"Queen Mother, why is this?" Someone immediately asked below.

The queen smiled and said, "This poem by the county lord of Linglong is very good, and it is difficult to find through the ages. ”

"But the talented people present haven't played yet? Mother, isn't it unfair. The eldest princess looked at the queen.

"Okay, this palace will read this poem, and if any of you think you can write better, stand up and oppose it." The queen said lightly.

"Niangniang, please speak, if the county lord writes it really well, we are also convinced." It turned out to be Xiao Di who spoke.

Concubine Ji glanced at Xiao Di and met Xiao Di's eyes.

"Yes, that's what we mean." The sons present nodded one after another, Xiao Di can be said to be the most talented one among them, if he doesn't object, then they naturally have nothing to say.

"Okay, Hongu reads it." The queen said.

"In my dream, I picked up the lamp and looked at the sword, and I dreamed back to blow the horn and the battalion.

Eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings turned over the outside sound.

Autumn soldiers on the battlefield.

The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt.

But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death.

Poor white happens. ”

When the words fell, the scene was silent, and there was silence for a long, long time.

This was really written by a woman?! With such a lot of arrogance and a few clouds, how could it be written by a boudoir woman?

"Good poetry!" Xiao Di's face was blazing, and the picture depicted in the poem seemed to take him to the ancient battlefield, when the army thought that the country threw his head and spilled blood.

"Xiao couldn't write such a good sentence in his life, Xiao admired." Xiao Di's eyes began to change when he looked at Ji Feiyin.

"Good poetry indeed!" The sons talked about it.

"Such a heroic spirit is really hard to find in ten thousand poems!"

"Exactly, the allusion is used just right, this county lord must be knowledgeable! Admire under it! ”

Seeing the unanimous expressions of approval from all the sons, the nobles had subtle expressions.

"Queen Mother, you really can't make a better poem than this, you wait to lose!" A son said first.

Someone immediately chimed in: "Yes, I originally felt a little ashamed to lose to a woman from the county lord, but Xiao Gongzi admitted that it was not as good, so he generously admitted it!" ”

"Hahaha, Cao Gongzi is really straightforward!"

The person who spoke waved his hand: "You have won awards, this is Cao's sincere words." ”

"Wang is not talented, I don't know if the county lord can guide Wang Mou one or two?" A handsome boy got up and said, his expression was very sincere.

Concubine Ji smiled modestly: "You have praised it, Scarlet Yin just accidentally read the founding history of the Eastern Tang Dynasty a few days ago, and I had a feeling, so I wrote this poem. ”

As soon as the words fell, the expressions of the sons sitting here were even more pleasant, not only did they appreciate such good poems today, but also the people who wrote the poems were not arrogant at all, but they also respected them, as the saying goes, literati are mutually supportive and trampling, you hold me, I also hold you, if you look down on me, I'm sorry, I don't look down on you.

The more humble and low-key Concubine Ji is, the more the literati sitting here look up to Concubine Ji, and Concubine Ji is slightly moved, and she can almost see how her literary talents will be passed on in the future today.

"You say that this poem is inspired by the founding history of the Eastern Tang Dynasty?" The queen was slightly surprised.

Concubine Ji nodded: "It is the father of the queen's mother, the founding general." ”

"I see, no wonder."

"Grandfather is the founding general of the Eastern Tang Dynasty, but few people know that grandfather was a member of the previous dynasty, when he was a teenager, his grandfather was ambitious, and he wanted to kill the enemy on the battlefield for the country, but the monarch did not value his grandfather, and then the national army was brutal, and my grandfather followed the current emperor to fight the country together and save the living." The eldest princess said slowly.

Today, this county lord is very popular with her, and in this way, Murong Qingqing will fall from the top position.

"Scarlet has a heart." The queen's eyes were red again as she spoke, and she was clear about her father's situation, and the pride, helplessness, and drunken thoughts of this poem made her feel as if she was seeing her father, as if she could still see the white-haired father who took out a long-unopened sword from the box in the room where the lamp was lit late at night, and wiped it carefully under the lamp.

"The mother praised it falsely." Concubine Ji is very modest.

"There should be no controversy about the name of today's top list, the palace is lacking, you continue to drink and have fun, and the palace will return to the Fengzi Palace first." In a few words, the queen affirmed Concubine Ji's status at the top of the Hundred Flowers Banquet, and for a while, all the nobles in the audience had different expressions.

But all the literati had the same complexion, and they raised their glasses to drink.

"Congratulations to the Queen!" Seeing that the queen was indeed tired on her face, everyone saluted one after another.

"Although the queen is tired, according to the convention, the Hundred Flowers Banquet will still go on, county lord", Murong Li looked at Concubine Ji: "Did you say yes?" ”

Concubine Ji's eyes moved slightly, and her face was silent.

Now that the queen has left the table, the eldest princess has followed, and the person who presided over the Hundred Flowers Banquet can't be found for a while, but although the remaining princesses are not from the queen, and their names are not right, but Murong Li really can't ask her what she said?

Concubine Ji moved slightly because of her thoughts: "What Murong Gongzi said is very true, but who will judge this, it is a difficult matter." Concubine Ji looked around and looked very embarrassed.

Murong Li's eyes were surging: "It's better to be elected by the county lord." ”

Concubine Ji pretended to be surprised, and hurriedly excused herself: "How can this make this make this a new palace to the palace, how can you be cheeky to judge you?"

