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After finishing the song, the bead curtain shook, Qu Yanran held the pipa, went quietly, and turned to the stage.

Qu Yanran turned her eyes, and saw that almost all of the singers behind the scenes were looking at herself with a look of worship.

Qu Yanran had already received such a gaze, and smiled slightly to thank her.

"My good daughter."

Hearing this voice, Qu Yanran turned around and said, "Yun Niang." ”

Yun Niang stepped forward and took Qu Yanran's hand and said, "Today's song is enough to go around the beam for three days." ”

Qu Yanran lowered her head and said, "Yun Niang is too famous. ”

Yun Niang said happily for her from the bottom of her heart: "You haven't seen it, just when you played that song, the obsessed look of the boy brother outside, this person hasn't seen it yet, it's enough to move Jinghua, who doesn't know you in the East Capital!" ”

Qu Yanran heard a little too much about such praise, and when she was about to laugh, she suddenly seemed to think of something, and asked: "Yun Niang, who did you say that those sons and brothers are here today?" ”

Yun Niang was surprised, and asked rhetorically: "My good daughter, don't you usually care about this?" ”

Qu Yanran smiled and said, "Yun Niang, but today I want to know." ”

Yun Niang smiled slightly, and said: "There must be a reason, is it my good daughter, which son do you like and want to get out of the cabinet?" Tell the truth, and I will be done to you. ”

Qu Yanran looked helpless about Yun Niang, and could only say: "When I played to the palace today, the string tone suddenly turned high-pitched, which has never been the case before. ”

Yun Niang smiled: "What's so strange about this, what does it have to do with which son?" ”

Qu Yanran shook her head and said: "The ancients, when the palace changes, the string sound is sudden and high-pitched, there must be a hero listening. ”

Yun Niang suddenly said at the moment: "I see. ”

At that moment, Qu Yanran looked at Yun Niang steadily, and Yun Niang didn't want to make fun of him anymore, so she leaned into Qu Yanran's ear and said it carefully.

Qu Yanran nodded when she heard this, but bowed her head and said nothing.

Yun Niang said: "I see, I heard that the Tang State Mansion is a big Langjun, with the posture of a dragon and a tiger, and Xiangshi said that his future is unspeakably expensive, presumably the hero should be this person." ”

"By the way, there is also the Duke of Pushan County, who was also praised by the Duke of Yue Guo back then, and he will definitely be able to settle down in the future."

Listening to Yun Niang's words, Qu Yanran wanted to speak and stopped.

Yun Niang smiled: "My good daughter, you are worried about these things, and those sons will write poems to congratulate you, you can see which hero you are, maybe it will be a good marriage." ”

Qu Yanran smiled when she heard this, and said: "Yun Niang don't make fun of it, heroes also start from the end of the micro, and they don't know how to write and ink, how can they all be regarded as poets." ”

As soon as this remark came out, if Li Chongjiu was beside him, he would praise Qu Yanran's opinion.

In the wing room on the second floor, when Yang Xuan, the king of Qi, came back to his senses from Qu Yanran's miraculous music, he said to Li Chongjiu on the side: "Chongjiu, tell me, how about this woman that King Gu values?" ”

The maid on the side had already been dismissed, and when she saw King Qi asking, Li Chongjiu thought for a while and said: "The jackdaw is not with the phoenix, and the woman who can win the favor of His Royal Highness the King of Qi has the appearance of a dragon and a phoenix." ”

Yang Xuan nodded and said: "If it weren't for her identity, I would marry this woman as the princess of Qi, Chongjiu, and I will show my poetry talent in a while, you will definitely make me a blockbuster, if you get the heart of a beauty, I will definitely reward you." ”

Li Chongjiu nodded and said, "I don't want to be rewarded, I just want to serve His Royal Highness King Qi." ”

"Good! Good! Good! Yang Jun laughed, and then asked, "Have you thought of the poem?" ”

Li Chongjiu nodded immediately.

At this time, outside the door, there was a gentle knock, and as soon as the door of the wing room opened, I saw Yun Niang coming and said with a smile: "Young Master Yang!" ”

Yang Jun also stepped forward to greet him very attentively, as he is the king of Qi, he can enjoy such treatment, there are really few people in the world, and he can be regarded as loving Yun Niang.

Seeing Yang Yun talking to Yun Niang, Li Chongjiu stepped aside as an entourage.

Yun Niang laughed with Yang Jun for a few words, and then ordered the little maid outside the door to present pen, ink and paper, and said: "I will let the slave family see Yang Gongzi's talent for a while, so that people can praise the Eastern Capital." ”

"Well said, well said." Yang Jun looked like he wanted to be modest at the moment, but he couldn't be modest.

After speaking, Yun Niang smiled slightly, and Shi Shiran retreated.

