"You kid really can't say a reason but always let others do it for you, tell me about you, how should I treat you well?" The emperor shook his head and pointed at her, not knowing what to say. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I'm thinking about it. You go back first. ”

"Cut ......" Jiang Yue saw that the emperor didn't believe her, pouted and left the imperial study unhappily.

The emperor stayed in the study and pondered Jiang Yue's words.

"Xiao Lizi, you said that there was a drought in Lake City six years ago, did there be a flood after that?"

After thinking for a while, Gonggong Li hurriedly bent down and said, "Yes, many people drowned at the beginning." The old slave remembers very well that at that time, the emperor, you didn't sleep well for a few days and nights. ”

After hearing this, the emperor nodded: "Then let Ge Kun prepare the disaster relief items and try to send them before the flood." Just send it to a nearby county town and don't let the rain flood. ”

"Yes."

"Forget it, you better let him come over, and I can tell him myself."

"Yes."

The final was scheduled for the evening, and those who participated in the competition could not hold back the excitement in their hearts, and couldn't help but want to perform in front of the emperor and all the ministers.

Jiang Yue, as Princess Yue, naturally sat in the front position, and she could see all the movements of the contestants there. Jiang Yue deliberately dressed up, just because she was afraid that Luoyang and Shuya would recognize her.

And her purpose was achieved, and neither of them recognized her.

First of all, the women's group. When Lin An appeared, the audience was in an uproar. Especially the queen and the emperor couldn't help laughing happily when they saw their daughter become so beautiful.

"An'er, come and let me see, oops, how did you become so beautiful?" The emperor held her arm lovingly, and then kept watching.

The queen smiled, "Yes, An'er." Who gave this makeup today, reward it quickly. ”

Lin An heard his father and mother praise him so much, and his heart was bubbling with beauty. smiled: "It was the people of Yinchun Tower who helped her daughter." My daughter heard that the people in Yinchun Lou were very skillful, so she asked them to help her daughter, but she didn't expect the painting to be so good. ”

After Lin An finished speaking, he smiled and quietly gave Jiang Yue a look. Jiang Yue smiled knowingly and nodded.

"Okay, come here, reward the silver of the Spring Tower." The emperor was happy, and he wanted to reward him with a wave of his hand. After hearing this, Qingzhu hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, the grass people have a reluctant request. ”

"Oh? You are? ”

"The grass people are the acting shopkeepers of Yinchun Building, so the grass people hope that the silver rewarded to Yinchun Tower will be donated to Beicheng, hoping that Beicheng can survive the drought as soon as possible."

After hearing this, the emperor smiled with satisfaction: "Well, it's rare that you have this heart, and I have recorded the reward this time." If you have any requirements in the future, as long as they are not excessive, I will definitely meet you! Ah, it can only be one. ”

"The grass people thanked the emperor for Yinchun Tower." Qingzhu was neither humble nor arrogant to bow to the emperor.

Jiang Yue was very satisfied with Qingzhu's performance, and when she looked at the emperor, she found that Lin An was looking at Qingzhu with a shy face.

"Oh, it seems that Lin An, this girl has taken a fancy to Qingzhu." Jiang Yue's eyes wandered between the two of them.

After the emperor chatted with everyone for a while, he began to announce the start of the game. The women's competition is more than poetry and singing, and it can basically be said to be all-round.

First of all, Miss Chen of Nan'an Mansion wrote a poem, a poem about the moon, which attracted applause and praise from everyone.

But it attracted a burst of disdain from Shuya. Since her fame has grown, she has become less and less inconsiderate of others.

"The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. The lover complains about the night, and he is lovesick at night. The candles are extinguished, and the light is full, and the clothes are dewed. It's unbearable to give away, and it's a good time to sleep. ("Mochizuki Nostalgia" Zhang Jiuling) After Shuya finished writing, the eunuchs around her held up the poem and sent it to the emperor and queen.

The emperor nodded and smiled, and with a wave of his hand, the eunuch showed the poem to the other ministers. Everyone who saw it subconsciously began to applaud.

"Okay, that's a good job."

"This woman seems to be called Shuya."

"That's right."

"This poem is really good......"

Everyone's praise came into Shuya's ears, which made her even more proud, and the corners of her mouth slowly widened.

After listening to this, Lin An also applauded Shuya and praised her. Shuya saw but ignored her and walked past her.

When Lin An's maid saw it, she was so angry that she wanted to go up to theorize, but was stopped by Lin An. Lin An walked to the front of the stage with a smile and bowed to the emperor and queen.

Then she elegantly wrote her poem in front of the desk: "Don't dream of going to Xie's house, the corridor is slanted."

Affectionate only has the spring court month, which is still a flower falling from people. ("Sender" Zhang Mi)

After the eunuch showed her poem to the emperor, the emperor shouted: "Good! And the first to applaud. As a father, he still prefers his daughter in his heart.

Whatever her daughter writes is good.

After the eunuch showed the poem to the ministers, their applause was even greater than Shuya's. Even Qingzhu applauded her. Lin An showed an excited smile on his face when he saw it.

Jiang Yue also drummed vigorously, causing the surrounding people to also drum hard. When Shuya saw it, she held back a wave of anger in her heart. When the rest of the people saw their poems, they quit the competition. So the game becomes three people.

Next up is the men's division.

In the end, Luoyang drew a picture of Danqing, which won the applause of the house. The emperor couldn't put it down, and finally ordered someone to frame the painting. There is no doubt that Luoyang won the first place in the Danqing group.

Chen Gongzi of Nan'an Mansion is also a powerful character.

"Chen Zhifeng in Xia Nan'an Province."

"Qingzhu in the lower Yin Chunlou."

"Qingzhu Gongzi is really as elegant as his name."

Chen Gongzi praised it. Please. Qingzhu gestured to him for a please.

Chen Zhifeng and Qingzhu came to the stage together and wrote together. Lin An sat in his seat and looked at Qingzhu stupidly, his eyes straightened.

Jiang Yue saw Lin An laughing out loud like this, and when she looked away, she saw that the queen was also looking at Lin An, but her eyes were full of worry.

Jiang Yue also reacted, Lin An is a princess, how can she be with someone like Qingzhu who has been a Qingqi before.

Chen Zhifeng stopped writing first, and then looked at Qingzhu who was still writing poems with a smile. Looking at his smile, Jiang Yue inexplicably felt familiar, and felt that someone had looked at her like this, and she felt a sense of spoiling......

Thinking of this, Jiang Yue's heart trembled, and she felt that she had found something terrible.

In the end, Qingzhu stopped writing. The eunuch first handed Chen Zhifeng's poem to the emperor, and after the emperor praised it, he read Qingzhu's poem again, although he also praised it, but he was not so excited about Chen Zhifeng.

Seeing the emperor's reaction, Jiang Yue and Qingzhu knew that Chen Zhifeng had won.

Qingzhu was not convinced, but after seeing the poem written by Chen Zhifeng, he finally sighed and bowed to Chen Zhifeng: "I lost under the bottom." ”

Chen Zhifeng looked at Qingzhu with his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "Qingzhu Gongzi's poems are very well written, and I appreciate Qingzhu Gongzi's literary brilliance very much, I wonder if we can discuss it together in the evening?" ”

"Uh...... Sorry, there won't be time for the next night. ”

"What about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow? ”