In the center of the glorious hall, the dancing girls and musicians have long been withdrawn, and Jia Baoyu is independent of it, splashing ink and being full of spirit.

From the emperor and general to the guard Huangmen, all of them looked at this young man in a long shirt and a Confucian robe.

In this situation, the young man's romantic atmosphere is undoubtedly revealed.

Ye Qiong, who was over the age of six, also looked at Jia Baoyu, looking at it, the smile in his eyes became more and more obvious.

The cheat sheet he gave was very concise, and it would never have been delayed for such a long time.

Obviously, this little guy is so confident that he even abandons the old man's poems......

So, the old man, I want to see what you little fellow can do in the end!

Ye Qiong was originally slightly sorry for pushing Jia Baoyu to the cusp today, but all disappeared at this time. He could see that this little guy had a lot of aura, and he didn't show cringe from beginning to end, maybe he was still a little high-spirited at this time.

If so, it's the best of both worlds.

Ye Qiong smiled, and when he saw that Jia Baoyu had finally stopped writing, he stood up and bowed to the top: "Emperor Qiqi, I see that this son is first calm and confident, and then the more he goes to the back, his expression becomes more and more impassioned, so the old minister expects that what he has done must be extraordinary."

The old minister has been a scholar for many years, and he likes to guide and observe the knowledge and talent of the younger generations, and he has not seen such an outstanding child for many years.

Therefore, the old minister is cheeky, and today I want to be a deputy envoy of Bingbi, and personally read it for the Taishang, the Queen Mother, Your Majesty, all the mothers, and all the ministers to congratulate you. ”

Ye Qiong's words made Jia Baoyu, who had just finished writing the great leader's masterpiece and was a little flustered, stunned.

Then I thought that when I came in before, I found that the atmosphere inside was not quite right, and this Master Ye should be afraid that what he wrote was not outstanding enough, and he couldn't let the Emperor Taishang "Dragon Face Dayue", so he personally went out to polish it......

After all, the same poem, when read from the mouth of the elders of the two dynasties and the imperial masters, and from the mouth of the eunuch, the effect and meaning must be different.

It's hard to be courtiers for them, even if they are pleasing to the emperor, they still have to set up a name.

The Emperor Taishang also seemed to be a little surprised, but he didn't object, but said: "Just according to Ye Qing's wishes." ”

"Emperor Xie." Ye Qiong bowed, and then walked down tremblingly. When Ye Hao saw it, he hurriedly got up and stepped forward to help.

Jia Baoyu was not surprised to see Ye Hao. As the queen's own nephew, it is reasonable that he is arranged to sit inside.

Ye Qiong slowly walked up to Jia Baoyu and said with a smile: "Maybe you can have a look with me?" ”

Jia Baoyu hurriedly bowed: "Please." Then take two steps back and give way.

Ye Qiong stepped forward with a smile, picked up the manuscript paper from the table, and when she saw Jia Baoyu's words first, she glanced back at Jia Baoyu.

Jia Baoyu smiled embarrassedly, he had already written the words very seriously, and he thought it was not bad, but in front of a grandmaster-level figure like Ye Qiong, I am afraid it is still too ugly......

It seems that Daiyu was right to laugh at him before, in this world, the handwriting is not good, it is indeed a hard injury.

Ye Qiong was embarrassed to see Jia Baoyu, and laughed to herself, knowing that he was too demanding. Jia Baoyu doesn't seem to be very old, and there is still time to practice again, but it doesn't hurt.

Turning back and continuing to read the content, his expression gradually became more and more precious, and at the end, he shook his hands with excitement.