Seeing that a maidservant girl was about to polish her ink, Yang Jian immediately asked all the irrelevant people in the room to go out, turned his head to look at Li Chongjiu with a somewhat anxious look, and said, "Chongjiu, please leave it to you." ”

Li Chongjiu said with a smile: "Please rest assured that the king of Qi is not good at writing in the following, and it will bother the king of Qi to write." ”

"Of course," Qi King Yang Xuan said at the moment, "What if the strokes are different, what if you wear a gang." ”

At this moment, in the garden, four old gentleman-like figures stepped out and sat down together. Although Yang Jun didn't know him, someone would come out to introduce them later, and these four people were judges, two of them were Zhishi officials, one was in Guozijian, and one was a Confucian in the literary world.

There is another person chatting with Yun Niang on the side, and he does not read the file, this person Yang Jian has heard of it, and Li Chongjiu said that this person is the secretary Lang Yu Shinan.

Li Chongjiu had naturally heard of Yu Shinan's name, and couldn't help but take a few more glances at the moment. I saw that this person's temples were a little gray, but his spirit was not bad.

At present, there are already a few pieces of paper written by the four people who have written poems, and they are moving in their hands.

I saw that when the four of them read the poems, they nodded their heads from time to time, or frowned, sometimes pointed to nothing, and even picked up a piece of paper to chant a few words.

After the four of them circulated a poem, they each picked up their pen and wrote down their own opinions.

After correcting five or six poems, a piece of paper came from a young girl, and the first old man who read the book glanced at it, and after the poem on the paper, his eyes lit up at the moment, and he shook his head and whispered a few words.

After that, the old man looked at it carefully, and then passed it to the people on the side.

The people on the side were confident in the eyes of others, only looked at a few times, couldn't help nodding all the time, and then passed it to the people on the side to read, and when it reached the last person, the old man finished reading, pinched his beard and smiled: "It seems that this poem can be the first." ”

Hearing the old man's comments, there was a buzzing sound above the box. It seems to be discussing whose masterpiece this poem is.

At this time, another piece of paper came, and the old man who received it first, after finishing, said: "It's too early to say, I'll talk about it after reading it." ”

The old man on the side of this person said with a smile: "Yes, the old man wants to take a look." ”

After half a ring, the old man was also speechless, and passed it on to the next person, obviously blameless.

The four of them circulated it again, all of them were amazed, and when they reached the hands of the old man at the end, the other party looked at it and pinched his beard again, and said: "It's really embarrassing, I thought that the previous one could win the first place, but when I saw this one, I felt that I was inferior." ”

The four of them whispered to each other, and they all discussed with each other.

One of them, an old man, held a piece of paper in his hand and said: "Among these poems, I can see that these two poems are the best among them, which is really good, what do you think? ”

Everyone nodded.

One of the old men counted the notes in it, and then suddenly said, "Hey, why is there one missing?" ”

The rest of the people saw that the other poems were all in it, but there was one missing, and the old man who liked to pinch his beard smiled and said: "It's a little difficult to think about the other party, so it's the same next time." ”

Although he said this on his face, everyone thought in their hearts that this person really couldn't come up with poetry, so it was a face-saving statement for the other party.

When they are waiting for the people, ready to make a decision.

Suddenly, a beautiful maid held a piece of paper in her hand, walked quickly, and came to Yun Niang first and said a few words.

Yun Niang was stunned when she received the note, and when she saw that the old men were planning to discuss what was the best for the two poems, Yun Niang couldn't help but shake her head, and said in her heart that this was too slow.

And on the box above, others also lightly came a few chuckles, this poem is exquisite, where is this careful consideration.

After opening the paper, Yun Niang first swept the poem's eyes, frowned at first, and then read it carefully.

I saw that Yun Niang's face was undecided at first, and then her lips opened lightly and read it word by word. After Yun Niang finished reading, her eyes were complicated and seemed indescribable.

At that moment, Yun Niang didn't speak, and walked quickly between several old men.

The old man who pinched the beard was originally loud, and said: "Look at this work, the front is laid out, and the back is slightly considerable. ”

"Mr. Ouyang." Yun Niang's voice said affirmatively.

"Huh?" The old man with the pinched beard turned his head, glanced at the paper in Yun Niang's hand, and said, "There is another song." ”

Yun Niang nodded.

The old man with the pinched beard shook his head, did not disturb the discussion of the other three old men, and picked up the paper himself, looking at it a little carelessly.

Only then did he see the opening, the old man couldn't help but sneer, shook his head, and said: "This word is quite unsightly, it can be imagined, it can be imagined. ”

Then the old man put the paper aside, and when he was about to speak, he suddenly remembered something, picked it up in confusion, and read it again word by word.

After reading it for a while, the old man was already full of solemnity, and he didn't say a word.

At this moment, on the box on the second floor, Yang Hui, the king of Qi, stabbed Li Chongjiu with his elbow, and said with an anxious face: "Chongjiu, how is this poem?" What do you think of them? ”

"Will we send it too late, others will judge the results."

Li Chongjiu glanced at Yang Jun and said with a smile: "His Royal Highness King Qi, don't worry. ”