"Of course."

Princess Yuzhen replied that all the candidates to participate in the poetry meeting tonight were personally selected by her to send out invitations, and she had done a detailed investigation of the background of each young person who participated in the poetry meeting, and after each person finished the poem, they were sealed by the staff of the Taoist temple for the first time, and then presented to the judges.

Moreover, she also knows the handwriting of the author of this poem!

Of course, she can't say it now.

"Then I think, two, the poets of this year's New Year's Poetry Club I think should have come out. I vote for the author of this poem. ”

Wang Majie was the first to speak.

By this time, the three of them had read all the entries.

"I agree with Brother Maha."

Meng Haoran and Wang Majie have been friends and confidants for many years, and their evaluation criteria for poetry are naturally the same.

"I agree with both of you."

Although Wang Shaobo has always written side poems, the atmosphere is heroic, and the wind and clouds are everywhere, but he is also impressed by this poem tonight, and among all the entries, if there is one that can make people's eyes shine, it must be him.

"Ho ho, it's rare that the three of them have surprisingly unanimous opinions this year, which is rare in the history of the Tang Poetry Club over the years, but it is precisely because of this that this year's poetry is so precious. I think all the ancestors in my Li clan ancestral hall should also show their faces, right? ”

Princess Yuzhen accidentally said that she leaked her mouth.

"Does the princess know about this person?"

Wang Majie looked at Princess Yuzhen, who was dignified and luxurious in front of him, and asked.

"Well, it's not a secret, judging from this person's handwriting, it should be the third son of the imperial brother, Li Xiang."

Emperor Xuanzong has many heirs, it stands to reason that Princess Yuzhen will not know the situation of every prince, but Li Xiang is different, because Li Xiang is one of the first few princes born to Emperor Xuanzong, and because Li Xiang's biological mother was only a palace maid in the palace, her status was extremely low, and she was squeezed out by the harem concubines and even framed. This also prevents other concubines from framing him.

Fortunately, Xiao Li Xiang has only been a few years old in peace, and because of his quiet nature, he has not attracted too much attention.

However, Princess Yuzhen will send someone to ask about the information of her imperial nephew every once in a while.

It's just that in a blink of an eye, this little doll is about to grow up, and a few days ago, I heard his husband say that he made an amazing poem, at that time, she also looked at it and felt shocked, but, like Zhang Jiuling's point of view, she didn't believe it very much, how could her imperial nephew make such an amazing work as if he had opened his mind overnight? !

However, tonight to see him strike again, and make a poem with the same theme of plum blossoms, she had to be shocked, and convinced.

Moreover, this poem has been approved by the three most authoritative bigwigs in today's Tang Dynasty poetry circle.

That's why she had the above feelings.

"Li Xiang?"

Meng Haoran repeated.

He didn't care about royal affairs, so he didn't know much.

"Yes, Zhongwang Li Xiang, thirteen years old this year."

Princess Yuzhen felt that a thirteen-year-old boy could make such a good work, and she also felt that there was light on her face. It has been ten years since the Tang New Year Poetry Meeting was organized by her, but there has never been a time when a son or nephew of the royal family has won the championship.

Moreover, Li Xiang is only thirteen years old this year.

"The future is terrifying, Brother Xiangyang."

Wang Shaobo shook his head.

When he was thirteen years old, although he was already quite famous for his poetry, the level of poetry was far from reaching the realm of this poem.

"That's true, looking at this son's poetic skills, it has a meaning that far exceeds the level of my generation."

Wang Majie, who has always been proud and harsh, rarely praises a person.

"Well, thank you three in advance, Poor Dao is now going to announce the mystery of tonight's poem, and I'm missing!"

After Princess Yuzhen finished speaking, she said goodbye to Wang Wei, Meng Haoran, Wang Changling and others, and went out to continue to preside over her New Year's poetry party.

Li Mao was in high spirits tonight.

Although it was the same theme as last year, he felt that the poem tonight had been performed very well, and that his three sisters had all thought that the poem was extraordinary, at least, at the age of twelve, there were few other princes who were wiser than him.

In the center of the room, the figure of Princess Yuzhen has appeared.

The bustling voices on the field suddenly quieted down, and everyone's eyes focused on Princess Yuzhen.

Everyone knows that what Princess Yuzhen is holding in her hand at the moment is the name of tonight's poetry selected by the three judges.

Li Cong and Li Ying's eyes couldn't help but be attracted by their aunt's hand.

Although they know that there is no hope of competing for the poetry crown this year, they are still very concerned about who will win the poetry championship. After all, they have been observing the reactions of the people around them, and at present, the most expectant and arrogant look is naturally Shouwang Li Mao.

Especially the little princesses at his table couldn't help but cheer, which showed how confident they were in their brother's victory.

"Thank you, guests, tonight has made everyone wait for a long time, however, tonight's wait is worth it, after the careful study of the three judges, everyone unanimously selected this year's list of poets, and what Poor Dao can tell you here is that this year's poet's poems are of a higher standard than in previous years, so to speak, deservedly the reputation of poets!"

Princess Yuzhen was obviously more excited tonight than usual, and her face was always shining with excitement.

"Auntie, aunt, quickly announce who won the poem!"

Princess Xianyi at Li Mao's table couldn't help but scream first, and when she said the word Shikui, she deliberately turned her head to look at her own brother.

"Little princess, don't be impatient, my aunt will announce the list of poets immediately, and what my aunt wants to tell you is that this year's poets also have something to do with you!"

Princess Yuzhen was so excited this year, she announced her name as soon as she said it, and she sold another pass when it came to the end.

"Brother, brother, it's you, it's you, my aunt must be talking about you!"

Princess Xianyi couldn't help but scream after hearing this.

"Xianyi, quiet, quiet, be careful that your aunt will beat you later!"

When Shouwang Li Mao heard this, the confidence in his heart was even more full, and his two younger sisters also began to hug each other, and they almost cried with joy!

"Got it, Brother Huang!"

When the three little princesses heard this, they glanced at Princess Yuzhen on the stage, stuck out their tongues, and immediately forcibly suppressed their excitement.

"Hmph-"

The second prince Li Ying, who was not far away, spit out a muddy nasal voice from his nostrils.

"Does the second brother feel cold?"

Li Cong, the eldest prince opposite Li Ying, asked with concern.

"Brother Huang Mo smiled."

Li Ying looked at Li Cong and knew that he was pretending to be stupid.

"Hehe, second brother Mo Qi, Shouwang Li Mao is the most talented of our brothers, Shouwang won the poem, and it is also the glory of our royal family."

Li Cong has the generosity and calmness of an eldest brother.

"Just pretend, Brother Emperor."

Li Ying glanced coldly at Li Cong on the other side, and said with a smile.

"Okay, let's listen quietly to my aunt's announcement of Shikui's name."

Li Cong smiled understandingly, then turned his head to look at Princess Yuzhen on the stage.