After glancing again, Ye Qiong couldn't help but turn around and ask, "Is this really what you wrote?" ”

"Uh......" Even if Jia Baoyu thought about it again and again, he didn't say anything at this time: "Taishi, do you think there is something wrong?" ”

"Wrong? No, no! Ye Qiong shook her head, her expression was even more excited, and she even forgot to read it out for a while, and praised it directly: "The old man has never seen such a majestic and magnificent artistic conception of the 'Qinyuan Spring' word!" Even, the old man ......"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Qiong glanced at Jia Baoyu deeply, then turned around and knelt down: "Congratulations to the Emperor, congratulations to the Emperor." The old minister asserted that Jia Baoyu's poem for the Emperor was the best gift the Emperor received today. ”

Ye Qiong was so solemn, not to mention the ministers in the palace, even the Emperor Taishang also straightened his body slightly, and asked, "Oh? What kind of poem can make Ye Qing value it so much, and he still can't read it to listen to it. ”

"The old minister obeys."

After Ye Qiong received the order, he re-opened Jia Baoyu's script, turned sideways to everyone in the hall, coughed lightly, and after calming down, he slowly read:

"Qinyuan Spring-Snow

In the winter of the eleventh year of Jingtai, the emperor had an eight-year-old birthday in his seventies, and he was in the Chongde Hall of Xiyuan to congratulate the ......"

When everyone heard that Jia Baoyu used the word "Qinyuan Spring", they were a little surprised. Although Qinyuanchun is also used by ancient and modern literati and writers, there are very few famous articles that have really been handed down. Looking at Ye Qiong's previous style, could it be that Jia Baoyu really made an innovative breakthrough on the basis of his predecessors?

As for the preface to the words that follow, the time, place, and reason for the lyrics are briefly explained, and there is nothing to say.

"The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow.

Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, only reckless; Up and down the river, suddenly lost and surging.

Mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi wax elephant, want to be higher than the heavenly public test.

It must be a sunny day, and look at the red dress, which is extraordinarily enchanting.

There are so many delicate rivers and mountains, attracting countless heroes to bend their waists......

......”

"I cherish the Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty, and slightly lose the literary talent; Tang Zong and Song Zu are slightly less coquettish.

A generation of Tianjiao, Genghis Khan, only knows how to bend the bow and shoot the eagle.

The past, the number of romantic figures, but also look at the present. ”

Ye Qiong's voice was old and vigorous. Sometimes it looks like a goshawk in the sky, a bird's-eye view of the white earth, and sometimes it is like a horse on the plateau, galloping in the picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

At the top of the main hall, the body of the Emperor Taishang sitting crookedly has been corrected for some time.

Originally, he thought that even if Jia Baoyu was outstanding, it would just be a praise for him. This matter, the first assistant of the cabinet has already done it on behalf of the hundred officials of the imperial court before, no matter how good Jia Baoyu's literary style is, can he still surpass the cabinet princes?

However, after listening to Ye Qiong's recitation, he had an urge to let him read it again.

Yes, he didn't hear clearly. Or rather, he heard clearly, but he didn't remember.

Every row of rhythm in the words is so majestic and natural, and he seems to be guided back to the lofty ambition of directing the country and leveling the world.

If poetry is based on words, words are about romance. Then Jia Baoyu's first word is undoubtedly a success.

He prides himself on being a saint, let me ask, if a poem that can mobilize the emotions of a generation of saints cannot be regarded as a success, what will happen?

After Ye Qiong finished reading the words, there was no superfluous movement, just holding the manuscript and turning to face the emperor.

The Emperor pondered for a moment, and said, "Present it." ”

The chief eunuch who had been serving him was the best at observing words, and when he heard this, he hurriedly walked down the steps, took the draft from the eunuch who was handed it over, and quickly handed it over to the emperor.

The Emperor lowered his head to browse, and during this period, the audience was silent and silent.

In addition to observing the face of the emperor, the ministers quietly looked at Jia Baoyu, who was still standing in the atrium.

This son, it's not easy!

It's been many years, and I haven't seen the serious look of the emperor.

If Jia Baoyu really relied on a poem today to make the Emperor Taishang's dragon heart happy, from now on, the future is limitless.

Thinking of this, many people couldn't help but look at the left side of the main hall, at the forefront, next to a short table of the second prince, where there was a sick and weak person with a panicked face.