There was a sudden silence in the deer park.

The opportunity is rare, and everyone understands that the next step is when everyone shows their strengths and competes in poetry.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, except for the sound of grinding ink and paper.

All the scholars are the leaders in the literature and Taoism, even if the ink is extravagant, they also exude a transcendent bearing, exuding a rich literary atmosphere.

"The Queen Mother's question is not easy, I don't know if Brother Shaojun can get it right?"

On the high platform, Wei Zhen served beside the Queen Mother, pursed her lower lip, and subconsciously looked at Chen Shaojun in front of one of the white jade tables, slightly apprehensive in her heart.

This time, what surprised her the most was to see Chen Shaojun at the snow appreciation conference.

Although I don't know how he got invited.

On the other side, Chen Shaojun studied ink alone, his expression was downcast and generous, compared with other scholars, he was neither so arrogant nor deliberately low-key, but he had a unique outstanding temperament.

Or sensing Wei Zhen's gaze, Chen Shaojun raised his head, smiled slightly, and handed over a look:

"Don't worry, it's okay. ”

He knew what Wei Zhen was thinking, but he really didn't talk about poetry and songs, articles and learning.

"Poof!"

Vera almost burst out laughing, but she was happy in her heart.

"Girl, what are you laughing at?

On the side, the Empress Dowager Dashang heard the laughter, couldn't help but glance at her, and scolded with a smile.

"Queen Mother, you're making fun of me again, but Zhen'er isn't. ”

Wei Zhen hurriedly lowered her head and denied it, her ears were slightly red, and she subconsciously revealed a hint of girlish shyness.

Although the Queen Mother is the mother of the world and is the lord of the harem, the relationship between Wei Zhen and the Queen Mother is very close, and it is not an ordinary relationship between monarchs and ministers.

"Oh?"

The Empress Dowager of Dashang smiled, and glanced at the scholars below, there are talents gathered here, and I didn't pay attention to it just now, and I don't know which son is favored by Wei Zhen.

"Ahh

"Queen Mother, look!"

At this time, a sudden exclamation came, attracting the attention of the Empress Dowager of the Great Shang, and following the eyes of the palace maids, in the northwest corner of Merlin, a young scholar of seventeen or eighteen years old was writing hard, as if he was writing something.

The Empress Dowager Dashang just glanced at it, and suddenly some palace maids couldn't help but exclaim.

The exam questions have just been announced, the young scholar's pen walks the dragon and snake, each stroke falls, there is a tactful, crisp sound in the void, looking at it from a distance, the void burst out of light, it seems that there are pearls and jades falling, falling on the young scholar's rice paper, it looks extremely magnificent.

"Words and words!"

After all, the Queen Mother has extraordinary knowledge, and she can distinguish it at a glance, this is the same line of Confucianism and Taoism, and the articles she writes are secretly reasonable, and there is a situation where the articles are holy.

There are five levels of manifestation, each of which is subdivided.

Among them, the first heavy pen is divided into several realms, which are clearly four small realms of the word Shenghaoguang, the word Zhuji, the word Canjin Rust, and the word Shengyanxia.

The word Shengzhuji is the second weight of the non-existent.

There is a way that the article is natural, and the vast majority of literary and Taoist students have written articles throughout their lives, and the articles they write cannot reach the realm of writing and becoming images.

Moreover, even if you have reached the realm of writing and becoming an image, it does not mean that you can achieve it in the future articles, and because of this, the poetry and articles that are written and written are extremely valuable.

Most people, who can reach the first level of literacy, can already be called talented, enough to be proud.

And this young man can write articles so quickly, word by word, it is extremely rare, at least surpassing many scholars.

"Whose son is this?"

The Queen Mother said, and she couldn't help but look sideways.

"Back to the Queen Mother, that is the son of Nalan, is the nephew of the prime minister, has been a poet since he was a child, he sang poetry at the age of seven, and he can make an article at the age of eight. ”

The old eunuch who was serving on the side spoke.

Everyone's information, he had at his fingertips, obviously with his heart, and was very familiar with everyone.

"Wenhua Bang, wasn't that drawn up by Taifu and several respected Confucian and Taoist masters?"

The Empress Dowager Dashang's eyes flashed, and she was a little surprised:

"It's no wonder it's one of them. ”

"The Queen Mother rest assured, this feast, there are many talents in the Wenhua list, their poetry and songs, articles and learning, have been recognized by Confucianism and Taoism, and the pen is not a problem, and it will be able to make good articles, good poems, and not disappoint the Queen Mother. ”

"From these talents, we can also see the wealth, prosperity and aura of my big business, which is also the luck of big business!"

The old eunuch in brocade bent over and said on the side.

"Well, that's good. ”

The Queen Mother also smiled and nodded slightly.

The speaker had no intention, but the listener had a heart, and hearing the discussion between the Queen Mother and the brocade-clothed eunuchs beside her, Wei Zhen couldn't help but show a worried look.

"Brother Shaojun......"

Wei Zhen subconsciously looked at Chen Shaojun in the crowd.

If there are so many young talents in the Wenhua List among these scholars, doesn't it mean that this snow appreciation event is far more competitive than imagined, and it also means that Brother Shaojun basically has no chance?

This was by no means what she wanted to see.

It's a pity that even he can't help at this time.

"The Queen Mother, the student's poem has been done, and the student thinks that although the plum is noble, it is only a thing created by the cold winter and snow, if there is no cold winter, where does the plum fragrance come from?"

