Wei Xuehan shook her head, although she also wanted to enter the palace quickly, but this was indeed a problem.

Seeing this, Song Qingyi didn't continue to ask, so he could only wait until Meng Yu and Xiao came to discuss together.

However, the four of them discussed for a long time and still did not come up with a reason, so they had to change despite the change.

In the early morning of the next day, Lin'an City was even more lively, and many people went to the city gate.

"Is something big going on?" Song Qingyi looked at the situation in front of him and couldn't help but ask.

It's just that where will they know.

At this moment, an aunt was carrying a bamboo basket in her hand and also headed towards the city gate, and happened to pass by in front of them, Wei Xuehan hurriedly stepped forward and asked: "Auntie, may I ask what happened, what are you doing in a hurry towards the city gate?" ”

Finding that she was being pulled in, looking at Wei Xuehan and having no malicious intent, the aunt hurriedly said: "Today our emperor came to Lin'an City, it is said that he came to watch the poetry meeting of this time, and all the people have already gone to the city gate to greet him, and I have to hurry up to occupy a good position, otherwise I won't be able to see it." ”

After speaking, the aunt hurried towards the city gate.

After listening to the aunt's words, everyone also understood what was going on.

"The emperor of this concubine country actually came here, we were worried that we didn't know how to get close to the emperor, isn't this a good opportunity?" Song Qingyi pondered.

The others nodded as well, so that they would not have to take a big risk to go to the palace, and if they seized this opportunity to get close to the emperor and gain trust, they could get the last key.

"Since the emperor is here to watch this poetry meeting, as long as we participate in this poetry meeting, the greater the chance of getting close to the emperor." Meng Yu analyzes how to reduce the risk of approaching the emperor.

After listening to Meng Yu's words, everyone agreed.

Fortunately, the surrounding people had already gone to the city gate, and they didn't hear what Song Qingyi and they were talking about.

The four of them also went to the city gate, and when they first arrived, they saw eight people carrying a sedan chair, and the sedan chair was covered with bright yellow transparent tulle on all sides, and the people could see the figures inside through the tulle.

I saw a middle-aged man sitting inside, and he felt extraordinary just from his appearance.

"Long live my emperor!"

The surrounding people knelt on the ground and kowtowed, with sincere expressions.

Seeing this, the four of them also hurriedly knelt down.

Along the way, the voices of the people came and went, all welcoming the emperor, until they came to the ring where the poetry meeting was held.

"Get up, you don't have to be polite to today's poetry meeting. At the same time, I also hope that all the talented and beautiful people can go all out to show the talent of our country. The emperor got out of the sedan chair and looked at the people kneeling in front of him and said.

In the face of their own emperor being so close to the people, the people are also happy in their hearts, and their voices for the emperor are even heavier.

"If you want to participate in the competition, please go to the right and write a poem, and if you can, you will be able to participate in the next poetry meeting, and the winner of the competition will be able to go to the banquet in the palace." A eunuch beside the emperor stood up and said loudly.

As soon as these words came out, everyone present exclaimed.

You must know that if you can get the emperor's appreciation, you will be able to soar, if you can enter the palace and know more dignitaries, it can be said that you will be on a steady journey in the future. Chase the book

Immediately, many people went to sign up, and even those who couldn't write poetry wanted to try their luck. And Song Qingyi and the four of them will not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and all four of them have signed up, so the chances are greater.

The four of them simply wrote some poems on the paper and handed them in, and Song Qingyi and Wei Xuehan, as modern people, memorized a lot of Tang poems and Song lyrics, and it can be described as pediatric to deal with this kind of thing.

As expected, all four advanced to the next competition.

After a long period of screening, there were quite a few people left on the field.

"Then the first round of the competition, Flying Flower Order. A group of five, free teaming, group competition with the theme of flowers, someone in the group loses the battle, this person will be directly out, a total of five rounds, the rest of the field will participate in the next round of the game. ”

The eunuch explained the rules of the game, explained the unclear points again, and then let people form teams freely.

And Song Qingyi and they are already four people, so they only need to recruit one more person.

However, because of their group, people don't look like people who can write poetry, and they are reluctant to team up with them, until in the end, there is only one left who has to be in a group with Song Qingyi.

Observing these people who were about to become their opponents, all of them were well-mannered, and they seemed to know that they were full of poetry and books every day.

Soon the first round of matches begins, with opponents all assigned according to the draw, and each group will be watched by the side to prevent cheating while they are playing.

And Song Qingyi's group of opponents were all men, and everyone had a kind of bookish atmosphere. The man who joined them later couldn't help but feel a little desperate when he saw the opponent in front of him, but when he thought that it was just an individual, the man in the unrelated group was relieved.

"Concession." The opponent saluted them respectfully.

Song Qingyi's side took the lead in sending Wei Xuehan, but fortunately, Wei Xuehan knew a lot of ancient poems, and soon the opponent was defeated.

The second one was played by Xiao, I don't know if it was because Xiao's aura was too strong, or because he was too weak against Shao, and the opponent lost in just two rounds.

The man saw that the teams he didn't like had won two games in a row, and then he realized that they had all looked away.

Soon it was Meng Yu's turn, but Meng Yu usually danced with knives and swords, although he also knew something about poetry, but how could he be able to compete with the scholar who was full of poetry and books in front of him, and he was defeated after a while, which also made the man breathe a sigh of relief.

"I didn't expect that the general who won a hundred battles on the battlefield would be defeated by the pen!" Seeing that Meng Yu had lost, Wei Xuehan couldn't help but laugh on the side.

Meng Yu saw Wei Xuehan gloating so much, and poured a basin of cold water coldly: "Don't forget, we are for you, what will happen if we all lose, you should know." ”

Sure enough, when Wei Xuehan heard this, he immediately closed his mouth.

Now only the men and Song Qingyi have not yet competed, but for Song Qingyi, Wei Xuehan has the confidence to win.

The men quickly won the match, and Song Qingyi came out next.

Seeing that Song Qingyi and their side only lost one person from beginning to end, and Song Qingyi was the last, the people on the other side couldn't help but feel a little pressured.

"Girl, please." Even with the huge pressure, the scholar still said very gentlemanly.

Song Qingyi also said unceremoniously: "The blade of the sword is sharpened, and the fragrance of plum blossoms is bitter cold." ”

Hearing this verse, the scholar on the other side couldn't help but be dumbfounded, and said not to be outdone: "Spring and other candidates try Mei Rui first, Yuzi is cold and bright sand." ”