Bao Xing didn't speak, and his chin was raised.

Yuzhu looked over, but saw that the queen was struggling to write.

Brush brush brush.

In a blink of an eye, she wrote two poems, which did not wait for pause and revision, and threw them to Bao Xing when she finished writing, saying, "Give it to General Xu." ”

Yuzhu's jaw is about to fall off.

This...... It's too fast.

Can you still read this poem?

Yuzhu didn't dare to hit the master, and after thinking for a long time, he said cautiously: "Niangniang, it's hard for the emperor to ask you for a poem, do we have to think about it?" said that the palace is going to hold a poetry banquet this year, don't let Concubine Jing steal the limelight. ”

"Don't worry, it's all peerless poetry." Yun Dai stood up nonchalantly and stretched, "Let's go to breakfast, after eating, let's choose the ingredients and make new clothes for the New Year." ”

Yuzhu followed: "Niangniang's talent is naturally the best, but when it comes to composing poetry, you have to consider every word." Or the slave will bring the poem back? Think again. ”

"Yuzhu, I'll just tell you this, if my poems don't win awards, then there is only one possibility, the judges are all fools who don't learn and don't know how to do it, they don't deserve to read these good poems that have been passed down through the ages."

Yuzhu was completely calmed by his master's words.

In private, she said to Baoxing: "Even if you can't win, our mother's self-confidence is commendable." ”

Xu Hu returned to the palace with Yun Dai's poem and sent it to the emperor.

Zhao Yuanjing couldn't wait to pick it up and take a look.

Ten days ago, after he first discovered Yun Dai's talent in poetry, he kept thinking about it and wanted her to write a few more. Helplessly, for the sake of face, Yan'er is not there, he is not good to always go to Ganquan Temple.

Fortunately, there are still more than ten days to celebrate the New Year, and the Queen Mother and a few old concubines are idle and bored, saying that they want to hold a snow poetry banquet, and if someone makes a good poem, they will be rewarded.

The officials of the imperial court are also on vacation, and they are idle, and many people come to join in the fun.

Zhao Yuanjing was not interested, but when he heard that Jin Yao and Guo Ning were also going to participate, he thought of Yun Dai's poem.

This is a great opportunity to write a poem.

No, it's coming.

Zhao Yuanjing first swept the two poems from beginning to end, and was immediately fascinated.

One song is entitled Plum Blossoms.

There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone. I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance.

The other song is called Momei.

My family washes the inkstone pond tree, and the flowers bloom with light ink marks. Don't let people praise the color, only leave the air full of goodness.

A song is arrogant, a song is majestic.

Talent and arrogance, between the lines, the display is dripping.

Zhao Yuanjing couldn't help but praise a wonderful word.

He couldn't put it down for a long time, and ordered someone to transcribe the poem, frame it, and take it out when he kept it for the poetry meeting.

At this time, Jin Yao also came with a poem, and said with a smile: "The concubine is not in good spirits now, and after thinking about it for several days, she barely made two poems, which is embarrassing, and I want to ask the saint to show the concubine." If it's not good, the concubine will do it again. ”

Zhao Yuanjing raised his eyebrows and said, "Present it." ”

When Jin Yao was in the boudoir, she was a famous talented woman in the capital.

He wanted to see how the poems made by Jin Yao compared to Yun Dai's.

When you open it, it turns out to be a poem about snow.

Swirling clouds outside the building, lonely snow on the wall.

Light Qiongrun fine willow, embroidered velvet dancing warbler.

Melting snow and plum fragrance, flowing water and listening to piano music.

The wind is full of mercy and whiteness, and it is still leaving the king's heart.

It's also a good poem.

But when I read it, I always feel bland, and there is no taste. Take a hundred times to read the latest chapter of "The Queen is My Black Moonlight Claw Book House" for free for the first time.

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