Xiao Qian finally made a comeback. He served as the right servant, mainly in charge of the Ministry of Rites and the cultural, educational, and health affairs of the imperial court, and the first thing he did when he took office was to assist Li Tai in organizing the Dragon Boat Festival Poetry Meeting.

Old Man Xiao is a Confucian on the same level as Kong Yingda, serious and a little stubborn, he once presided over the first three imperial examinations of the Tang Dynasty. After his intervention, the poetry competition, which was originally a poetry competition with the people, was also made into a strict imperial examination by him.

The competition will go through two auditions, preliminary rounds, and semi-finals, and then select the top 20 to enter the finals.

This is also right, because during the finals, Li Shimin and Empress Changsun and others have to come to watch, and they have to be held in the imperial garden, and it is necessary to screen in advance.

Various townships, counties, prefectures, and provinces were selected at various levels, and the entire Tang Dynasty set off an upsurge of reciting poetry.

Recently, it was the most glorious moment for Li Tai, the king of Wei, who presided over the poetry competition, which became a major event for the Tang people who loved poetry in the era of lack of entertainment. The Wei Palace, too, became the busiest place in Chang'an City.

When Li Shimin was the king of Qin, in order to attract talents, he established a literature museum. He favored Li Tai and allowed Li Tai to also establish a literary museum. For this reason, Li Chengqian and Li Ke were very dissatisfied, but they were helpless.

Li Tai's prestige among the scholars is still very high, there are more than 50 talented scholars living in the literature museum, and other scholars can also enter the literature museum in the Wei Wangfu as long as they are introduced, and chant poems and ink.

This alone won the support of hundreds of officials in Chang'an City for Li Tai.

Notices were also posted in various streets in Chang'an City for residents to participate in the competition in Jingzhao Mansion.

However, Li You was not interested in this matter. As Zhu Ziqing said, the insects sang in a low voice, and the wind came softly. The excitement is people's, and it has nothing to do with Li You.

On this day, Li You and others were studying knife-cut noodles in the house.

When Li Youlin left Chang'an, Wang Liao, the staple food, began to practice the skill of knife cutting noodles under Li You's guidance.

At this moment, Li You, Murong Ling, Zhang Guigui, Yin Guanghao and others had a honeycomb coal stove in front of them, and a large cauldron was set up on it, and the boiling water in the pot was boiling and steaming.

A little cook held the dough in one hand and a knife in the other, and peeled the dough quickly, only to see the willow-leaf-like pieces of dough falling into the cauldron.

"Okay." Li You and the others applauded.

Wang Liao, the staple food, stepped forward and said: "Lord Wang, the slave's apprentice has studied hard and practiced hard, and the slave's hard work has not been in vain. Next, please appreciate the craftsmanship of the slave and maid. ”

Wang Liao removed the hairpin on his head, pulled his hair back to his head, put a towel on his head, and put a plate containing dough on it, standing in the pot, holding a knife in both hands, cutting the dough quickly, the dough flew, like snowflakes, flying and falling into the pot, it was very beautiful.

"Good, great." Li You and the others cheered loudly.

Wang Liao was praised and said beautifully: "The prince said that the reason why cooking is called cooking is that there is a word art at the back. The slave worked hard to become a true food artist. ”

"Good, good, rewarded. Wang Liao's dedication to art must be vigorously promoted, and you must learn from him. Li You said.

"Yes, the prince, the slave and the maid and others should remember the teachings of the prince." Zhou Qian, Wang Liao, Gao Zhiming, chief chef, Niu Mangui, medical officer and others responded together.

Li You said to Zhang Guigui and the others: "See, do things seriously and keep improving, this is the goal that my Qi Wangfu has always pursued." With this kind of spirit, you are invincible. Ha ha. ”

Murong Ling and the others are waiting for the canonization procedures of the Ministry of Officials and other relevant departments. Just in time for the event, Li Shimin invited them to leave after the Dragon Boat Festival.

When Murong Ling saw Li You's expression, she wanted to argue with him, and said, "What's the big deal, is it difficult to cut a dough?" ”

As he spoke, he stepped forward and held up the dough with his left hand, and with a knife in his right hand, he followed the example of the little eunuch and sharpened it.

Don't look at Murong Ling's superb martial arts, but this knife cutting surface is not something that can be mastered at once. Her infeed was either too deep and jammed, or too shallow, and the shaved debris didn't look like it.

Everyone couldn't help but laugh.

Murong said: "What are you laughing at, you guys are going to try?" ”

After speaking, she said to Wang Liao: "Come, you teach me." "This kid is a good boy, very studious.

At this time, Cheng Chuliang and Wei Chi Baoqi came to visit.

Li You was very happy and said, "You guys came just in time, the knife-cut noodles will be cooked immediately, let's taste them together." ”

Having someone to share the food is the highest enjoyment for foodies.

Yu Chi Baoqi scratched his head and said depressedly: "Your Highness, my father doesn't let his ministers practice martial arts, he said that there will be fewer opportunities to fight in the future, and he wants me to learn literature, and he also said that he has already found someone to get an errand for his ministers in the household department."

He just heard that in this Dragon Boat Festival Poetry Competition, in addition to the selected civilian children to compete, His Majesty asked the children of Xun Gui to also compose poems.

So, he asked me to participate in the competition, hoping that I could do well in this poetry competition. So that the minister can enter the household department smoothly.

Tell me, am I the material? ”

Seeing his embarrassed face, everyone also deeply sympathized with him.

Not to mention Yu Chi Baoqi's ugly appearance, this guy is not very bright-headed, and he basically never passed the school exam. Wei Chigong didn't know what to think, so he wanted him to compose poems in front of His Majesty and everyone.

Isn't this a shame to push and grind with a bare ass and turn in circles?!

Yu Chi Baoqi said: "Your Highness, you can compose poems, you can think of a way for the ministers." ”

When it comes to composing poems, the magpie admires Li You the most, she interjected and said: "Little grandfather, you came to my prince to find the right person, my prince's new poem to the county lord is really beautiful."

You just ask my lord to write a few poems for you, and you can memorize it, so that you can be brilliant. ”

Yu Chi Baoqi said: "Yes, that's what the minister meant, and ask the prince to help." ”

Li You asked, "What are the rules of the Saishi Society?" ”

Yu Chi Baoqi said: "My father has specifically inquired about it, and the poetry of Xungui's children only increases the atmosphere of the poetry competition, and there are no hard and fast rules.

The procedure is that each person writes a poem, and the top three are selected by the judges, and then they are free to write a poem. It can be written in advance, not on the spot.

That's why the minister came to ask His Highness for help. ”

Li You smiled: "This matter is easy, I will write you two poems to ensure that you win the first place." ”

Hearing that the prince was going to compose a poem, the magpie cheered and ran to get a pen and paper to record.

Murong Ling and the others were staring at Li You.

Li You came as soon as he opened his mouth and composed two poems for Yu Chi Baoqi.

Yu Chi Baoqi was just happy, and everyone else looked at Li You like a monster.

Murong Ling's eyes were a little red, and a lot of shiny things came out.

Yin Guanghao suddenly remembered a question and said: "The poem is an absolutely good poem, but Baoqi wrote it, if people don't believe it, what if he asks him to explain?" ”