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Mu Chenghuang naturally knows that Concubine Xi has always been proud of her daughter, Mu Chengyao, the fourth princess of Dashun, although this is an era of the supremacy of force, but for these royal relatives and nobles who do not worry about eating and drinking, clerical etiquette and music are the standard for assessing a person, Mu Chengyao's talent is not shallow, Concubine Xi wants Mu Chengyao to take advantage of this poetry meeting to be beautiful again.

Mu Chengyao was born with a goose egg face, a pair of apricot eyes are very good-looking, but the other facial features are not prominent, fortunately, the eyes are beautiful, and Concubine Xi knows how to dress up her daughter, compared to the dignified and cold of the eldest princess, but it is a little more charming and moving.

She wore a goose-yellow peony group flower brocade dress today, wearing a pair of Luanfeng gold leaves on her head, sitting upright, lining the lake behind her, it was very good-looking, and occasionally raised her eyes to scan everyone, although she was only half a year old when she was older than Mu Chenghuang, but at the tips of her eyes, there was already a bit of Concubine Xi's fierce momentum.

Mu Chengyao's eyes fell on Mu Chenghuang, and Ying Ying said: "I heard that the fifth sister has done her best to help Lu Meiren's poetry meeting with the begonias in the palace this time, and even Concubine Ru's favorite jade-colored Lige begonia has moved out, but why haven't you seen it?"

Mu Chenghuang took a sip of tea, Lu Meiren did ask her to bring the pot of jade-colored begonias, but if people want it, she has to give it? She raised her head slightly, and only replied: "Before it blooms, I won't take it over to spoil the scenery." ”

Lu Meiren smiled and said: "Yes, if it weren't for the help of the five princesses recently, how could we see such a good blooming begonia flower? ”

Mu Chenghuang only glanced up at her, this Lu beauty's specialty move is this gentle knife, you can't show a trace of dislike when you look at her, otherwise her pair of watery eyes are flushed red, it's yours, Mu Chenghuang didn't speak, but Ma Cainu came forward to solve the siege: "Since it is a poetry meeting today, there must be a person who reviews poetry, is it Sister Lu herself?"

"Naturally it's not me, I'm itching today, I want to try this begonia, as long as everyone doesn't dislike my ugly poetry. ”

At that moment, some people agreed, which was nothing more than saying that Lu Meiren was the first talented woman in the harem, how could there be a saying that she was ugly.

Mu Chenghuang smiled slightly, this can only be when the eldest princess is not there, can I tell this Lu beauty is the first talented woman, the eldest princess is now in the national temple to accompany the queen mother to pray for blessings, if she is here, the first prize must be her.

After a while, the person who commented on the poem arrived, and it turned out to be Dr. Tao, the chief administrator of the Guozijian, who was also the master of the four princesses present.

Although Dr. Tao is over fifty years old and has a little gray hair, he is accompanied by ancient books and poems every day, but there is a smell of fairy wind and bones, he saw all the concubines, one by one, and heard someone whispering around him: "This Zhao beauty is really a big face, and he actually invited Dr. Tao here." ”

The poetry club is also pay attention to the rules, since the theme is to chant begonias today, it is a person who inscribes a poem on paper, writes it on the poem, hides the name, and then gives it to the person who reviews the poem to evaluate, and those who do not write poetry to decide one, two, or three, and then unveil the name, and appreciate it carefully.

There was a versatile eldest princess before, and there was a Mu Chengyao who liked to plagiarize the poems of the ancients the most, Mu Chenghuang's poems rarely entered the top three, but today I looked at Mu Chengyao pinching the pen and slowly not putting down the pen, and seemed a little absent-minded.

Mu Chenghuang figured out the two words he wanted to use left and right, Tang Baolin grinded ink for her beside her, Tang Baolin has always had a good relationship with Concubine Xi, and he is also loyal, although he gave birth to a second princess before, but a few years ago, the twelve-year-old second princess drowned, she was alone, Mu Chenghuang was depressed for the death of his mother a while ago, he didn't think about tea and dinner, and when he was willing to fall, Tang Baolin came to relieve Mu Chenghuang.

A bereaved daughter and a bereaved mother, speaking of which, there is some mutual sympathy and pity.

"I thought that the fifth princess would lock herself in Jinglan Palace as before, and not participate in the affairs of the palace, but now that she is in a relaxed mood, she has finally figured it out. "Tang Baolin was born plump in the past, but after the loss of his daughter, he became more and more thin, although he was dressed in gorgeous clothes, his face was slightly haggard, but this sick face has been maintained for many years, and others are used to it.

"You can't get over it all the time," Mu Chenghuang whispered, "but Baolin has lost some weight." ”

Listening to Mu Chenghuang and Tang Baolin talking here, Concubine Xi coughed dryly, she didn't participate in the inscription, she just sat in the first seat and watched this group of hypocritical women dance and write.

"What's the matter, Cheng Huang can't write, do you want to ask Tang Baolin for advice?"

