Usually the time of the so-called incense stick is about half an hour, but the time of burning incense used in today's poetry meeting is not that long.

The raw materials of incense are different, and the burning time is also different, some are faster, some are slower.

At this time, the incense burning in the incense burner is carved incense, that is, the burning time of a stick of incense is actually only one moment, which is converted into the modern twenty-four hour system, and one moment is fifteen minutes.

Writing a poem in fifteen minutes is still a great test of literary brilliance.

At this time, most of the show girls were already writing with their pens, and some of them were so anxious that their faces were flushed, but they couldn't hold back a word.

The civil and military courtiers and concubines were relaxed at this time, although the ten candidates had to go through a second selection, but if nothing else, they could actually stay, and what they earned was just the importance of the emperor in the eyes of the emperor and the level of their position.

The concubine Zhuang above tasted the tea happily, with a smug smile on her face, the emperor's sentence just now, he had high hopes for you, so that her whole person was a little smoky, and her posture became more and more upright, putting on a dignified appearance.

The concubine on the side glanced at Concubine Zhuang and said with a smile: "I see that the young lady of the Su family seems to have stopped writing, it seems that this time in the poem, this talented woman of Su is probably undoubtedly the first to come out on top." ”

Concubine Zhuang pursed her lips and smiled faintly: "Then Miss Su's talent is really good." ”

Concubine De, who was not far away, glanced at Concubine Zhuang angrily, Miss Su is a concubine of Zhuang, she is naturally so complacent, but it's a pity that Miss Zhu on her side has been practicing martial arts since she was a child, and now she just hopes that Miss Zhu won't be too ugly. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a joke for that pretentious slut.

The emperor sat on the throne, holding a cup of tea in his hand, thoughtfully, and Sixi on the side looked at it with some concern, ready to rescue him before the tea was poured out.

Eight concubines, ten show girls were selected, the hands of the palace concubines in this harem stretched out longer than they imagined, the emperor sneered faintly in his heart, the forces in this court are intertwined. This emperor is in office for every more day. The more he was touched, the more he was touched.

The father's throne is not from the right background, and it is still criticized by the world, and they have no foundation for this, and they are really tied up in this court. Any old minister dared to point his nose and scold him for being unconscious. Those palace concubines in the harem. Most of them are extensions of the power in the court. The concubines seemed to flatter him, but they might turn their heads and hand him a glass of poisoned wine with a smile.

And this much-fanfare so-called draft is just a supplement for those who are restless. The Emperor sneered. Her eyes slowly swept from the Miss Su family in the front row, one by one, from these show girls, and finally landed on the corner of Fang Xueqing, who was dressed in red and flamboyant and cold.

Miss Su had already handed in the scroll of poetry, standing quietly in front of the desk and waiting, and that Fang Xueqing seemed to be still struggling to write, far away from here, and Fang Xueqing was standing in the corner. From afar, I can't see how she writes, but looking at the posture of her pen, it is a little special, as if she is holding a sword instead of a pen in her hand.

The corners of the emperor's mouth hooked lightly, putting aside Xia Guotao's old fox, this Fang Xueqing itself is still a little interesting.

At this moment, a woman in a yellow shirt standing beside Fang Xueqing stepped forward and approached Fang Xueqing and said, "It's almost time." ”

Fang Xueqing raised her eyes slightly, seeing that no one was paying attention to her at this time, she pretended to sort out the poem manuscript in front of her, the "wild grass" she wrote before was pressed by her at the bottom, and a poem manuscript that had been prepared in advance and transcribed was turned to the top by her.

The handwriting on the manuscript of the poem is beautiful and neat, but it also reveals the meaning of a silver hook painted by iron. Fang Xueqing's foundation in Chinese culture and Chu Feifei are half a catty, Chu Feifei is fortunate to have Master Cui and Xia Shaoyuan to teach her, and she is finally half a step higher than Fang Xueqing, and Fang Xueqing is purely half illiterate.

At this moment, the time for a stick of incense has arrived, and each maid stepped forward to collect the poems of the show girls and handed them to Sixi, who presented them to the emperor.

The show girls in the field stood in a row again, and their own servants quickly cleared the field.

The emperor first flipped through the general pages, then picked up a few of them and read them carefully, and smiled: "Among the show girls this time, there are also a few talented ones, which is really surprising to me, and the secretaries should also appreciate it." With that, he asked Sixi to read the poems one by one.

The show girls standing quietly below have some of their own bad literary talents, their faces are worried, and they peek at their father's and brother's faces from time to time. Some people simply handed in the blank rolls, but they also lowered their heads and didn't dare to raise their heads at this time. The only ones who were calm at this time were Miss Su and Fang Xueqing, and the other one turned out to be Miss Zhu.

There was a cold smile on the corner of the emperor's mouth, and his gaze swept over the faces of these show girls one by one, and finally landed on the pretty face of Fang Xueqing, who was not shying away from it and was looking directly at him.

The two pairs of inherently cold eyes looked at each other coldly for a moment, and in the end, it was Fang Xueqing who turned her gaze away first, and her cold face seemed to be a little cracked, as if the ice that had melted in early spring clicked, and the jewel that was sealed inside was revealed.

A slight smile appeared at the corner of the emperor's mouth, but his eyes still fell on Fang Xueqing's body, and what Sixi read in his voice at this time was also the seven laws handed over by Fang Xueqing.

The first-class ministers and military generals here below are just that, which civil officials are not talented and learned, all of them are at least from the top three, how can they get into the poems of these beautiful girls. After listening to a few songs, I felt that it was simply ridiculous and generous, not to mention that it was not in agreement, and the battle was not neat, and some of them couldn't even rhyme.

It's just that in the way of the emperor's face, these civil officials will also praise two sentences in a timely manner, but the look on their faces is full of some casual jokes.

When the first two sentences of the goddess thought handed in by Fang Xueqing were read, the hundred officials below calmed down, and one by one they showed surprised expressions, and listened attentively.

I only listened to the recitation of the happy father-in-law:

"Lonely valley grows orchid wood,

Purple and purple.

Ice spirit makes bones for muscle jade,

Incense and hair are painted in Luoyi.

Smiling and staring at the streamer dance,

The crow-colored clouds are drunk with flowers.

If you want to pick up the stars for nine days,

Together, the sword is against the rhino. ”

After reading this goddess, the officials first fell silent for a while, and then began to talk about it.

When the emperor heard the last two sentences, "I want to pick up the stars for nine days, and I will touch the long sword to reach the spirit rhino." At that time, the eyebrows couldn't help but pick, and looked at Fang Xueqing quite playfully, and that Fang Xueqing stared at the sleepers on the beams, and the roses on her face became more and more intense. To be continued