In the blink of an eye, it was already Shen time, and the poetry and drinking banquet around Qujiang Pond was in full swing.

In the painting boat in the center of the boat, Du Hongniang was sipping the elixir wine given by the saint, while discussing the poems and texts she had read today with several girls' school books.

The woman in a pink mattress shirt on the left was holding a page of poetry, frowning slightly, and nodded again and again: "To say that among all the poems I have read today, the eldest daughter of the Weiguo family, Xiao Ji Little Lady, this "Yongyue" is the most in line with my preferences. ”

Saying this, she couldn't help but read it out: "The willow moon shines on the lonely cold pool, and the apricot garden is acacia in the depths." When I first heard that your heart was like a bright one, I was wet with tears. ”

"Well, Wei Xiaoniang's poem "Yongyue" can be regarded as a masterpiece", Du Hongniang bowed her head and said: "This year, the saint has not clearly defined the theme, everyone can hope for lovesickness, hang the past and the present, or sing about things, express their hearts, all of which are indispensable." ”

At this time, a female official in the palace on the other side also held a poem in her hand, but her attention was not on the poem, she looked at the two people who spoke, and muttered for a moment before she said slowly:

"Just now I came from the palace, and when I saw some poems falling down from the color building, I couldn't help but look at them more, most of them were themes such as singing, but I was afraid that the intention of this poetry meeting would still be biased towards this."

Saying that, she pursed her lips unconsciously, hesitating and expressing her chest directly: "The poem of the little lady of the Wei family is titled "Yongyue", but the content is more focused on expressing sorrow, and there are still some deficiencies in it. ”

"The young eunuch doesn't have to be so harsh", holding Wei Ruji's poetry and the girls' school book said: "There are not many talented women in Chang'an City now, and they can't be compared with the matchmaker and Chunniang, and it is rare for a rising star to be able to make such poems." ”

"I don't agree with Chen Xiaoshu's words, although we are women's families, but there are countless women who have been born since the Zhenguan Dynasty, and the saint is interested in letting the matchmaker take the exam to compare with the juniors, and he wants to see the real talent and learning", the young eunuch said indignantly, and his face was red.

Du Hongniang listened to the argument between the two, but still maintained a calm attitude.

Some of the disputes are actually reasonable to do this assessment, but she can't watch this state of affairs continue to expand.

The poems of the little lady of the Weiguo family, she actually felt a little deficient at first glance, but the girls' school book protected the poem until the end, so as not to invite pets.

She had no intention of being partial, but she didn't want to offend anyone easily, and after a little thought, she began to persuade:

"The two female officials don't have to be obsessed with this poem alone, the saint added the women's poetry meeting this time, in fact, it is nothing more than to add some fun, so that the daughters in the boudoir can display some talents, neither about the examination and examination, nor intoxicated with the grace of the saint, so the process of participation is the most important."

After hearing this, the young monitor was very agreeable, and said with a smile: "The matchmaker's words are the most pertinent", and then he raised the page of poetry in his hand: "I also have a poem here, and I want to ask the matchmaker to look at it." ”

A hint of cunning flashed in her eyes, and she handed the poem to the maid on the side, and when it was passed to Du Hongniang, Du Hongniang just glanced at it slightly, and her face couldn't help showing a bitter color.

"Last night's rain slackened last night's wind, and the remnants of the sand entered the city. Beigu is bleak and there is a day, and the words are the most melancholy. ”

When the young eunuch read this, he shook his head with intoxication, and put on a posture of enjoyment: "The full moon shines on the building, and the frost locks the autumn for ten miles." Ask the gentleman when to pick lotus, and only ask about wine if you don't understand lovesickness. ”

After reading the poems, the young eunuch smiled with endless aftertaste: "I don't know what the matchmaker and the school books think of these two "Xiaolou Yin"? ”

Du Hongniang nodded meaningfully: "I have seen this poem before, if I hadn't read other poems later, this "Xiaolou Yin" is indeed worthy of being the poet of today's Women's Poetry Club." ”

She can see it at the moment, these two people are really ghosts.

