super concubine

Chapter 66 Poetry Meeting ([-])

After making up his mind, Chen Mingzhong stroked his beard and muttered to himself: "Moonlight is like water and water is like sky, good sentence, good sentence, it should be clear!"

After finishing speaking, Chen Mingzhong picked up the wine glass and glanced at Xiao Mo.

This is to ask Xiao Mo for his opinion, because after all Xiao Mo is also one of the eunuchs who judged this poem. If he doesn't speak, Chen Mingzhong can't be arbitrary, so he will submit this poem to Zhao He.

Xiao Mo understood, picked up the wine glass, and had a full drink with Chen Mingzhong. There was nothing he could do, the poem was really well written, and Chen Mingzhong, an old man, was a bit petty, and he didn't know where he had offended him. After reporting his name, Chen Mingzhong has been giving himself a face.

"Mr. Chen is right. Let me see, this poem should be taken!" Xiao Mo said in agreement, but Xiao Mo only stated that the poem should be taken, and he didn't say anything dead. It was the first batch of poems handed in, and there are still many people who are writing or planning to write later. Who knows if there are any good works?

Only then did Chen Mingzhong nod, a smile finally appeared on his rigid face.

"Since you think it should be taken, then the old man will hand over this poem!" Chen Mingzhong's attitude towards Xiao Mo did not completely change because Xiao Mo agreed with him, and he directly called Xiao Mo Ru instead of 'Xiao Shanchang' or 'Xiao Mo'!
Xiao Mo didn't mind either, and smiled at Chen Mingzhong and made a gesture of invitation. Chen Mingzhong then stood up and said, "My lord, after deliberation with Xiaoyou, I found that this poem is suitable for the situation and the occasion, so I should take the first title!"

In front of Zhao He, Chen Mingzhong called Xiao Mo a "little friend". Since it was a gesture, Chen Mingzhong must do his best. Everyone turned their attention to the scroll in Chen Mingzhong's hand.

"First name?"

"Get out so soon?"

"It's a pity that my mind is blocked at this moment, but I let someone else take the first place..."

"I haven't started writing yet..."

Hearing Chen Mingzhong's words, many students who were still thinking and writing stopped and complained repeatedly.

And those gifted scholars who have written their poems but haven't handed in the scrolls have different expressions, some are surprised, some are unwilling, and some look regretful.Of course, there were also some conceited students who raised their heads proudly and looked at the chief with an expression of disbelief.

After the commotion, Zhao He stood up, signaled everyone to be quiet, and then read with a scroll: "Shangjianglou alone... Si Miaoran, the moonlight is like water... the water is like the sky..."

Where are the people who came to watch the moon? The scenery is vaguely like last year!
After reading this poem, the expressions on the faces of the students sitting down are even more exciting.

"Uh... the moonlight is like water and water is like the sky! Good sentence, good sentence." Zhu Xiuji also shook his head and read a sentence, and then asked Chen Mingzhong: "Mingzhong, who made this poem?"

"It's Xixian County School, a student named Zhao Mingxia!" Chen Mingzhong has a good memory, and he still remembers Zhao Xia's signature and source on the scroll. After speaking, Chen Mingzhong clasped his fists at the head of Xixian County School.

"Congratulations to Mr. Qin, Gao Zu, Gao Zu!"

"Hehe... Where, where! Compared with the four major academies in the state capital, my Xixian county school looks shabby, and only this Zhao Xia's poems can do it!" Although it is modest, everyone present Seeing it, Qin Ke, the head of Xixian County Xueshan, looked very proud, and his face was even more rosy.

It is indeed an honor to be nominated for such a poetry meeting and let Zhao He read the poems, and Qin Ke certainly feels that his face is much more radiant!
Regardless of whether he can get the first place in the end, at least Zhao Xia will win honor for himself and Xi County tonight!Thinking of this, Qin Ke was in a good mood, so he picked up his wine glass and drank a full cup.

"Huh!" A muffled hum came, interrupting Qin Ke's self-satisfaction. Everyone looked at it, but Chen Baichang said with a sullen face, "This is the first poem, so let's take the first name. It's too arbitrary!"

How did Chen Baichang know that this was a trick played by Chen Mingzhong?So I objected unceremoniously.

The two family members surnamed Chen had always been at odds, and everyone knew it, even Xiao Mo, who met for the first time, could see it.So of course others would not take Chen Baichang's dissatisfaction to heart.

"Huh?" Just when there was some silence, Zhu Xiuchi was surprised with the poem draft in his hand.

Zhao He, who was sitting on top of Zhu Xiuzhi, heard his surprise, leaned his head over and asked, "Could it be that Mr. Zhu found anything?"

Zhu Xiuzhi said: "I found out that there is, this poem..." Touching his beard and looking at Chen Baichang, Zhu Xiuzhi continued: "It's from Zhishui Academy, hehe...it was written by Guo Teng!"

