After making up his mind, Chen Mingzhong touched his beard and said to himself: "The moonlight is like water and the sky is like water, good sentences, good sentences, when you float a big white!" ”

After that, picking up the wine glass, Chen Mingzhong glanced at Xiao Mo.

This is asking Xiao Mo for advice, because after all, Xiao Mo is also one of the mountain chiefs who judged this poem, he didn't speak, and Chen Mingzhong was not easy to be arbitrary, so he presented this poem to Zhao He.

Xiao Mo understood, also picked up the wine glass, and drank a full glass with Chen Mingzhong, no way, this poem is indeed very well written, plus Chen Mingzhong, an old man, has a little temperament, and he doesn't know where to provoke him, after reporting his name, Chen Mingzhong has been looking at his face.

"Chen Lao is right, look at it below, this poem should be taken!" Xiao Mo echoed and said, but Xiao Mo only said that the poem was 'should be taken', and did not say it to death, after all, this is the first batch of poems handed over, and there are many people who are writing or planning to write, who knows if there are any good works?

Chen Mingzhong nodded, and a smile finally appeared on his stereotypical face.

"Since you think you should take it, then the old man will hand this poem over!" Chen Mingzhong's attitude towards Xiao Mo did not completely change because Xiao Mo echoed him, and directly called Xiao Mo Ru, instead of calling 'Xiao Shanchang' or 'Xiao Mo'!

Xiao Mo didn't mind, smiled at Chen Mingzhong and made a gesture of please, Chen Mingzhong stood up and said: "Lord Wang, after I deliberated with Xiao Xiaoyou, I found that this poem should be the right place, and it should be the first name!" ”

In front of Zhao He, Chen Mingzhong called Xiao Mo a sentence of 'little friend', since it was a gesture, of course Chen Mingzhong had to do enough, hearing the words 'take the first name', Zhao He, Zhu Xiuzhi and Zhou Chang The three bigwigs turned their attention to the paper scroll in Chen Mingzhong's hand.

"First place?"

"Coming out so soon?"

"It's a pity that at this moment, I am closed-minded, but I let others take the first place......"

"I haven't started writing yet......"

Hearing Chen Mingzhong's words, many students who were still thinking hard and writing paused one after another, and then complained repeatedly.

And those talents who have written out the poems but have not handed in the paper scrolls have different expressions, some show surprise, some are unwilling, and some have a look of regret. Of course, there are also some students with conceited personalities, proudly raising their heads and looking at the chief with an unconvinced look.

After the commotion, Zhao He stood up, signaled everyone to be quiet, and then took the paper scroll and read: "Go to the Jianglou alone...... The thought is faint, and the moonlight is like water...... Water is like ...... sky"

Where are the people who come to look at the moon, the scenery is vaguely like last year!

After reading this poem, the expressions on the faces of the students sitting down are even more exciting.

"Uh...... The moonlight is like water, and the water is like the sky! Good sentence, good sentence. Zhu Xiuzhi also shook his head and read a sentence, and then asked Chen Mingzhong: "Mingzhong, who made this poem?" ”

"It's Xixian County School, a student surnamed Zhao Mingfang!" Chen Mingzhong has a good memory, and he still remembers the signature and source of Zhao Fang under the paper roll, and after finishing speaking, Chen Mingzhong also hugged his fist towards the mountain chief of Xixian County School.

"Congratulations to Qin Lao, Gaozu, Gaozu!"

"Huh...... Where, where! Compared with the four major academies of the state capital, my Xixian county school is shabby, and only this Zhao Fang's poetry can be mastered! Although he was modest, everyone here saw that Qin Ke, the head of Xixian County, looked honored, and his face was even more red.

Such a poetry meeting can be nominated and let Zhao He read the poems, it is indeed an honor, and Qin Ke of course feels that his face is much brighter!

Regardless of whether he can get the first place in the end, at least tonight Zhao Fang will give himself and Xixian County, which can be regarded as a glory! Qin Ke thought so, he was in a good mood, so he picked up his wine glass and drank a full cup.

"Humph!" A muffled snort came, interrupting Qin Ke's complacency, and everyone looked at it, but it was Chen Baichang with a gloomy face, and said unconvinced: "This is the first poem, so take the first name, it's too arbitrary!" ”

Where did Chen Baichang not know that this was a trick played by Chen Mingzhong? So unceremoniously objected.

The two families surnamed Chen have always been at odds, and everyone knows it, even Xiao Mo, who is meeting for the first time. Therefore, for Chen Baichang's dissatisfaction, of course, others will not go to their hearts.

"Huh?" Just when he was a little cold, Zhu Xiuzhi was surprised by the poem manuscript in his hand.

