The female official hurriedly went to Cailou with the two poems made by Tao Jiuniang and Su Zhining.

At this time, the selection of poems on the color building is nearing the end, and there are already a lot of popular poems coming out, and even some of the poems thrown from the color building have been picked up and transferred to the women on the painting boat.

Everyone was discussing, and when they saw the female officer rushing out of the painting boat, they couldn't help but look up, and some anxiously waiting women had already gathered around and began to inquire about the situation inside.

I heard some news about the dispute over the school book over who was the poet, and some female officials came out of the painting boat one after another.

They recited and discussed several controversial poems, each stating their own opinions, and they were also full of expectations for the belonging of the poets.

Li Wanwan was waiting for the final result with a calm face, but after overhearing the first four lines of the poem "Last night's rain sparse last night's wind, the fragments of the sand entered the city", her face suddenly became gloomy.

She glanced directly at Tao Jiuniang, who was talking to someone over there, and was about to scold: "Tao Jiuniang, you poor vinegar girl......"

Hearing this, Tao Jiuniang hurriedly turned her head, took a few steps closer to her, and put on a domineering arrogant posture: "Thirteen Niang, where did the slave family offend you?" ”

The woman next to her couldn't look at it, and couldn't help but whisper accusations: "Why is this Thirteen Niang of Jingzhao Mansion so domineering? ”

Li Wanwan puffed out her mouth and glared at the woman viciously, and the woman quickly stopped.

Li Wanwan was angry in her heart, but after all, this matter couldn't be brought to the surface with confidence, so she had to ask in a suppressed voice: "You, you actually asked Yiniang, didn't you say that the first poem was for Yiniang?" ”

"Oh", Tao Jiuniang smiled casually, and did not want to answer her directly, but changed the topic: "I heard that another poem sent to Cailou was written by Sister Ning'er, I really underestimated her, she still has this talent." ”

"Don't think that you are the only one in the entire Chang'an City who can show off and learn", Li Wanwan bit her lip angrily: "It's true that I underestimated you, and that stupid woman is kind to you." ”

One more look at her made me feel disgusting.

I thought that she was just hiding some subtle thoughts about elevating herself in front of Zhao Yuanbai, but she never thought that it was so sinister, it was really scary.

Pulling the personal maid Ah Qi without waiting for Tao Jiuniang to explain, Li Wanwan hurriedly got off the boat, thinking that she had to force Su Yiniang to write this poem, if she really took that poem, I am afraid that she would be embarrassed today.

And Tao Jiuniang watched Li Wanwan leave, but gritted her teeth with hatred.

Looking at the current situation, this Li Wanwan did not use the poems and texts she gave to her, which is really annoying.

She also guessed that she might meet some women from scholarly families who would become her competitors today, but relying on her talent in this area, she devoted herself to creation for nearly half a month, and invited many great Confucian scholars to evaluate it, and felt that getting Shikui was a sure thing, so she never thought that it would be Su Zhining, who was inconspicuous in her eyes, to compete with herself in the end.

Really, really......

......

On the Cai Lou, several envoys took the two poems sent from the boat, and passed on the opinions that were difficult to unify after reading several times, and it was difficult to distinguish the advantages and disadvantages, so they had to hand them to the sage for the sage to judge.

In the palace on the north bank, there is a scene of singing and dancing, the musicians of the teaching workshop are performing the rehearsed new songs attentively, the saints and concubines are listening attentively, and the officials who send poems and texts are also invested in watching outside the palace.

After the music and dance were finished, the official dared to hold the poem and cautiously walked into the hall, and after kneeling down sincerely, he said: "Qiyu sage, over there in Qujiangchi, Mrs. Taiwei sent two poems of the women's poetry club, and the three envoys on the Cai Lou were difficult to decide, so they ordered Weichen to hand over to the sage for ruling." ”

"Oh?" , The sage glanced at the little official, looked down at everyone and smiled bitterly: "Today, Zhongqing is really not ready to let me relax, the poems made by those scholars, scholars and warriors have made it difficult for me to make a decision, and now even the matchmaker has to give me a problem." ”

"Hehe, the saint has worked hard, although he is tired, but he doesn't wait for those great Confucians in the Hanlin Academy to make a move, and the younger generations are already talented and learned, this is really an auspicious omen, God bless me Datang."

A servant beside him also replied with a smile.

"What Tian Qing said is very true", the sage beckoned: "Present it." ”

In his mouth, Tian Qing is Tian Fuguang, the privy envoy of the Northern Ya who is now favored, and was canonized as the right lieutenant of the Shence Army because of his meritorious service in supporting the saint, and he is the most powerful.

