In this compartment, Fan Zhongyan was in Bao Zheng's Kaifeng Mansion Office, and strongly invited Wang Hao, who served as the secretary of the street, to participate in the upcoming "Qingli New Deal".

Over there, Bao Zheng's eldest daughter Bao Qianqian, and Song Renzong Zhao Zhen's eldest daughter Princess Zhao Huiruo, in the spacious and bright study of Ouyang Xiu's house, and more than a dozen girls of the same age from the official eunuch family, were handed in Ten days ago, Ouyang Xiu gave them a poem title, that is, each of them wrote a poem to evaluate Xiang Yuqi.

Ouyang Xiu listened to the poems written by several girls at first, but he was not satisfied, in the eyes of him, the standard-bearer of the Great Song Dynasty literary circle, almost all of them were mediocre works, far from the quality of the poems he expected.

After looking around at the dozen or so girls sitting in front of the bookcase in the study, Ouyang Xiu, who frowned slightly, finally set his eyes on Bao Zheng's eldest daughter Bao Qianqian, and said amiably: "Miss Qian'er, you may wish to recite the poems you have written in the past ten days, let me listen to them later." ”

Since Ouyang Xiu has been with Fan Zhongyan and Bao Zheng in private, they are all like-minded old friends, and the three families have a lot of movement on weekdays, so it can be said that Bao Qianqian has grown up since he was a child, and in the study at this time, in front of all the girls, he is naturally a little less stern and a little more close.

Bao Qianqian, who was originally sitting on pins and needles, immediately stood up and recited a poem according to Wang Hao's instructions before: "Although the heart of chasing the deer is strong, the elegance is already poor." In the end, he was full of worldliness and was determined to go to Jiangdong. ”

When Bao Qianqian finished reciting, Ouyang Xiu, who was standing in front of her, stretched her brows, but still shook her head slightly, and made a pertinent comment: "The poems written by Miss Qian'er are much better in quality than the previous girls who were named, but it can hardly be called an excellent poem. ”

For Ouyang Xiu's evaluation, in Bao Qianqian's own opinion, he felt that it was appropriate, and he himself felt that this poem was not a superior work, which made her grateful.

After all, this poem was not written by herself, it was ten days ago, Wang Hao came to his house as a guest, and after lunch, Wang Hao attached it to her ear and hummed it softly.

After humming this poem in a whisper, Wang Hao also asked her to keep it secret, this poem is not known to anyone in this world except Wang Hao and herself, as long as Wang Hao does not speak to the public, no one knows that this song was told to her by Wang Hao, and this poem is naturally claimed to be written by herself.

Zhao Huiruo, who was sitting in a seat behind Bao Qianqian, also felt that Bao Qianqian's poem was not a superior work, but in her opinion, it was quite remarkable to be able to make a poem of such a level within ten days.

Unlike her, in these ten days, she couldn't think of a single poem after digging out her mind, and she also consulted Empress Cao and Miao Guifei, and even Zhao Guan's family, but no one helped her much.

If Ouyang Xiu had made a request not to let other ghostwriters, once discovered, she would not be allowed to study at Ouyang Xiu's house from now on, Zhao Huiruo would have begged several scholars to ghostwrite poems for her to solve her urgent need.

It's not that Zhao Huiruo especially wants to stay in Ouyang Xiu's study to study, if it weren't for Zhao Guan's family and Empress Cicao forcing her to come and study with Ouyang Xiu, she naturally wouldn't come.

And now is very different from the past, Zhao Huiruo cherishes the opportunity to leave the palace every ten days, not to mention, she can see Bao Qianqian, who is like a sister to her, in the study of Ouyang Xiu's house, which makes her a little reluctant to leave here.

Just when Zhao Huiruo felt that Bao Qianqian, who was sitting in front of her, had just made a poem that was not a superior work but was good enough, she suddenly heard Ouyang Xiu, who was standing next to her, ask her: "Miss Ruo'er, have you also written a poem?" Let's read it aloud to all of you. ”

Being named by Ouyang Xiu made Zhao Huiruo really startled, and couldn't help but shiver all over, after hesitating for a moment, she slowly stood up, lowered her head slowly and shyly, and replied hesitantly: "Master, let ...... Let me do a set of punches, but ...... Yes.

"Yes...... But if I am asked to recite poetry against it, it is really ...... It's harder than climbing to the sky. I...... I forgot to sleep and eat and wasted food, but I ...... But within ten days, and ...... did not make a poem, i.e., ...... Even if it's a poem, it's ...... Didn't write it out either. ”

Listening to Zhao Huiruo's answer, it immediately caused a burst of laughter, in the eyes of the eldest ladies of these official eunuchs, on weekdays, this Zhao Huiruo is not afraid of heaven and earth, and is very high-flying, but at this time, he replied that he did not make a poem, and he still looked very embarrassed, they naturally felt quite funny.

It's just that what they never expected was that even Master Ouyang dared to contradict her on weekdays, and in this study, no one took her for anything, but she was treated by a poem, which really surprised everyone.

Seeing Zhao Huiruo's pitiful appearance, Ouyang Xiu saw that she was an official, and he really couldn't bear it, so he put on a straight face, waved his hand, and motioned for Zhao Huiruo to sit down.

Next, Ouyang Xiu ordered a few more girls present, each of whom recited the poems he had written in ten days in front of everyone, but he still couldn't satisfy him, and felt that the drama was mediocre.

Originally, Ouyang Xiu, at the suggestion of the official family, and at the instigation of Yan Shu, Fan Zhongyan and others, opened this special place for women from official eunuchs to study in his own home, and thought that he could cultivate a few talented women who could write poems and write good articles.

It has only been open for less than two years, but Ouyang Xiu was disheartened, and among the dozen or so girls, he just wrote a poem about Xiang Yu and gave each of them ten days of effort, but none of them made a poem that made him satisfied, so he was naturally extremely disappointed.

Bao Qianqian, who was sitting in the front row, saw Master Ouyang, who often went in and out of the Bao family on weekdays, and sighed after listening to the poems made by everyone in the study, which really made her feel unbearable, and felt that it was necessary to make Master Ouyang feel relieved.

Thinking of this, Bao Qianqian was bold and bold, plucked up her courage, straightened up her slightly bulging chest, and asked in a tentative tone: "Master, Qian'er still has a poem, I want to ask the master to listen to it, I don't know if the master listens to it?" ”

When Bao Qianqian asked this, Ouyang Xiu, who was full of sadness, immediately replied without thinking: "Miss Qian'er, it doesn't hurt if you read it and let the master listen to it." ”

Immediately afterwards, Bao Qianqian stood up, lightly opened her red lips, and chanted: "Life is a hero, and death is also a ghost." So far, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. ”

In the huge study, the indoor environment was still a little noisy, and some of the girls were still whispering to each other, but suddenly when Bao Qianqian's voice fell, they immediately became silent.

If someone falls off their hair at this moment, they can probably hear the sound of their hair falling and hitting the floor.

After a long while, Ouyang Xiu asked Bao Qianqian incredulously: "Miss Qian'er, did you write this excellent poem yourself?" ”