Yu Ruoxian looked at Ran Shaotang and looked at her with expectant eyes.

Mother and daughter are connected, and Ran Shaotang immediately understands his mother's thoughts.

She wanted the portrait of the Medicine King.

Ran Shaotang thought about it for a while, maybe it was because his mother was a disciple of the Medicine King Sect.

The portrait of the Medicine King must have had an unusual meaning to them.

She nodded solemnly at her mother, and suddenly felt that the burden on her body was heavy.

After a while, she gave it her all.

At this time, Ran Wen, who was sitting on the other side of the red carpet, also set off a shocking wave in his heart after seeing the portrait.

The portrait of the Medicine King is the treasure of the Medicine King Sect. Parallel with Bodhi Mixed Yuan Dan.

Outsiders only think that this is a valuable painting, but the people of the Medicine King Sect know that there is a secret hidden in it.

When he left the Medicine King Sect with Ruoxian, the sect master carefully handed over this painting to the two of them.

The entrustment must be kept safely.

Who knew that he met a rogue on the road, and in order to save his life in the fight, this painting disappeared.

Yu Ruoxian was so anxious that she vomited blood, but she didn't dare to tell Yaowangzong about the loss of the portrait.

For so many years, Ran Wen has been sending people to quietly look for this painting, but he never imagined that this painting was in the hands of His Majesty.

Seeing that the appearance of the painting was not damaged, Ran Wen secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Emperor Gao Xi did not know the secret of this painting.

Ran Wen looked at his wife, the two glanced at each other, and the tacit understanding formed by years of love caused the two to reach an agreement in an instant.

That is, I must find a way to get this painting. Even if Shaotang misses, they will find other ways to steal it back. But that's dangerous.

In this competition, Ran Shaotang can only win and not lose.

Ran Shaotang has never seen his mother have such a gaffe moment.

I think that painting must have been very important to her.

The Ran family is fighting a lawsuit, and Emperor Gao Xi over there has already placed the writing table with great interest, and Gong E has already brought out the prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and lined them up.

The examination room is set up on the red carpet in the hall.

More than a dozen tables are placed in a row in turn, with a passage in the middle of the air, and a small yellow door stands in front of each table, separating the candidates.

In order of age, Ran Shaotang sat in the penultimate row behind.

Side by side with Wu Fengchun.

Behind is the eldest son of the eldest princess, her younger half-brother Ran Shaozu. Wu Fengchun is followed by Gao Xing, the grandson of Prime Minister Gao Zhuo.

He is a famous prodigy in Kyoto. Although he is eight years old, he has already made a name for himself.

Gao Xing is the youngest of the children in the temple.

The oldest was Lin Weizhong.

He sat in the front row, in the same row as the son of Ning Yuanhou's family.

The rest of the people lined up their seats according to their age, which made the second child of the Lin family happy.

To be ranked according to official positions, his Lin family must be ranked last.

Now that his nephew is in the first place, he will definitely be able to attract His Majesty to look at him twice.

The Lin family has good genes, and both men and women are born with beautiful appearances.

Lin Lao Er feels that his nephew is not only a talent, but also a leader in poetry and articles among children of the same age.

In his eyes, today's scenery belongs to the Lin family.

After all, the other children are not yet 10 years old.

How many books have a group of children read and how many poems have they read? If you want to write good poems without cultural background, it is simply a fool's dream.

Not only Lin Lao Er thinks so, but several others also think so.

They all understood what His Majesty meant.

The children are young, and it would be difficult for them to make the first decision.

But since I was a child, I grew up memorizing poems and reciting ballads, and it's no problem to hold back one or two songs in a hurry.

Isn't it just the first day of the Lunar New Year, and it's fun.

Those who can participate in this kind of banquet are either royal people or royal people, as long as they don't rebel and don't make big mistakes, their future prospects will not be bad.

Of course, if your own children and grandchildren compete and can come out on top, it will be the icing on the cake.

It depends on the children's personal qualifications and creation, whether they can enter the eyes of His Majesty.

The Queen Mother looked at everyone in the audience with a smile, and her eyes stayed on the two children of the Weishou Ran family for a while.

Xindao: This adopted daughter was countercalculated by Yu Ruoxian's two children.

She went to see Ran Shaoxuan again, and said in her heart, this is also a fool. I want to be a top calculator, but no one is smart. Sooner or later, you will get into trouble.

My love for her faded a little.

She turned her head to look at her son, and the more she looked, the more she realized that it was better to go anywhere.

At the beginning, she was just a concubine who was not favored, thinking that she would live her life tremblingly and walking on thin ice like this, and she would die of old age in the palace.

Who knew that his own son was very angry, and he fought back and forth with the big prince, and he won the fight.

won the world, won the queen mother's throne that everyone in the harem wanted.

She thought, in a woman's life, it is important to marry a man, but more importantly, to give birth to a son.

What a man can give is nothing more than glory and wealth, but how many grievances, fears and calculations this glory and wealth bear, only she knows in her heart.

But the son is different, the son can not only bring him glory and wealth, but also bring him supreme honor and power.

In this harem, even if there is a queen, she has the final say.

That comfort, that leisurely contentment, is what she never dared to think about when she was someone else's daughter and someone else's concubine, and she never enjoyed it.

Looking at Xuanyuan Zheng, she was happy from the bottom of her heart.

At this time, Xuanyuan Zheng had already come up with a topic.

It is not difficult, and it is not specified whether it is a seven-character poem or a five-character poem. It is only required to improvise poems within the time of a pillar of incense with flowers as the theme.

After announcing the exam questions, there were a few older children below, grinning and seeming to be confident.

Someone has already taken a pen and started answering the question.

A palace maid had already polished the ink in advance and flattened the rice paper.

There are also children who have a bitter face after listening to the question, looking at their parents.

Some of the parents smiled encouragingly, while others stared at each other, with a big "you can't answer, go home and wait for the board".

The Queen Mother smiled and said to her son: "Your Majesty, this is still going to take an exam to see how well they write?" ”

Emperor Gao Xi respectfully turned his body sideways and lowered his head slightly, and replied to the Queen Mother: "The Queen Mother guessed right. Does the son want to see how these courtiers teach their sons? The courtiers are the mainstay of my high and long-lasting prosperity. Their children are also my future courtiers. If they don't teach their descendants well, how can they assist the future emperor in governing the country. ”

After listening to her son's remarks, the Queen Mother smiled even more kindly.

It was she who gave birth to such an outstanding child.

Not only thinking about Gao Xi's present, but also thinking about Gao Xi's future.

Hmph, the first emperor was blind before he fell in love with that stupid emperor's eldest son.

She looked at the audience again, most of the children were immersed in poetry, but only the dragon and phoenix fetus of the Ran family stood still, raising her head slightly, and looking at the finely carved dome on the main hall with frowning eyebrows.

Doesn't this kid know how to compose poetry?