"Don't dare. Mu Chenghuang quickly wrote the book, and finished the last word, "Chenghuang has finished writing." ”

Dr. Tao took Mu Chenghuang's poetry note, read it word by word, stroked a goatee, and said with a smile: "Yes, there is a lot of progress." Naturally, Dr. Tao only read silently, and could not read out loud, so as not to disturb the inscription of other people.

The hour of a stick of incense has passed, and everyone has handed in the poems, only Ma Cainu and Mu Chenglan have not finished writing, but unfortunately the time has passed, and they can't be counted after writing.

Mu Chengxin was beside Mu Chenglan, leaned over and glanced at it, and when she saw that it was a large blank space, she smiled and said: "This incense stick has passed, and the Sixth Emperor Sister has not written anything, is this because there is no ink in her stomach, or are you afraid that her handwriting will not be good?"

The sixth princess Mu Chenglan's mother is a servant girl, everyone knows, although she later became a royal wife, she can't change people's tongues, Mu Chenglan listened, her head hung down even more, and her ears were full of gossip from others, even if some people were just discussing whether it was better to lose weight with apples or greens to lose weight, it seemed to have become a sarcasm to herself in her ears.

"Who said that the Sixth Emperor Sister didn't write it. Mu Chenghuang also glanced at Mu Chenglan's side, smiled and lifted Mu Chenglan's poem, pointed to a column of small characters in the upper right corner, and said, "It's just that the words of the Sixth Emperor Sister are too small, the flowers are light and reflect the heavy door, and the seven sections are full of snow." These two sentences are good, but the last two sentences are missing, and I think the six emperor sisters haven't thought about it yet. ”

Dr. Tao listened, "Show me." "Take the poem, sure enough, it's just that Mu Chenglan's words are not very good, in fact, these two poems are difficult to distinguish, you can only see a door word and a seven-character at a glance, and the rest of the words are a little vague, Mu Chenghuang can answer like a stream, and he thinks that he has his own mind to relieve Mu Chenglan.

Although the sixth princess Mu Chenglan is not good at studying, she has always worked hardest, and Dr. Tao couldn't bear to break it, but said: "Well, it's good." ”

Concubine Xi heard that it was passed on, and when she saw a cloud of black things, she snorted coldly: "A mess of nonsense, who can see what is written, even if it is well written, but it is not finished, and after another hour, it can't be counted." ”

Mu Chenglan didn't want to win any rankings, but he hung his head lower and lower, Dr. Tao began to comment on one poem after another, and finally after unanimous discussion by everyone, it was naturally Zhao Meiren's poems that stood out and won the first place.

It's just that the second and third places are not easy to decide, they all have poems that can be handled, and the artistic conception is also good, Concubine Xi can see at a glance that the more beautiful poem on the left is from the hand of Mu Chengyao, several praises, and many concubines also echo it, but in Dr. Tao's eyes, I feel that the poem on the right is done in one go, and each sentence has a place to play with it, as for the sentence on the left, it seems that only the first two sentences are more brilliant.

It took some time to weigh the verses left and right, which made Concubine Xi a little dissatisfied, and she said with some decisive meaning in her tone: "How else do you need to evaluate this, naturally the one on the left is better, isn't Dr. Tao erudite? Why are you so hesitant?"

Zhao Meiren smiled and saluted gently: "This one on the left is good, but the first two sentences of the east wind curl up the Chongguang, and the fragrance is thin and the moon is in the corridor, which seems to be suspected of imitating the poets of the previous dynasty, and Dr. Tao naturally has to weigh it left and right." ”

Concubine Xi was a little disliked: "There are so many ancient and modern poems and books, how about a few similar sentences?"

Mu Chenghuang secretly took a sip of tea, she was not surprised that Mu Chengyao had plagiarized and adapted the poems when she participated in the court poetry meeting, but everyone didn't dare to say more when they looked at Concubine Xi's face, but this Zhao beauty was really gentle, not to mention, who this poem was not announced now, even if she said this straightforward sentence, Concubine Xi was not to blame more.

It's just that Mu Chengyao, who has a pale face, really thinks that he has found a unique book of poetry, and few people read it, so he can avoid the eyes of Dr. Tao and Zhao Meiren.

Dr. Tao also knew that this poem was suspected of plagiarism, and his skinny hand touched the poem on the right, ready to announce that the poem was the second place.

Suddenly, a little eunuch ran in recklessly, knelt down and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, the pelican net on the west side of Bibo Lake has broken a big hole, and the pelican is frightened, and flies out of the hole and flies towards this side." ”

Before the little eunuch finished speaking, suddenly a big bird swooped down towards this side like an arrow, a group of concubines were in a hurry, Tang Baolin was busy protecting Mu Chenghuang behind the pillar, and saw that the big bird with wings up to a foot hovered in the air, and suddenly rushed down to this side, aiming in the direction of Concubine Xi.

Under the sun, Concubine Xi's jewelry was shining brightly, and the pelican stood on the railing next to her, as tall as an adult man, staring at Concubine Xi, who had fallen from her chair, she was sitting on the ground, and was bound by a beautiful dress, the corners of the pelican's mouth were like hooks, very mad.

"Help, come and help. Concubine Xi shouted, and put her hand back, but she caught a cold hand.