn, she hesitantly did not get up, but just looked at Zhao Dongting.

Zhao Dongting turned his head to look at her, smiled and nodded, "Read it!"

Ashima looked at Zhao Dongting deeply. Seeing that his eyes were firm, she had to get up and read out the poem that Zhao Dongting gave her.

Her face was already eye-catching enough. When she read this poem, many people present showed surprise.

Some female students even shine in their eyes, even Wen Qingshu is no exception.

A young man who is so handsome and has such outstanding poetic talent has never seen him in the imperial city before, and I don’t know where he came from...

Zhao Dongting actually doesn't remember who this poem comes from, but it is definitely not an ordinary person to be passed down to future generations. Not to mention anything else, it is more than enough to suppress these lives.

After all, there is no such thing as Xin Qiji and Li Qingzhao in these students.

When Ashima sat down with a slightly blushing face, Wen Qingshu took the lead in applauding and said, "I didn't expect that the two young masters' poetry talents are so outstanding, so Qingshu admires them."

After saying that, his eyes seemed to be reluctant to leave Ashima's face and moved to Zhao Dongting, "Prince Zhao, please."

Zhao Dongting patted his clothes, stood up slowly, looked around everyone, with a slightly contemptuous smile on his face, and said, "The business woman does not know the hatred of the country, but she still sang the back garden flowers across the river!"

After saying that, he sat down.

Everyone was stunned, even Wen Qingshu was like this.

All the scholars here are scholars, even though they no longer pay attention to poetry, this poem is from Du Mu's "Bo Qinhuai" and is familiar with it.

"Oh!"

Some people were probably dissatisfied with Wen Qingshu's praise for Zhao Dongting, looked at Zhao Dongting with contempt and sneered: "What does Mr. Zhao mean?"

Zhao Dongting looked calm, "This is a poem written by Zhao, please appreciate it."

His face was calm, but his heart was like a storm.

Is this a scholar?

Is this the scholar who emerged after his new imperial examination system?

Could it be...Is the Song Dynasty so prosperous now?

He did not expect that the poems written by these students were all about appreciating flowers and moons, and enjoying the wind at night. There were only occasional secret praises to the court.

However, there is no word on the border wars or the achievements of the previous army.

But how many days have the Song Dynasty been truly stable in the past ten years?

He couldn't help but wonder whether it was correct to put the important task of protecting the country on the imperial guards and prevent the people from feeling a little crisis.

If scholars after the Song Dynasty would only talk about the wind and moon in this way, but without any sense of crisis of the collapse of mountains and rivers, even if his imperial guards destroyed the Yuan Dynasty, how long will the Song Dynasty prosper?

The students calmed down again, staring at Zhao Dongting with different expressions.

Someone stood up angrily and said, "This poem was written by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty. What does it have to do with you?"

Then he looked at Wen Qingshu, "Such a shameless person, Miss Wen invited her to the meeting?"

After saying that, he bowed his hand, "Chang was ashamed to join such a companion!"

Then you have to walk outside.

After that, several people stood up one after another.
Chapter completed!