Chapter 177 I really can’t compose poetry! But, no.
Why is he brother-in-law?Not your brother-in-law? Chai Rong was a little confused, but then he thought about it, Qin Mo probably didn't understand it, and when he was about to correct it, Li Zhi stepped forward and said, "Mother, I have written a poem for my mother, please appreciate it!"
Everyone looked over and Queen Gongsun said with a smile: "Okay!"
She has always doted on Li Zhi. Li Zhi is not only smart, but also very talented!
"A young man returns from a trip to his hometown"
What Li Zhi wrote was a five-character sentence, which roughly said that when he was playing outside, he remembered the queen in the palace, and thought that one day, he could take the queen to see the time outside.
At the same time, he also praised the queen's mother's grace in the world.
Although it is not a quatrain for the ages, it is excellent.
Many people were friendly with each other, and many of them were followers of Li Zhi. For a time, Li Zhi became the most handsome boy in the room.
"Not bad!" Li Shilong also nodded!
Empress Gongsun said: "Your Majesty, you are interested!"
Li Zhi said with a smile: "This is what a son should do. The mother should assist the father, the emperor, and the world. She must manage the harem and teach us. I only hope that the mother can live a long and healthy life!"
As soon as he finished speaking, many people praised him, saying that Li Zhi was filial, talented and learned, and could be a wise king for a generation! This kind of praise made Li Xin particularly unhappy.
But he was restrained by his feet and could not get up, so he winked at Gongsun Chong. Gongsun Chong understood and stood up: "Aunt, my nephew also has a poem here, please appreciate it!"
Li Shilong was also a little unhappy with Gongsun Chong's title, but today Empress Gongsun was happy and he did not have an attack.
Empress Gongsun has been with Li Shilong since she was 13 years old. The two have been together for 30 years, and they know Li Shilong well, and secretly smile in their hearts.
This kid, His Majesty wouldn't call him that in person.
But she couldn't remind her, so she smiled and said: "You say it, I listen!"
Gongsun Chong smiled and began to recite poems composed of various gorgeous words, which made Empress Gongsun blush.
Qin Mo sneered. The flattery was so loud that it was even disgusting.
But he didn't bother to care. He kept looking at Li Yulan while eating.
The little widow lowered her head and looked at Qin Mo from time to time. Looking at each other, she felt a little panicked.
"Auntie, this song is called Fengyi Tianxia. I hope you like it!"
Queen Gongsun forced a smile, "Not bad!"
Li Shilong even felt a little nauseous. He used to think that Gongsun Chong was a talent, but some things that happened in recent days made him have a great change in his view of Gongsun Chong.
Gongsun Wuji is known as the number one think tank of Da Qian, but why is Gongsun Chong so blind?
Gongsun Chong didn't notice Queen Gongsun's embarrassment and happily retreated.
Then Du Youwei and others also took turns writing poems. No matter how well they did, they always enhanced the atmosphere of the scene.
Many ladies from aristocratic families are whispering that people who are full of knowledge always make people feel good!
Even Li Yue wrote a poem to celebrate his birthday. Although it is not very good, it is not bad.
It attracted applause from Qin Mo and others, and his brother, His Majesty, cheered.
Chai Sitian was thinking, isn't it said that Qin Mo's poetry is very good? Why doesn't he write poetry?
Chai Rong also felt strange, so he asked, "Qin Mo, don't you write poetry?"
"Poetry? I don't know how to compose poetry!" Qin Mo said.
"You don't know how to compose poetry? Then who wrote the two-word poem you wrote during the winter hunting?" "I don't know!" Qin Mo said, pretending to be stupid.
"Idiot, these guys are all rough and tumble men, but you are the only one with some culture. Why don't you write a poem for the Queen to celebrate her birthday?" Li Yongmeng said.
"Hey, how can I compose poetry? Don't talk nonsense!" Qin Mo waved his hands repeatedly.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion. During the winter hunting, they were watching Qin Moshi fight against the Confucian scholars.
Why can't I stop it now that I'm here?
"Idiot, stop hiding it!" Cheng Dabao said.
"Yes, brother, you are our leader. Even that big boss Dou Jianming composed a poem. We can't be embarrassed, can we?" Cheng Xiaobao said.
"Xiaobao, don't talk about my brother like that!" Dou Yiai reminded him somewhat unhappily. Although Dou Jianming didn't like to play with him, he was still his brother after all!
Cheng Xiaobao smiled bitterly, and Liu Rujian said: "Yes, idiot, just write a poem, we don't have any poems here!"
No matter what they said, Qin Mo just didn't make any move.
At this moment, Li Shilong looked at Qin Mo, "Qin Mo, don't you write a poem?"
"I compose poetry? How can I compose poetry? Father-in-law, please stop joking!"
"You can't compose poetry?" Li Shilong frowned, "Who did it? Who did it in Liangzhou? Who did it?"
"Did I do all of this?"
Qin Mo scratched his head, "I was drunk that day and couldn't remember anything!"
Everyone almost fainted. These two poems were now spread all over the capital, and everyone even arranged them into a song. Even Huangkou Xiao'er could recite two lines of them!
Qin Mo actually said he didn't remember? "Qin Mo, stop pretending to me!" Li Shilong was a little angry.
Qin Mo felt extremely aggrieved, "Father-in-law, I'm really not pretending. I really can't write poetry!"
"You're talking nonsense, Qin Mo, you can obviously compose poetry, it's just that you don't want to do it!" Hou Yong stood up and said.
"Baby monkey, what's wrong with you here? Stop beeping!" Qin Mocai didn't like him.
Hou Yong was extremely angry. At this time, Gongsun Chong also stood up and scolded Qin Mo, "Today is my aunt's birthday. Don't hurt others with your words. You obviously know how to write poetry, but you just don't want to do it!"
The prince also frowned and said, "Qin Mo, you know how to write poetry but don't do it because you think your mother is not worthy of your poetry?"
This is a heart-breaking statement.
Li Yongmeng and others suddenly became anxious and said one after another: "Idiot, write a poem quickly!"
Qin Mo looked helpless, "I, I really can't do it!"
Li Yushu was also a little angry. Now everyone in the capital was singing, but Qin Mo, a poet, said he couldn't compose poetry.
Who believes?
Only Li Yulan knew that Qin Mo could only write poetry when he was drunk!
But it’s hard for her to stand up and speak at this moment! Empress Gongsun also knew Qin Mo's talent. Although she couldn't say she was unhappy at the moment, she felt a little unhappy. However, she still helped Qin Mo out of the situation, "Okay, good poems are rare. In this moment, let Qin Mo It’s too difficult for him to write a poem!”
Li Shilong also felt that it made sense. Qin Mo made the cake and cooked so many dishes himself, so there was no doubt about his filial piety.
I wanted to expose this matter, but Li Xin said again: "Qin Mo, do you have any objections to your mother, so you don't write poems?"
(End of this chapter)