"Compassion is light and cold, and the wind is blowing, and the little plum is fluttering with snow and apricot blossoms."

"Pity a thousand points of Wu Shuang, the cold is inexhaustible, and relatively, the plum falls like rain."

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The two of them exchanged more than ten lines of poetry back and forth, but they were not defeated. The scholar didn't expect Song Qingyi in front of him to be so powerful, and even Meng Yu didn't expect Song Qingyi to be so talented.

Beads of sweat the size of beans suddenly flowed from the scholar's forehead, but Song Qingyi still coped with it easily.

"The peach blossoms smile out of the fence, as if they are the most affectionate before they open. Your turn. Song Qingyi looked at each other with a faint smile on her face.

Tang poems and Song lyrics are countless, even if they know very little, but it is more than enough to deal with these people with limited poetry in front of them.

Hearing that Song Qingyi was able to continue, the scholar was ashamed of himself, so he had to admit defeat: "I lost." ”

After a fierce competition, there were only a dozen people left on the field, and Song Qingyi and their team had the most people left.

"Let's play the last game, everyone composes a poem on the spot, and finally the final winner is judged by the people present and the emperor! The eunuch began to dictate the second round again.

Hearing that they were going to compose a poem on the spot, everyone present fell into hard thought and meditation, wanting to show their talents in front of the emperor.

Only Song Qingyi and Wei Xuehan looked as usual, but both of them were thinking about which poem to write the best.

Soon, many guards brought up a lot of tables, and pen, ink, paper, and inkstones were placed on the tables.

"Time is a stick of incense, please hurry up."

As soon as the eunuch's words fell, a guard inserted the incense that had been lit at the front to remind the people present.

I saw that many talented and beautiful people present were writing one after another, even Wei Xuehan and Xiao had already begun to write, but Song Qingyi was still motionless and seemed to be thinking about something.

Seeing that Song Qingyi hadn't started writing yet, Meng Yu couldn't help but feel a little worried about Song Qingyi.

Seeing that the time was about to come, Song Qingyi opened her eyes, picked up the pen on the table and wrote.

"It's time!"

With the eunuch shouting, Song Qingyi just finished the last word.

Soon, someone will show everyone's poems to the people, and let the people put the flowers in their hands in front of the poems they like.

I saw that the poems in front of me were better than the other, making it difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser.

However, when they saw a poem in front of them, they were all shocked, and there were many talented and beautiful people who looked at the poems in front of them and nodded their heads frequently, and the people present basically put the flowers in their hands in front of this poem.

When the emperor saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but be full of curiosity about this poem, and glanced at the eunuch.

The eunuch understood, and hurriedly stepped forward to take down the poem and present it to the emperor.

I saw that the calligraphy above was powerful, flexible and stretched, giving people a vigorous atmosphere, and its poems were even more bold and made people can't help but think deeply.

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns. You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk. Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone. "Food

The emperor read the above verses carefully, and the whole person fell into deep thought.

"Good poetry, good poetry! I wonder who wrote this poem? "A few praises in a row, such a good poem made the emperor want to see what the person who wrote such a poem is like.

"Back to the emperor, this poem was written by a folk girl." At this time, Song Qingyi stood up and saluted respectfully and said.

However, when she said this, Song Qingyi felt a little disobedient, after all, she copied Li Bai's "Will Enter the Wine", but she only used the first few sentences.

When I saw that the person who wrote such a bold poem turned out to be a woman, there was an uproar in the audience.

"You wrote this?" Looking at the words on it, the emperor thought that he was a very talented man, but he never thought that it would be such a woman.

Song Qingyi is neither humble nor arrogant, even in the face of the emperor, there is no fear: "Yes." ”

Seeing Song Qingyi like this, the emperor seemed to have met a thousand miles of horses, and he also greatly appreciated Song Qingyi.

"Okay, good, women don't let you shave your eyebrows, it's amazing that you can have this talent." The emperor admired Song Qingyi very much, and even more appreciated her talent.

Many talented and beautiful people present were also overwhelmed by Song Qingyi's talent, and those who did not team up with Song Qingyi before regretted it very much.

"Three days later, the royal family will hold a banquet, also to celebrate your performance in this poetry club. When the time comes, I will send a carriage to pick you up, but you will be alone. The emperor looked at Song Qingyi appreciatively.

Although Song Qingyi was only allowed to go alone, it was a good opportunity to have the opportunity to enter the palace and contact the emperor.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Song Qingyi hurriedly thanked him.

The poetry meeting also ended in Song Qingyi's poem, and Song Qingyi became a hotly discussed figure among talented and beautiful women, and it was more of a praise.

The emperor even asked Song Qingyi's poems to be framed and hung at the door of the poetry meeting for all talented and beautiful people to appreciate, many people wanted to get acquainted with Song Qingyi, and Song Qingyi had to be perfunctory.

"I didn't expect you to have such talent." On the way back to the inn, Meng Yu praised Song Qingyi.

Even Xiao, who has always been silent, praised one or two: "It's really underestimated." ”

And Wei Xuehan was not surprised that Song Qingyi was able to write such good poems, and even couldn't help but ridicule Song Qingyi: "Yes, our Song Shixian is naturally talented, I wouldn't have written such soft poems if I knew this." ”

Although Song Qingyi's poems stand out from the crowd, Wei Xuehan's "Untitled" has won the recognition of everyone.

After all, there is nothing bad about the verses that have been handed down for thousands of years.

"The title of Shixian is not bad." I don't know what Wei Xuehan is talking about, but I think this title is very good.

Song Qingyi, who understood, couldn't help but roll Wei Xuehan's eyes.

"Now I can enter the palace smoothly, but how to get the key still needs to take my time." Winning the jackpot is only the first step, and the most important thing is to enter the palace and get the key.

"You're going to a banquet in three days, you must know that the palace is no better than outside, the most important thing is etiquette, you can learn etiquette in the inn these days." Thinking of the danger in the palace, Wei Xuehan hurriedly reminded.

Even Song Qingyi didn't want to learn, but was tied up in the inn by Wei Xuehan, Song Qingyi had to study. I feel back pain and leg cramps when I practice every day, but Wei Xuehan still doesn't let go of Song Qingyi.

"You must know that practicing these etiquettes well now is better than losing your life." These are Wei Xuehan's exact words.

In the past two days, Wei Xuehan has been training Song Qingyi desperately, and even Meng Yu is helpless watching from the side, and finally practiced when the banquet is about to arrive.