Although he has just returned to Kyoto, he still has some understanding of the situation in Chang'an City, especially the relationship between the richest man in Chang'an and the Beisi Yamen, no one knows.

Since this young eunuch is from the palace, he is afraid that he will not be able to get rid of the Beiya, otherwise how could a little young eunuch dare to question the poetry of the daughter of the prince of Wei Guo in person.

It seems that today, she, the chief judge of the women's poetry club, has become a complete ornament.

Chen Xiaoshu listened to this poem "Xiaolou Yin", and silently recited "Ask the gentleman when to pick the lotus together, and only ask about the wine if you don't understand the lovesickness", but he also felt the aggressive momentum, and hurriedly urged: "I didn't expect the matchmaker to have a good poem, you might as well take it out for everyone to see." ”

Du Hongniang smiled and took out the poem that Li Wanwan handed over to her from her sleeve, handed it to the maid on the side, and circulated it to everyone for evaluation.

The young eunuch held the paper and read softly: "Dreams are like hooks. ”

Chen Xiaoshu's forehead flickered: "Good name." ”

"Last night, Xiaomeng was old-fashioned, and Chu Ying was still vaguely affectionate."

"Acquaintance is unprovoked and empty, and I miss it when I don't miss it."

Just here, the women in the boat listened to the young eunuch muttering, and couldn't help but chant silently: "Acquaintance is unprovoked and empty, and I miss it if I can't miss it." ”

"It's good poetry."

At this time, Chen Xiaoshu couldn't help but lean over, and then read:

"The pavilions are cold and rainy, and the best time is like a dream. It is difficult to have love since ancient times, and the spring is still in the old people. ”

"It is difficult to have love since ancient times, and the spring is still in the old people, and the last two sentences are really sad."

"Well, I don't know who can write such a good sentence?"

The young eunuch looked at the two women discussing on the side with some displeasure, and then looked at the last poem of the poem: "Qing Ruochen dreams of me, and a red bean lingers alone." Don't ask where the infatuation goes, and there is no lovesickness and no fate. ”

"Don't ask where the infatuation goes, there is no lovesickness and no fate."

The young eunuch was excited to read it, and he was still reminiscing about it repeatedly, but Chen Xiaoshu had already begun to sigh sincerely: "No wonder it can be favored by the matchmaker, these three poems really fulfill the name of the poem, the first one to capture dreams, fascinating, and the poems in this Lianfang are well deserved, but I don't know which woman has such talent?" ”

Du Hongniang stood up slowly, walked to a few people, took the three controversial poems, and said with a light smile: "This is made by Su Zhining, the daughter of the head of the Su Mansion in Guangdefang. ”

"Oh, isn't it the abandoned girl who was divorced by King Qing?"

Du Hongniang's words were just out, and the pot suddenly exploded in the boat:

"Guangdefang has nothing else besides the Su family in the northwest corner, naturally it is the abandoned girl."

"It is incredible that the daughter of a merchant could write such poems."

"Isn't that little lady of the Tao family also a woman from a businessman's family."

Du Hongniang looked at the several female officials who were talking to each other by the door curtain, and was silent for a long time, but did not show much reaction, but smiled faintly:

"At first, I also thought that these three poems were too graceful, not as vivid and interesting as the Tao family's little lady's "Xiaolou Yin", maybe it was the old age, the matchmaker preferred this euphemistic style, since everyone has their own disputes, it is better to take the poems made by the three little ladies to the color building to let you have a showdown."

"Well, that's what I mean, and I guess it's almost over," the young eunuch saluted.

Chen Xiaoshu shook his head disapprovingly: "After reading these poems, I thought that the song "Yongyue" was exquisite enough, but I never thought that Chang'an City actually hid a lot of masters. ”

Du Hongniang and the female young eunuch looked at each other and nodded.