Ling Qingxi sat beside Ling Deyan, and he didn't have the heart to appreciate the masterpieces of poetry and articles at all. She absentmindedly clutched the silk handkerchief in her hand, and she couldn't tell her father next to her now with countless questions in her heart, sitting there was like sitting on pins and needles, and from time to time she glanced at the emperor and Xiao Yizheng who were seated, and they seemed to be really immersed in this poetry conference.

She searched Zeng Qidao again and made sure that he was not in this hall, so she took a sip of tea and heard Yuan Yi compose poems again. The hall resounded with bursts of admiration. She supported her forehead, only to feel a headache, and sighed slightly, why is this uncle so keen on composing poetry?

Xu is sigh was heard by Ling Deyan, and he glanced at her fiercely. Qingxi quickly sat up straight, secretly stuck out his tongue, and raised his eyes to look at the seat again.

This time, she wanted to take a good look at the three old princes sitting on the other side, King Yu, King Guang, and King Xiang. These three princes have been communicating on their own so far, and she can't hear their voices at all. No, she thought about it, it was impossible for her to contact these three princes, but King Heng had an opportunity. In fact, King Heng must have known who spoke last night. Now it seems, how much does the Emperor know about the events of last night? Or do you know it all? If he knew everything, why did he ask himself just now?

It's a mess! She closed her eyes and sighed lightly.

"What the hell is going on with you?" Ling Deyan asked sternly in a low voice.

Qingxi quickly eased his senses and hurriedly smiled: "It's nothing." ”

"Ling Shilang, is this a discussion article with Ling Yan?" The Emperor noticed the situation on their side and asked.

"Exactly." Ling Deyan replied.

Qingxi smiled even deeper, and thought, Father, you are a bully. Before she could put her smile away, the emperor's question came again: "I've heard this for a long time, do you want Miss Ling to try your skills?" ”

Her eyes were round, but she wanted to take a leap, but when she saw her father's eyes, she cautiously bowed her head and replied: "All the ministers are all talented and talented in my world. The courtiers are only shallow in their studies, and they dare not make a mistake in front of the holy car and the ministers. ”

"It's okay!" The Emperor seemed to be in high spirits.

She glanced at her father again, saw that his expression did not change, gritted her teeth, and knelt down: "Your Majesty's orders, I shouldn't have refused, but I really embarrassed the courtiers." Her voice was tactful and soft, and at the moment she was still a little aggrieved and anxious, but she was delicate.

The Emperor was very considerate and asked her to get up and reply. "Since you don't want to compose poems, then tell me which one you like the most after listening to this circle?"

Isn't that more offensive? Qingxi felt a roar in his head.

Xiao Yihe, who was drinking tea to moisten his throat, looked at her and touched Xiao Yizheng beside him. "You can help her out."

Xiao Yizheng smiled faintly and shook his head, "She doesn't need me to solve the siege." As he spoke, he looked at Ling Qingxi, who was standing in the center of the main hall, and was also looking forward to her answer.

"Back to Your Majesty, it is said in the Warring States Policy that if you return to the truth, you will not be disgraced for life. The same is true of the poems that courtiers like. As long as the poems are from the heart, they don't care about the carving, and they are extremely appreciated in the eyes of the courtiers. ”

Xiao Yizheng lowered his head slightly, the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, and whispered to Xiao Yihe: "If you return to the basics, you will not be disgraced for life." Third brother, you can hear that she is praising everyone, and she is really sarcastic to some people. ”

The emperor smiled and said, "Ling Shilang, you have cultivated a good pair of children!" ”

The ministers also echoed the compliments.

"Since I can't compose poetry, I'll give you a chance to learn it. Come, present the paper, ink, pen and inkstone. At the end of the day, I and the three royal brothers will write a poem, and the theme is up to you. ”

Qingxi was slightly stunned, and as soon as the emperor's words fell, the chamberlain quickly arranged the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. Ling Deyan saw that he couldn't hide from this, so he also looked at his daughter encouragingly.

Ling Qingxi felt that this was not a difficult matter, so he quickly picked up his pen and wrote two words on the paper: "Huaiyuan." ”

Everyone in the hall looked at the word Huaiyuan raised by the waiter, and Ling Qingxi's handwriting was flowing smoothly, and the pen was like a cloud of smoke. Everyone cast more appreciative glances, the previous conversation between her and the emperor had already made them feel that the Ling family girl was not simple, and at this time, the calligraphy of this hand made them even more amazing, not because Qingxi's calligraphy attainments were so peaking, but that Dacheng women practiced hairpin flower Xiaokai, and there were not many people who wrote calligraphy, and it was not easy for Qingxi to write such chic and smooth words at a young age.

"Ling Shilang, Ling Yan has such a good hand, how can he humble himself and say that he is shallow in his learning!" Zhongshu made Yang Zhi stroke his beard and sighed.

"It's not just this word, this Huaiyuan is also a good artistic conception of the poem, very good, very good." Seeing that the Chinese book was praised, Song Chi, the secretary of the ministry, also hurriedly echoed and praised.

The crowd echoed again. This voice made Ling Deyan a little overwhelmed, he was sober, knowing that everyone praised him so much because of these two words, although he knew that his daughter's words were indeed handy. He humbly resigned: "All the adults praise and praise falsely, and the little girl doesn't dare to praise it like this, it is all the love of the adults for the younger generation." ”

Shen Ziru, who was standing behind him, patted him, he was already good friends with the Ling family, and he was also familiar with Qingxi's handwriting, so he didn't praise much at the moment, but said with a smile: "This handwriting is worthy of the poems of the saints and the princes." ”

Then everyone looked at the emperor on the main throne again.

While everyone was praising him, Qingxi kept standing behind his father, bowing his head slightly to show his humility, but his eyes were secretly looking at the emperor. After the emperor saw the word Huaiyuan again, his eyes never took his eyes off those two words, and his face was soft, as if he had fallen into some kind of memory.

Qingxi was very strange about this, these two words were improvised by himself, is there anything special? What she didn't notice was that when Xiao Yizheng saw these two words, he was like an emperor, staring at those two words for a long time, and then his eyes moved to her, his eyes deep and focused.