Zhao He, who was sitting on top of Zhu Xiu, heard his surprise, so he leaned his head over and asked, "What did Zhu Lao Mo find?" ”

Zhu Xiuzhi said: "I found that there is, this poem ......" touched his beard and glanced at Chen Baichang, Zhu Xiuzhi continued: "It's from Zhishui Academy, hehe...... It is from the hand of Guo Teng! ”

Guo Teng? Hearing that his proud protégé was mentioned by Zhu Xiuzhi, Chen Baichang nervously forgot about Zhu Xiuzhi, and he didn't know whether Guo Teng's words were good or bad in Zhu Xiuzhi's eyes.

Coincidentally, tonight's poetry meeting has been going on so far, and the two protagonists Zhao Fang and Guo Teng are actually sitting together.

The poetry meeting between the literati gathered together, of course, they would inform each other's names, and after Guo Teng's words were also named, Zhao Fang and Guo Teng glanced at each other, and then they both smiled.

However, the two did not talk much, because now the two were rivals.

"Old Zhu, isn't it true that I know that the Water Academy is not a good one, and it is not well written?" Seeing that Zhu Xiu had not followed for a long time, Chen Baichang couldn't help but ask anxiously.

Zhu Xiuzhi knew that he was anxious to fight in front of Chen Mingzhong, and he didn't mind Chen Baichang's complaints, after shaking his head, Zhu Xiuzhi said: "This poem, forget it, let's leave it to the prince to judge!" ”

After that, Zhu Xiuzhi handed the paper scroll to Zhao He!

On the second floor of the painting boat, the ladies of the palace and the women of the soft incense pavilion are placed in two pavilions.

Hu Yunxue was pulled by Zhao Yao from after losing her mind in the afternoon, until dinner time, after the poetry meeting began, and walked out of Zhao Yao's boudoir on the painting boat.

"Sister, I heard that there are good words below, come and listen to them!"

"Listen to what?" Hu Yunxue is very unaccustomed to the identity she suddenly added to her body, including the sudden addition of Zhao Yao's cousin, and she is also a high-ranking county lord.

According to Zhao Yao's words, it is herself who is really high, because she is an authentic true daughter, the daughter of the current emperor, and the princess of the An Dynasty!

Am I really a princess? Why doesn't Daddy keep telling me? What am I going to do?

Hu Yunxue kept asking herself, but there was no answer.

was pulled by Zhao Yao, looking at Xiao Mo with a light face in the poetry meeting from a distance on the second floor, Hu Yunxue's heart moved.

If it's true, I don't know what Ziheng will do when he hears the news?

was so confused that Hu Yunxue lost interest in the poetry of those talents.

Zhao Yao is different, she seems to like poetry very much, and she is excited to look at the maid who is trotting all the way.

"Hurry up, hurry up, what's the good thing to say? Is it better than the 'moonlight is like water and water is like the sky'? ”

The maid was just an ordinary palace maid, where did she know any poems, and she couldn't answer Zhao Yao's question, so she had to try her best to hand over the poem specially copied to Zhao Yao in her hand as quickly as possible.

"Hey, it's the first word......"

After silently reading the poem manuscript in his hand, Zhao Yao pulled Hu Yunxue and said, "Sister, you can also take a look, how about this sentence?" ”

Hu Yunxue glanced at it, and saw that on the top of the poem, the place Zhao Yao pointed to was written, 'Liu Cui Yang Qing smoke dispersed, and the clouds were full of shame', and then looked at the word card, it was 'Qu Yuguan'.

Hu Yunxue has been familiar with poetry since she was a child, and she also has a certain ability to evaluate poetry.

Maybe this is also the reason why my father deliberately asked me to learn poetry, after all, my identity, if I don't know poetry etiquette...... Hu Yunxue thought about it again in her heart, and forgot to answer Zhao Yao's words for a while.

"Sister, sister?" Zhao Yao's lark-like voice sounded, pulling Hu Yunxue back to reality, in front of Hu Yunxue, Zhao Yao also recovered the playful nature of the little girl, and asked with a pout, "What does my sister think?" ”

Hu Yunxue shook her head and said, "No, it's nothing!" ”

Zhao Yao said: "Still can't accept it?" Doesn't my sister want to go back to the palace? ”

"Uh......" Hu Yunxue didn't know how to answer, this Zhao Yao's thinking was too jumpy, when did he stay in the palace? If you haven't been there, how can you say 'go back'?

After thinking about it, Hu Yunxue sighed in her heart: Yes, I must have been in the palace, but where did I get born from?

"Actually......" Zhao Yao's voice sounded in her ears again, and the little girl said in a low voice: "Actually, I don't like to go to the palace either, what's so good in the palace, I am stared at by many people every day, and I don't feel comfortable at all, it's better to go on a tour with my father, sister, don't you say?" ”

"Huh?" Hu Yunxue shook her head and couldn't say anything.

"Really!" Zhao Yao saw that Hu Yunxue had been avoiding this topic, and after complaining, she turned the topic to poetry.

"This sentence, sister, what the hell is going on!"

"Uh......" Hu Yunxue was really not in the mood to discuss poetry, so she said: "The county lord thinks that this poem, compared to 'confidant in the sea, if the end of the world is next to each other'?" ”