() Chen Yuanjia, as the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, is in charge of the world's scientific examinations, and is also a literati leader-like figure, so he naturally wants to select more talents for the country, but he also knows that the scientific examination is not the best way for some people to show their talents, and many people are talented but always fall behind, so Chen Yuanjia hopes to bring those talents into the network by allowing people to raise people to offer poems and essays, and open up a new path for them to achieve their goal of selecting talents for the country, so he hopes that more people will be selected for this poem. If you really find a world-class talent for the country, it will also be a credit to the country.

Chen Yuanjia looked at these four poems, and finally thought of a compromise method, and then said: "It's better to only have one poem this time, and the rest will be presented again next time, and it will be submitted in four times, so that it will not bury this Lin Mo's masterpiece, and it will not affect other students." ”

Yang Wanqing shook her head when she heard this and said: "Chen Shangshu, this palace knows your concerns, but you are offering poems, this is to select those excellent works for your father to read, if there are really talented people in the middle, they must be valued, but this original intention is still to select talents for the country, if it is to take care of too much, but it is a mistake to miss this original intention, this is actually a kind of biased contempt for the people of the world." Then Yang Wanqing said: "Furthermore, you know that this Lin Mo will not have a good work in the future, if it is submitted at one time, if it is accumulated over time in the future, I am afraid that by the time you return to your hometown to recuperate, this Lin Mo's poem has not been submitted." ”

Although Yang Wanqing said it in a joking tone, this is also to tell Chen Yuanjia again, sometimes don't worry too much, otherwise it is very likely to miss the life of others.

Chen Yuanjia suddenly brightened up after hearing this, and arched his hand and said: "What the princess said is very true, this Lin Mo's four poems are all done recently, and this poem is also excellent, if they are all selected, it is indeed not impossible, Xiaguan is sticking to the rules but is a little suspicious of burying talents, Xiaguan knows what to do, please rest assured princess." ”

Yang Wanqing smiled slightly after hearing this: "If this collection of poems is compiled, remember to send a copy to Changning Palace, and Brother Jin will remember to send it, he usually likes to read these poems the most, and he loves this Lin Mo very much, last time Lin Mo's "Chang'e" Brother Jin has to read it aloud every day before eating and going to bed, especially that sentence: Chang'e should repent of stealing the elixir, blue sea and blue sky night heart." He praised everyone he met, and asked the singer to compose a music and play it in the house, if this poetry collection is sent, it is estimated that Brother Jin will be happy for a while. "Yang Wanqing has no intention but Chen Yuanjia listens to it, the King of Jin has always shared His Majesty's preference for poetry, since the King of Jin loves Lin Mo's poetry, then His Majesty must also love it very much.

No matter who recommended this Lin Mo, as long as he has talent, Chen Yuanjia doesn't mind helping him, and he decided to list these four poems in this poetry collection, which can be regarded as helping this Lin Mo, if it really helps him, it is also a good thing.

Yang Wanqing then took a few ancient books from the treasury of the Ministry of Rites and left satisfied, and after she left, Chen Yuanjia said to his officials: "Today, I will invite all the masters of Taixue to come, and select thirty-six poems from these poems submitted from various places to compile them into a book. ”

When the official on the side heard this, he asked with some confusion: "Isn't your lord going to compile forty songs?" How can only 36 songs be selected? ”

The officials on the side hurriedly looked at each other, and the officials reacted at this time, it is indeed forty songs, but these four Shangshu adults have already decided,

It is Lin Mo's four, and the others need to be re-selected. In this way, Lin Mo's four poems naturally entered this collection of poems presented to His Majesty the Emperor.

In the Changning Palace, Yang Wanqing, the princess of Changning, leaned on the soft collapse, looked at the poetry collection that had just been presented in her hand, and couldn't help showing a smile on her face, she handed this deed to the palace maid on the side, and asked with a smile: "Pu Jia, how about you look at the poems in this poetry collection?" ”

After taking it, Pu Jia opened it and flipped through it, and after a while, a surprised expression appeared on her face, and then she said, "How come the princess has four poems in this collection of poems by this Lin Mo?" It can't be the same name, right? No, this Lin Mo wrote about Yunzhou Mansion in Jiangnan Province, and it should be a person. ”

Pu Jia's eyes then lit up and said, "Princess, is this Lin Mo the same Lin Mo who wrote "Chang'e" when Enke was in the middle of the year?" Yang Wanqing smiled: "It seems that you care about this Lin Mo very much?" ”

Hearing the princess's words, Pu Jia was a little shy, but then her little head raised and said: "This Lin Mo wrote such a good poem, the slave maid naturally remembers, and His Royal Highness the King of Jin also remembers this Lin Mo vividly, the last time he went to the palace, the slave maid also saw the sentence 'Chang'e should repent of stealing the elixir, blue sea and blue sky and night heart' hanging on the pillar in the garden pavilion, and the singer of the palace is still dancing with this verse, if it weren't for the inconvenience of King Jin, it is estimated that he would have jumped up." Speaking of this, Pu Jia's face changed, and she knelt down in fear, and said, "Princess, the slave should die." Yang Wanqing'e frowned slightly, and then said, "Get up, pay more attention to your words in the future." ”

When Pu Jia heard this, she was even more panicked in her heart, kneeling on the ground, not daring to raise her forehead at all, Yang Wanqing sighed when she saw this and said, "Get up, this palace doesn't blame you." There was a hint of majesty in his tone, which could not be questioned. Pu Jia trembled and got up.