Murong Li's face did not change: "The Hundred Flowers Banquet has always only been judged by talent, and the county lord was rated as the top of the list by the queen, and now it should be the county lord to select the top of the sub-list and the second and third top of the overall list." ”

Concubine Ji bit her lip, is this Murong Li deliberately unable to get along with her?! Don't think that she doesn't know how many young ladies rush to show their talents at the Hundred Flowers Banquet every year, no matter who she judges, she will arouse the dissatisfaction and resentment of the rest, who wants to do this kind of work?

Seeing Concubine Ji's hesitation, all the talented people thought that they were humble, and hurriedly gave up.

"According to the lower opinion, the county lord is very talented, and he is beyond the reach of the inferior, if he can get the guidance of the county lord, it is also a great honor." Someone began to speak among the sons.

"Miss Ben thinks so too."

Concubine Ji looked at it, it was the woman named "Huang'er" before, and when she saw Concubine Ji, "Huang'er" smiled, as if she thought that she had done Concubine Ji a great favor. Concubine Ji couldn't laugh because of crying in her heart.

"Since you are all young ladies and gentlemen, then Scarlet Yin will be the one who chooses this." Forced by the situation, Concubine Ji should no longer accept it is hypocritical, although Concubine Ji doesn't mind that her reputation for being pretentious spreads through the Hundred Flowers Banquet, but the time has not yet come, and it is not necessary.

Seeing that Concubine Ji came down, all the sons were dyed with joy between their eyebrows, but on the other hand, on the other hand, on the side of the young ladies, there were some with gloomy faces.

"Now that the ladies have finished performing, I wonder which lady the county lord thinks is the best?" Murong Li shook the fan away, looking a little strange.

Concubine Ji smiled faintly: "According to the palace, Miss Guo's calligraphy and Miss Feng's dance are excellent." ”

As soon as these words came out, Guo Lili looked happy, Feng Qianran pursed his lips, and seemed a little cramped and uneasy.

Murong Shang's eyes narrowed, and his eyes were infected with a dangerous aura when he looked at Concubine Ji.

The corners of Murong Li's mouth hooked a strange arc: "It seems that the person in the county lord's heart is among these two young ladies." ”

Concubine Ji smiled slightly: "No, although the two young ladies are very good, in Scarlet Yin's heart, the best talent should be the song "Yaqin" played by Miss Murong around the beam. ”

As soon as the words fell, Murong Li's expression froze.

"How so?! Didn't you just say that Guo Lili and Feng Qianran are very good? ”

Murong Qingqing's face turned pale, what happened to his third brother? How does it sound like you're trying to demean yourself?

"Ah Li, you just lost your words." Murong Shang coldly handed Murong Li a glass of sake.

"I'm sorry, county lord." Murong Shang apologized, his eyebrows were sincere, and the appearance of the cold boy on weekdays made people's hearts move slightly, and at a rough look, the girls present were unbearable on their faces, as if they were worried that Concubine Ji would blame such a sincere and apologic teenager.

Concubine Ji flashed a point of sarcasm and three points of coldness in her eyes, but her words on the surface were soft to the bone.

"Why did Second Young Master Murong say this? In fact, what Scarlet Yin wanted to say was that calligraphy, painting, and dance skills are easy to learn, but the practice of guqin is difficult to find in the world, so the first in Scarlet Yin's heart is Miss Murong Qingqing. Concubine Ji smiled faintly at Murong Qingqing.

"Thank you Lord for your appreciation." Murong Qingqing looked at the face in front of him that was exactly the same as the old man, and barely pulled out a smile.

Concubine Ji took in Murong Qingqing's expression.

Oh, what's the matter, now I have regrets in my heart? It's a pity it's late.

"Since the woman has commented on it, the man has to judge it too!" "Huang'er" said again.

Concubine Ji nodded: "That's exactly the truth, what talent do you have?" Concubine Ji's eyes swept towards the princes.

"In Xia Bucai, there is a seven-character poem to share with you......"

The man was drinking and composing poems here, so uncomfortable, and before he knew it, the Hundred Flowers Banquet came to an end.

"This palace announced that today's Hundred Flowers Banquet is at the top of the women's list, Miss Murong, the top of the men's list, Lu Gongzi." Concubine Ji is dignified and soft because of her face.

"Lord Xie!" Both of them stood up at the same time and saluted.

"There is no need to be formal, today the two of them showed their talents, and the style added to the Hundred Flowers Banquet is even more dazzling than these hundred flowers." Concubine Ji praised with a smile.

Murong Qingqing smiled reluctantly, the top spot on today's list was a happy event, but in the face of this face that was the same as the old man, Murong Qingqing really couldn't be happy, but it was that Lu Gongzi who turned red in front of Concubine Ji's unceremonious praise.

Murong Li frowned, from his point of view, he could completely see Lu Xingzhi's red ears, this woman, is seducing people again? Although he knew that the person in front of him was not an old person, Murong Li still couldn't help but feel emotional, and Murong Li drank the sake in the cup irritably.

"The Hundred Flowers Banquet will go here, and the palace will go to Fengzi Hall to reply to the queen." Concubine Ji smiled softly.

"Congratulations to the county lord." For a while, everyone got up one after another, although this county lord had only arrived in the palace for a short time, but whether it was talent or bearing, he was no different from the princess carefully cultivated in the palace, and even faintly had the tendency to be on top.