Guo Teng?Hearing that his favorite student was mentioned by Zhu Xiuji, Chen Baichang nervously forgot to take a look at Zhu Xiuji, and didn't know whether Guo Teng's words were good or bad in Zhu Xiuji's eyes.

Coincidentally, the two protagonists, Zhao Xia and Guo Teng, are actually sitting together at the poetry meeting tonight.

The poetry meeting among literati, when they get together, of course they will announce their names to each other. After Guo Teng's words were also named, Zhao Xia and Guo Teng looked at each other, and then they both smiled.

However, the two did not talk much, because now they are opponents.

"Mr. Zhu, could it be that I know that this incompetent student in the Water Academy is not good at writing?" Seeing that Zhu Xiujiu hadn't written anything for a long time, Chen Baichang couldn't help but asked impatiently.

Zhu Xiuchi knew that he was anxious to win in front of Chen Mingzhong, and he didn't mind Chen Baichang's complaints. After shaking his head, Zhu Xiuchi said: "Forget this poem, let the prince judge it!"

After finishing speaking, Zhu Xiuzhi handed the scroll to Zhao He!
On the second floor of Huafang, the female family members of the palace and the women of Ruanxiang Pavilion are placed in two elegant pavilions respectively.

After Hu Yunxue was absent-minded in the afternoon, it was not until dinner time, when the poetry meeting started, that Zhao Yao pulled Hu Yunxue out of Zhao Yao's boudoir on the boat.

"Sister, I heard that there is another good word below, come and listen to it!"

"Listen to what?" Hu Yunxue was not used to the identities that were suddenly added to her, including the sudden addition of Zhao Yao, a cousin, and a high-ranking princess.

According to Zhao Yao's words, the one who is really superior is herself, because she is the authentic Destiny Girl, the daughter of the current emperor, and the princess of An Dynasty!

Am I really a princess?Why didn't daddy tell me?what do I do?
Hu Yunxue kept asking herself, but there was no answer.

Pulled by Zhao Yao, Hu Yunxue's heart skipped a beat when she watched Xiao Mo, who had a calm expression in the poetry meeting, from a distance on the second floor.

If it is true, what will happen to Ziheng when he hears the news?
Confused, Hu Yunxue also lost interest in the poems of those talented scholars.

Zhao Yao is different, she also seems to like poetry very much, and she is very excited to see the maid trotting all the way.

"Hurry up, hurry up, is there another good sentence? Is it better than that 'Moonlight is like water and water is like the sky'?"

The maid was just an ordinary court lady, she didn't know any poems, and she couldn't answer Zhao Yao's question, so she tried her best to hand over the poem manuscript specially copied for Zhao Yao to Zhao Yao's hand as fast as she could. .

"Hey, it's the first word..."

After silently reading the poem draft in her hand, Zhao Yao pulled Hu Yunxue and said, "Sister, you can also take a look, how about this sentence?"

Hu Yunxue glanced at it, and saw that on the poem manuscript, where Zhao Yao was pointing, it said 'Liu Cui, Yang Qingyan, Yun Zhengxia Shame', and then looked at the lyrics, it was 'Qu Yuguan'.

Hu Yunxue has been familiar with poetry since she was a child, and has a certain ability to evaluate poetry.

Maybe this is also the reason why my father deliberately asked me to learn poetry. After all, if I don't know the etiquette of poetry... Hu Yunxue thought wildly again, and even forgot to answer Zhao Yao's words for a while.

"Sister, sister?" Zhao Yao's voice sounded like a lark, pulling Hu Yunxue back to reality. In front of Hu Yunxue, Zhao Yao also recovered her playful nature as a little girl, and asked with her mouth pouted: "What do you think, sister?" Woolen cloth?"

Hu Yunxue shook his head and said, "No, nothing!"

Zhao Yao said: "Can't you accept it? Don't tell me my sister doesn't want to go back to the palace?"

"Uh..." Hu Yunxue didn't know how to answer, Zhao Yao's thinking was too jumpy, when did she stay in the palace?If you haven't stayed, how can you say 'go back'?
After thinking about it, Hu Yunxue sighed in her heart: Yes, I must have stayed in the palace, if not, where was I born?

"Actually..." Zhao Yao's voice sounded in my ear again, and the little girl said in a low voice, "Actually, I don't like going to the palace either. What's so good about being in the palace? I'm stared at by many people every day, so I don't feel comfortable at all. It's better to travel around the mountains and rivers with my father, sister, don't you think?"

"Ah?" Hu Yunxue shook her head, unable to say anything.

"Really!" Seeing that Hu Yunxue had been avoiding this topic, Zhao Yao complained, and then changed the topic to poetry again.

"This sentence, sister, tell me, what exactly is going on!"

"Uh..." Hu Yunxue really wasn't in the mood to discuss poetry, so she said, "The princess thinks this line of poetry is so different from the words 'A confidant in the sea, a neighbor in the world'?"

(End of this chapter)