Pu Jia understands in her heart that this body is in the palace, everything must be careful, this little defeat will have to be in a different place, her own little life is so insignificant to anyone in the palace, in order to survive, the first thing is to serve your master, that is, to serve Her Royal Highness the princess. Although the princess treats herself like a sister and takes good care of herself, and the princess is a blue heart, and she is kind to the palace maids in the palace, but she knows that there are some places in the princess's heart that cannot be touched, and this King Jin is one of them.

Pu Jia glanced at Yang Wanqing cautiously, and found that she was not dissatisfied with the atmosphere, so Pu Jia's hanging heart slowly let go.

Yang Wanqing took this collection of poems and said, "Let's go, accompany the palace to meet my father." Pu Jia dared not obey and followed closely behind the princess. As soon as Yang Wanqing stepped out of the palace gate, the two officials immediately stepped forward and asked respectfully in a sharp voice: "Your Royal Highness Princess, it's almost time for dinner, where are you going?"

Yang Wanqing smiled slightly and said, "This palace is going to meet my father, so I don't need to prepare this dinner." When the internal official heard this, he hurriedly said respectfully: "Yes, the slave and maid will prepare a sedan chair." With that, he trotted away.

The whole palace is 1,800 steps long, 1,800 steps wide, and the area is about nearly 3 square kilometers according to the algorithm of later generations, which is 4 times that of the Forbidden City in Beijing in later generations, which is mainly Taiji Palace, Daming Palace, and Xingqing Palace, which contains nearly 100 palaces of all sizes, and tens of thousands of houses, which can be said to be very huge, like a city, such a big place, if Yang Wanqing goes to meet his father

It was a big challenge for her.

After a while, a delicate and luxurious sedan chair was carried in front of Yang Wanqing by four internal officials, and the internal officials carefully pressed down the sedan chair, and Pu Jia helped Yang Wanqing into the sedan chair, and then the internal officials lifted the sedan chair and went straight to the Yeting Palace.

At this time, in the Yeting Palace on the west side of the Taiji Palace, although the sky was only a little dark, all the wax torches in the palace were lit, and the palace was illuminated as if it were day.

At this time, in the palace, a middle-aged man dressed in a bright yellow round-necked robe and wearing a jade view of the sky is sitting in front of the long case, the man is majestic, his face is deep, and his eyebrows have a heroic spirit that looks at all things, and his body also exudes a majestic momentum like Mount Tai.

At this time, a footstep came from not far away, the man frowned and then stretched out, he didn't raise his head and said, "What day is today, why does my Jiu'er have time to come and see me?" Yang Wanqing ranked ninth in the royal family, so "Jiu'er" has also become her nickname, and in addition to her mother, who is the queen of the dynasty, there is only Yang Xian, the emperor of Taizong.

When Yang Wanqing heard her father say this, she immediately stepped forward and said with a little coquettishness: "Father, it's obvious that you review political affairs all day long, and you don't even have time to see me, so why do you blame my daughter for not coming to see you?" If you blame Jiu'er for this, Jiu'er will go to the queen mother to comment. As he spoke, he turned around and was about to leave.

Seeing this, Yang Xian immediately put down the piece in his hand and said with a smile: "Okay, good, good, it's my fault, it's okay for me to apologize to you." The internal officials who were waiting on the side couldn't help but secretly say in their hearts: In this entire Dazhu Dynasty, the only one who can make His Majesty apologize is the ninth princess of this dynasty.

Yang Wanqing heard that her father apologized to herself, so she stopped and turned to the front of the case, looked at the pile of paperwork on the desk, and couldn't help sighing: "Father, you have endless reviews every day, and you missed even the birth of Xiao Thirteen, you are really a busy person in the world." ”

Xiao Thirteen is the thirteenth prince born by Concubine Xian, it has been more than a month since he was born in a blink of an eye, and his father took a quick look, and he was busy reviewing and handling government affairs every day.

Hearing his daughter say this, Yang Xian's heart warmed, and then said: "The burden of the whole world is on the shoulders of your father, even if I want to rest, there are a large number of people who urge me to deal with political affairs, and these things are related to all the people in the world, and they cannot be delayed, the affairs of the world are major matters, and the affairs in this palace are trivial matters, do you understand?" ”

Seeing that her father was going to teach herself with the words "the people are precious, and the king is light", Yang Wanqing was a little helpless, she naturally knew how heavy the burden on her father's shoulders was, but as a daughter, he also hoped that his father could have more time to accompany his relatives.

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