After the three yuan and the third, the ministers angered the ceremony and the music collapsed

Chapter 67

Jiang Zhao didn't care about their intentional isolation, and drank his own wine.

Occasionally Si Mubai would toast Yaoyao for a drink, instead of disturbing her, he felt more at ease.

The Taifu has been secretly looking at Jiang Zhao, and found that she is isolated and has no expression, so she is calm.

Taifu nodded slightly in satisfaction, it seems that he is a malleable talent.

Si Mubai looked at Jiang Zhao alone, sitting alone on the champion's seat, and felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

He didn't like Jiang Zhao who was so lonely, and he couldn't help but want to be with her so that she would not be alone.

But he also knew that Jiang Zhao didn't care about this kind of loneliness at all.

The group of people looked at Jiang Zhao with disdain. In their hearts, Jiang Zhao was not worthy of the title of champion.

Women should make some female red knitting at home. It is absurd to come out to take the imperial examination and not abide by women's morals.

Even if a woman is literate, she should read "Women's Rules" and "Women's Training" at home.

Or copying Buddhist scriptures, quieting your mind, going out to show your face, and eating and drinking with men, it is really indecent.

Now that they are sitting with Jiang Zhao, they all feel it is an insult.

It's just that deep down in their hearts they don't want to admit that they are being compared to a woman, which is why they are so hostile to Jiang Zhao.

Looking at Jiang Zhao who was drinking happily, Du Yuebin's expression darkened in an instant, but he quickly recovered.

He suggested with a smile: "The Qionglin Banquet is so grand, how about we write a poem by ourselves?"

He is the son of the prime minister, so everyone naturally flatters him.

Moreover, Du Yuebin has always been regarded as the head of the four great talents in Huaijing City, and they have always admired his talent, wanting to see if Du Yuebin's talent is as rumored.

So they agreed to Du Yuebin's proposal to compose poems.

Du Yuebin got up and cupped his hands and said, "Then ask two adults to judge for us and see whose poem is better?"

For today's Qionglin Banquet, he has prepared for several days and several poems, just for today, to get back all the face he lost before.

The prime minister naturally agreed, anyway, it would be boring for everyone to get together at the Qionglin Banquet.

What's more, he also knows that his son has prepared a lot for today, just to be able to overwhelm Jiang Zhao.

Of course he is happy to see it.

The Taifu didn't care too much about this kind of thing. He had investigated Jiang Zhao and knew Jiang Zhao's talent. For such a small, temporary poetry society, he would naturally be able to handle it.

Seeing that the two adults above the main seat agreed, Du Yuebin looked at Jiang Zhao and said.

"Zhuangyuan Lang, we plan to have a poetry competition, I wonder if Zhuangyuan Lang would like to do it together?"

Jiang Zhao, who was still eating, was taken aback for a moment, why did he suddenly start competing in poetry?

Seeing that she didn't agree immediately, everyone started to sneer.

"The number one scholar won't be afraid to agree, right?"

"She is the number one female champion of the Tianyu Dynasty. How could she agree to a small poetry competition like ours? She probably just wants to compose poems with His Majesty, right?"

"That is, how can people see us."

"This No. [-] scholar is really a big fan. Brother Du is not only the son of the prime minister, but also only second to her."

"It's normal for Zhuangyuan Lang to dislike the second place in the list. After all, she is the number one scholar 'handpicked' by His Majesty."

……

Everyone said something to each other, although there was a low voice, it could still reach Jiang Zhao's ears.

Hearing these people's cynicism, Jiang Zhao didn't care, just smiled.

Du Yuebin looked at Jiang Zhao and said with a smile, "I'm the one who was abrupt. If the number one scholar doesn't want to participate, then don't participate."

Although these words were for Jiang Zhao's sake and let her choose, Du Yuebin kept staring at Jiang Zhao after finishing speaking.

Jiang Zhao smiled slightly and said, "Since everyone has participated, wouldn't it be a bit out of place for me not to participate?"

The implication is that he wants to participate. Anyway, the 5000-year-old poems and books in his mind are enough to crush the Tianyu dynasty that has been hundreds of years old.

Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Du Yuebin set his sights on Si Mubai again.

"Brother Si, I wonder if you are interested in joining?"

Jiang Zhao participated, and Si Mubai would naturally also participate. He nodded, indicating that he could.

Now that everyone who should participate has participated, the poetry competition will begin.

"Today, in this Qionglin Banquet, there is a poetry competition. This Haitai Pavilion was newly built by Your Majesty for us. Why don't you use this Haitai Pavilion as the title and write poems and articles? What do you think?"

One of the students, who was dressed in fancy clothes and had slightly inverted triangular eyes, suggested.

After saying this, Du Yuebin subconsciously rolled his eyes at inverted triangle eyes.

He is Du Yuebin's disciple, and Du Yuebin instructed him to say so.

Du Yuebin stood up and nodded: "That's a good suggestion, so let's use Haitai Pavilion as the theme. What do you guys think?"

The prime minister's son has said so, and everyone will naturally not object.

As for Jiang Zhao and Simu Bai, both of them have an indifferent attitude, and they can do whatever the topic is.

So everyone began to meditate one after another, thinking about the poems they would write later.

Some drink to find inspiration, some sit in a chair and meditate, and some stand on the porch and look into the distance...

Each has its own state of finding inspiration.

Si Mubai and Jiang Zhao found a quiet place, brought two plates of side dishes from the table, and took two bottles of wine to drink with each other.

Holding the wine glass, Si Mubai looked out at the scenery and asked, "Does Tianran have any ideas about writing poems in this Haitai Pavilion?"

Jiang Zhao shook his head: "No."

Si Mubai smiled. He was not worried. With Jiang Zhao's talent, he could crush everyone present.

"Brother Mu Bai, do you have an idea?" Jiang Zhao asked.

Si Mubai's talent is not bad, otherwise he wouldn't be Tanhua, only slightly worse than Du Yuebin.

Si Mubai also shook his head, poetry is not what he is good at.

"Then don't think about it. It's good to eat and enjoy the scenery outside." Jiang Zhao sat on the ground and said with his hands on the ground.

Si Mubai also imitated her and sat on the ground, looking at the scenery outside.

The Silver Lake outside is shimmering under the sunshine.

The leaves of the willow trees on both sides of the Silver Lake have almost fallen, and the bareness shows that it is late autumn.

At this time, a group of birds flew over the Silver Lake.

Jiang Zhao looked at it, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "It's a pity that there is no sunset now, otherwise we can see the legendary sunset and lone bird flying together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky."

In her previous life, she was busy with her studies. Although she liked the scenery described in "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng", she never had the chance to see it.

(End of this chapter)