When everyone looked at the emperor because of Shen Ziru's words, the emperor's face immediately returned to normal. He turned sideways to King Guang, King Xiang, and King Yu and said, "Then I will start this first sentence first?" ”

The expressions of the three princes were different, but they did not object.

Qingxi looked at the three princes carefully, and had a preliminary judgment in his heart, the one who was a little older and had a poop should be the prince Yu who didn't ask about the world, and the one who was thin with a folding fan should be the gentle and elegant King Xiang, so the rest of the one who looked powerful was King Guang.

"Since everyone thinks that the Ling family's girl's handwriting is very good, then please ask Miss Ling to come forward and write down this Huaiyuan work!" The Emperor beckoned to Qingxi.

Qingxi had to stand in front of the writing desk again, put the silk handkerchief aside, holding the pen in one hand and holding the sleeve in the other, waiting for His Majesty the Emperor's masterpiece.

The emperor opened his mouth and got up: "The green leaves and red flowers are in spring, and the delicate warbler should be happy everywhere." ”

Qingxi writes freely and records them one by one. All the ministers appropriately conveyed their appreciation for these two lines of poetry to His Majesty the Emperor.

Then, King Xiang raised his voice, and he didn't think long before he continued: "The tea is more poetic, and the old man has arrived thousands of miles away." ”

Qingxi's ears moved slightly, and his first reaction was that this voice was wrong, and King Xiang was not the one who discussed the conspiracy outside the house last night.

The emperor bowed slightly, expressing satisfaction; The expressions of the ministers changed, and they all made people feel that they were all immersed in this endless poetry.

King Guang then got up, paced a few steps, and received with his eyebrows locked: "Love is deep, and the rivers and lakes are proud of the world." ”

It's not him, Qingxi quickly wrote down the verses, and hurriedly looked up at King Guang, who was already in a hurry to get up, it must be him!

I saw King Guang striding forward and bowing deeply to the emperor: "I said Brother Huang, you know that this is not my strong point, this, how can I take it." Many brothers, this is leaving the hardest one to me! I admit defeat, admit defeat! ”

Hearing this voice, Qingxi subconsciously raised his head, first glanced at King Guang, and then moved to Xiao Yizheng, seeing him drinking tea calmly, he looked at the emperor again.

The emperor was smiling at King Guang at the moment. He said softly: "Ninth brother, this can't make you lazy every time!" ”

"Brother Huang, I'm not lazy! You put me on the front lines of the battlefield, and I took the lead. But this dance and ink thing, the younger brother is really not good at it. ”

"Your Majesty, I don't think it's embarrassing for the ninth brother." King Yu patted King Guang's arm and said with a smile.

"That's it," the emperor waved his hand, looked at Qingxi with a smile, and asked, "Are you ready?" ”

Qingxi hurriedly asked the chamberlain to present the work.

The emperor held the paper and looked at it for a long time, and the ministers were still whispering compliments on the unfinished poem.

How is this poem written, Qingxi didn't think about it at all, her whole mind was on that voice.

Yes, she was sure that the voice she heard last night should come from King Guang, who was standing beside the emperor at the moment. Confirming this matter made her heart settle down a little, only then did she find that her palms were covered with fine sweat, she hurriedly took out a silk handkerchief to wipe it, and when she raised her eyes, she saw that the emperor and the three princes above were looking at her. She subconsciously glanced at King Guang, and was surprised that his eyes were sharp, and she quickly lowered her head slightly, and the silk handkerchief in her hand accidentally slipped again. She picked up the silk handkerchief as quietly as she could, waiting for the emperor's orders.

"Your first word really doesn't look like it was written by my daughter's family." The Emperor's eyes returned to paper. "Ling Aiqing, Ling Yan's words weren't taught by you, right? I remember that you used to write in regular script. Ling Yan's book has a majestic momentum. ”

"Your Majesty's discerning eyes. The little girl has been studying with her father-in-law since she was a child. Ling Deyan said respectfully.

"Yes!" The emperor nodded, turned to Xiao Yizheng and said, "Liulang, this poem is incomplete today, I will hand over this character to you, and the rest of the poems will be completed by you in the future!" ”

Xiao Yizheng got up unhurriedly, looked at the emperor with a smile, slowly took the paper in his hand, and didn't say anything.

The emperor ordered with a smile on his face: "Everyone has been happy for half a day, and it is time to eat." Zhongqing will take a stroll around the palace at will, and when the main hall is arranged, come back again, and we will have fun with the monarchs and ministers. ”

After the emperor retreated to the apse to rest, everyone gathered in twos and threes to chat, or walked to the outside of the main hall to relax.

Qingxi walked to his father's side, looking at his father's ugly face, and knew why. Her parents want her to keep a low profile, but she is in the limelight today, but this is not her willingness. "Daddy." She called weakly.

"Alright, let's go back and talk about it." Ling Deyan saw that a wave of people were about to come forward to greet him, so he could only smile and socialize. But he still whispered to Qingxi: "You avoid some people, go outside by yourself, find a quiet place to stay, and come back later." Qingxi nodded yes, and when he was about to retreat, Ling Deyan instructed again: "Don't make trouble!" ”

The emperor and his people rest in the apse, there is a small lake that occupies a small area in the north of the apse, there are rockery plants by the lake, but also complement each other with each other, it is also a scene in the palace.

The emperor sitting in the palace was closing his eyes and recuperating.

King Yu and King Guang stood by the lake outside the hall happily exchanging something, King Xiang and the prince sat in the palace and continued to drink tea, and Xiao Yizheng stood in front of the pane, not knowing what to think.

King Xiang fiddled with the tea lid in his hand and said slowly: "Brother Huang thinks that in this year's Qing Poetry Conference, whose works will spread all over the world tomorrow?" ”

The emperor closed his eyes, smiled faintly, and did not say anything.

"What does the prince think?" King Xiang looked at the prince with a smile again.

"The poems of Bai Shangshu and Master Lu are good, and I also appreciate Lord Yang's endowment." Xiao Yi said gently.

"And what does King Heng think?" King Xiang looked at Xiao Yizheng standing by the window and smiled deeply.

Xiao Yizheng turned around, looked at the emperor who was still with his eyes closed, and said in a deep voice: "Tomorrow, along with those poems, there will be Ling Shilang's beloved daughter." She is the most unexpected focus of today's Qing poetry meeting. ”