When Tian Fuguang took the poem from the little official's hand and handed it to the sage, he couldn't help but be happy when he looked at the payment of the poem on the first page, and then silently examined the sage's expression.

The sage first roughly browsed the poem "Xiaolou Yin", and when he saw the last two lines, he couldn't help but read it out loud: "Ask the king when to pick the lotus together, and only ask about the wine if you don't understand the lovesickness, well, it is not easy for the daughter's family to make such vivid and interesting poems." ”

Then he looked at the payment, and the sage's eyebrows couldn't help frowning: "Tao Yunshu? Tian Qing, but the Tao family in the Buzheng Fang? ”

Tian Fuguang squinted slightly, and replied with a smile: "Back to everyone, it is the ninth daughter of the Tao Dingqian family, the richest man in Chang'an City. ”

The saint thought about it and nodded: "I heard that the Tao family and Tian Qing are also in-laws?" ”

But without waiting for Tian Fuguang to answer, the sage signaled to the little official who sent the poems: "Reward, reward this little lady of the Tao family for five pairs of golden jade bowls, fifty pieces of Shu brocade, and five hundred pieces of silver." ”

Tian Fuguang raised his eyes with a spring breeze on his face, and he was very pleased.

The little official was about to receive the will to go on an errand, but the attendant on the other side of the saint pointed to the poem and reminded in a low voice: "Everyone, there is another poem down here." ”

The sage turned out the second page of the poem in a little panic, looked at it silently, and read "Acquaintance is unprovoked and empty, and I miss it if I miss it anymore", and his face suddenly fell silent.

Natian Fuguang suddenly felt bad, pointed at the little official and accused loudly: "Presumptuous, today is the day of the happy gathering of all families, you little official dare to disturb the interest of 'everyone', why don't you hurry up and arrest the woman who wrote poetry." ”

The little official's face turned blue with fright, and he looked directly at the saint in the hall in a daze, and he was at a loss.

It was a poem pushed up by Mrs. Taiwei, how dare you take people like this without the will of the saint.

The civil and military officials, including Li Guogong, were all stunned, staring at the saint's face in horror, and the hall was silent for a while.

The sage was led by the content of the poem, and did not pay attention to the situation in the temple at all, and when he had to read the poem, he only heard the attendant next to him call several times, and hurriedly replied: "Oh, Wen Qing." ”

The chamberlain who was called Wen Qing was Wen Jiqing, the newly promoted lieutenant of the Zuo Shence Army of the Beisi Yamen, who also led the envoys of the five squares inside and outside, and seeing that the little official was ready to rush out of the hall, his face couldn't help but show a little urgency.

The saint immediately reacted and shouted to stop: "No, no. ”

In an instant, the little official received two orders, and his face was even more embarrassed, and he froze there completely unaware of what to do.

The saint groaned, and his mouth repeated the recitation: "Don't ask where the infatuation goes, and there is no lovesickness and no fate." ”

Wen Jiqing bowed over to the saint and asked in a low voice, "I'm afraid you're missing Concubine De again?" ”

The sage slowly raised his head, grasped the poem tightly, and asked the little official, "Which little lady is the author of this poem?" ”

"Back to the sage, Weichen heard that this woman is the child of Su Yilang's family, the court doctor of Guangdefang."

"Where is it now? Come to the temple quickly, I want to see you. ”

The little official buried his head and replied tremblingly: "This little lady named Su Zhining did not come in person, and the poems were only presented by Mrs. Taiwei. ”

Hearing Su Zhining's name, King Qing, who was holding a wine cup in the hall and meditating, shook slightly, and the wine in his hand also spilled out.

He put down the wine bottle with a somewhat flustered expression, took out a handkerchief and wiped his hand stained with wine calmly, only to see the saint nodding stupidly, straightened up, thought about taking off the brocade robe he was wearing and handed it to Wen Jiqing, and said in a gentle voice:

"Give this brocade robe to the woman who wrote the poem", and then thought about it and added: "In addition, there will be ten pairs of gold jade bowls, golden hairpins and phoenix hairpins, 100 horses of Shu brocade, and thousands of silver coins, and the school will be inspected and eaten to enter the Su Mansion to give today's Mid-Autumn Festival royal banquet." ”

Wen Jiqing remembered them one by one, lowered his head and peeked at Tian Fuguang on the other side, and couldn't help but smile gloomily on his face.

At this moment, everyone already knows the belonging of the poems, and even the more than 30 poems selected by Fang Cailou are not so rich.

It can be seen that the saint attaches great importance to the nameless woman.