At this time, a voice came into his ears, in the northwest position, in front of the white jade table, after Nalan Gongzi finished writing, he threw the brush and stood up, naturally revealing a proud temperament:

So this time, the title I did next was called "Night Snow", which was the student's perception when the heavy snow first fell a few days ago, and the Queen Mother was invited to appreciate it. ”

"I have been surprised that the pillow is cold, and I can see the window again. ”

"I know that the snow is heavy at night, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo. ”

Nalan Gongzi picked up the rice paper on the table and read out the verses on it, and his voice was loud and vibrated in all directions.

As soon as the voice fell, the voice of Yan Mo around him suddenly became much quieter, and a pair of eyes looked over one after another, showing admiration in their eyes.

"Nalan Gongzi is really powerful, although the title is "Night Snow", but none of them are positive descriptions of snow. ”

"'I have been surprised that the pillow is cold', which means that when I sleep at night, I suddenly feel that it is very cold in the bed, and 'see the window again', the word 'Ming' is not the moonlight, but the reflection of the night snow, the two sentences do not have any description of the frontal snow, but it has made people feel that the snow is covered and the cold winter is coming. ”

"Not only that, but the best thing is the word 'heavy' in the third sentence 'I know how heavy the snow is at night', which is a wonderful word. Everyone only knew that the snow was heavy, but they didn't know that the snow was piling up on the ground, and the thickness of the spread was naturally heavy. ”

"When I heard the sound of breaking bamboo, the bamboo was broken, the snow was naturally heavy, and more importantly, we were Confucianism and Taoism, and Meilan Juzhu was one of the four gentlemen. ”

"Throughout the article, every sentence is about snow, but every sentence is not snow, Nalan Gongzi's aura is really not comparable to us, and he is worthy of being a character in the Wenhua list. ”

......

Looking at the arrogant figure in the northwest corner, everyone admired it in their hearts.

"Not bad!"

On the throne, the Empress Dowager of Dashang also nodded, revealing a hint of appreciation:

"Nalan Gongzi has done a good job, appreciating a snow brocade, two out-of-print scriptures, as for the fairy world gold stone, wait until everyone finishes it, and then make a decision. ”

"Empress Dowager Xie!"

Prince Nalan bowed, took the reward from the palace maid who came from the opposite side, and then sat down slowly.

"Hmph, what's the big deal, isn't it just a little skill, who can't do it, and the characters on the Wenhua list are just like that. ”

Suddenly, I don't know who said it in the plum blossom forest, hearing this, Nalan Gongzi's expression turned cold, a trace of anger appeared on his face, and he subconsciously glared around, but he didn't find who was the person who spoke.

However, the Empress Dowager of Great Shang on the throne laughed, but she did not blame, it seemed to be commonplace.

Wen Wu first, Wu Wu second, all of the people who participated in this snow appreciation conference were talented Tianzhi sons, although Nalan Gongzi's poems were good, but if you want to suppress all the scholars, I am afraid it will be difficult to do it.

"Alright, let's go ahead. ”

The Queen Mother smiled.

The sound of grinding ink and rustling writing sounded again, and everyone continued to compose poems, but in a few moments, there was a new movement.

Wei Zhen sat next to the Queen Mother, condescending, looking around, only to see a famous gentleman sitting still, bowing his head to write, and with the dance of the pen, the thin rice paper on the table immediately gave birth to a ray of light.

One two three four...... There are as many as twenty or thirty such figures.

"Words are full of words!"

Wei Zhen was also secretly frightened when she saw this scene, although these people were not as good as that Nalan Gongzi, but at least they had reached the realm of the first level of pen imagery, and the words were vivid.

"The Queen Mother is right, all the people who participated in the snow appreciation conference this time are Zhong Lingyuxiu, talented people with a clean aura, and their poems and articles, each of them is difficult for ordinary people to memorize!"

Wei Zhen's good-looking willow eyebrows tightened, and her heart became more and more worried.

She always felt that since Shaojun's brother came to participate in this snow appreciation conference, it must have great expectations, but no matter how much she liked Chen Shaojun, she had to admit that with Chen Shaojun's previous reputation and reputation in Wendao, let alone standing out and taking the lead, I am afraid that I want to be on an equal footing with others and reach the same level of poetry...... It's hard to do!

"Unfortunately, I don't know how to compose poetry at all!"

A look of worry flashed in Wei Zhen's eyes.

"Whew!"

At this time, the air flow surged, and a gust of wind suddenly surged, blowing countless plum trees in the deer park to tremble, and clusters of plum blossoms were blown up by the air current, flying into the sky, and then sprinkled all over the sky.

Before everyone could react, a column of qi turned into gold and rose into the sky, and the pillar of air rushed up more than seven zhang high, looking at it from a distance, it was like a beautiful and bright brocade hanging upside down in the void, looking magnificent and magnificent.

"Wow!"

Seeing this scene, the crowd was in an uproar, and even the Queen Mother on the throne couldn't help but blink her eyes, revealing a hint of surprise.

"Splendid article!"

Judging from the vision revealed in the poem, the quality of this poem is still above that of Nalan Gongzi, and it is the best poem written so far.

"Queen Mother, my poem is also ready!"

At this time, a young child's voice was extremely crisp, and suddenly sounded in the deer park.

"Wang Xiaonian?!"

Chen Shaojun didn't care about it at first, but when he heard this familiar child's voice, he couldn't help but subconsciously turn his head to look, only to see an eight- or nine-year-old boy wearing green clothes under a plum tree in the distance, and standing up with his hands folded like an adult.

That immature face looks old-fashioned, isn't Jingyue prodigy Wang Xiaonian, who is it?