Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

Well, to some extent, there is nothing wrong with Zheng Boyang's idea.

But Li Xin didn't care what Zheng Boyang thought. He just smiled lightly, and reminded him very kindly: "Brother Zheng, we have all heard the first line of your poem. What about the next line?"

Hearing the words, Zheng Boyang took a deep breath, remained silent for a moment, unexpectedly showed a warm smile, and slowly cupped his hands and said: "That's all, I know my own family affairs. Your Highness's poem is indeed very well written, and my humble work is not good." Bite the bullet and show your shame. I admit defeat. Your Highness's talents are worthy of my yearning and learning. Please give me more advice in the future."

In a sense, in the minds of the vast majority of literati there is a rule that should not be done: Face the problem, admit defeat half. Especially when it comes to comparing literary talents. As the saying goes, there is no first in literature, and there is no second in martial arts. After all, there is no objective evaluation standard for things like literature and poetry. Even if the difference in quality is so large that it is visible to the naked eye, the relatively poor one may not be useless.

In this case, throwing in the towel appears self-aware, retains poise, and even helps to project humility and studiousness.

No wonder Zheng Boyang made this choice at this time. In all fairness, if Li Xin were to change places with him, there would be no better choice but to admit defeat.

Chen Xinheng was a heartless person, and he didn't like Zheng Boyang at first, so he wanted to say something out loud so that he could continue to say the second half of the poem.

However, Li Xin kicked Chen Xinheng quietly, and then spoke directly, without giving the guy a chance to speak.

"Brother Zheng agreed. It's just a game during the banquet, so don't worry too much about winning or losing." Li Xin said with a smile, "Besides, poetry is just a trick. If I seriously study learning, I must not be as good as Brother Zheng."

After all, it was in front of the old man, and the father and son surnamed Zheng were also the guests of the old man. In any case, you still have to save some face for them. Li Xin said these words in a smooth and steady manner, which was a step up.

Zheng Boyang's face looked a little better, as if he had received Li Xin, he said with a wry smile: "Your Highness is humble."

Obviously he took the initiative to find fault, but in the end he had to rely on his opponent to save him face. This feeling is really subtle.

Chen Yin looked at the scene in front of him with a smile, nodded secretly in his heart, and his evaluation of Li Xin was a little higher. Of course, an old fox of his level can clearly understand why this kid Li Xin stopped suddenly in the end, and there was no reason why Zheng Boyang could not step down on the spot.

"I always say that I don't know the ways of the world, who will believe me, I obviously have a seven-aperture exquisite heart" Chen Yin said to himself in his heart, more and more affirmed his own judgment - Li Xin is just lazy, why can't he? As long as he can sharpen it well, he must be the pillar of the next generation of Datang, and he must be the one with excellent ability and means. I don't know who the next generation king is, and whether he can control this kid.

As soon as Chen Yin thought of this, he suddenly came to his senses.

A guy like Li Xin doesn't matter if he doesn't enter the court. Once he formally enters the court, he must be a powerful minister. If the monarch is not strong enough or his wrist is not strong, there are only two endings—either Li Xin wins, and the emperor is forced to order The princes, become a traitor like Cao Cao; either the emperor wins, Li Xin is wiped out, and it is not easy to save his life.