"Sister, you should be with Miss Mo and the prince." Tan Xixuan smiled and spoke, she thought that maybe Jiao Yuzhen attached great importance to their newly-met friends, but it was really not worth offending Mo Yuyun and Jimo Zize for this, so she was willing to give up Jiao Yuzhen's company with Geng Jinghe, after all, the so-called friends are not people who can think about each other?

"Sister, Yu Zhen promised you just now, how can you break your word?" Jiao Yuzhen blinked a pair of beautiful apricot eyes, innocent.

Mo Yuyun's face was a little unbearable, she snorted lightly, and felt in her heart that this Miss Jiao San, Jiao Yuzhen, was a person who didn't know the times, so she didn't want to contact her anymore, she grabbed Jimo Zize's arm and was about to leave.

That is, Mo Zize frowned without leaving a trace, but his displeasure was not because of Jiao Yuzhen's choice, but because of Mo Yuyun's indecency, he was actually a picky person, if it weren't for Mo Yuyun, he would still have enough use value......

Putting away his thoughts, Mo Zize looked at Jiao Yuzhen and showed a smile: "Okay, you can go over by yourself." Enjoy this poetry banquet, this king is looking forward to your performance, Miss Jiao San. ”

Seeing Jimo Zize and Mo Yuyun walking away, Geng Jinghe hugged Jiao Yuzhen's neck: "My sister is so good, I will definitely leave me alone if my own sister encounters such a situation, but you are still thinking about us, you are so good, woo woo ......"

"Sister Jinghe." Tan Xixuan patted Geng Jinghe's shoulder with some tears and laughter, telling her to calm down, and then looked at Jiao Yuzhen, "Sister Yuzhen, you just made a move, it was really risky, but my sisters have all received your heart." Although we are not as good as the Mo family, we can finally occupy a place here, and no matter what happens in the future, the sisters will definitely stand on the side of the younger sister. ”

"Sister, thank you, sisters." Regardless of whether Tan Xixuan and Geng Jinghe are sincere or not, Jiao Yuzhen is happy to see it, after all, compared to Mo Yuyun, Tan Xixuan and Geng Jinghe are better companions.

"Come, let's hurry over." Geng Jinghe was an anxious man, and after holding back his tears, he pulled Tan Xixuan and Jiao Yuzhen to Yichun Garden.

Yichun Garden is a larger courtyard of the county lord's mansion, although it is winter, however, the red plum blossoms in the garden add a little vitality, many famous ladies and romantic talents gather here to talk and laugh in twos and threes, this is a place to meet friends with literature, so the defense of men and women is also a lot less, these people are like being liberated from constraints, the ladies who dare not talk to men on weekdays are here with red faces and talk to the talented man who has long been their favorite, and even the lady who led the girl over will not stop her daughter, So this scene fell in Jiao Yuzhen's eyes and couldn't help but sigh, this ...... It's clearly a blind date conference!

"Sister Yuzhen and Sister Jinghe are both here for the first time. I'll tell you about the rules of this poetry feast. Tan Xixuan said softly, "After the poetry banquet begins, the county lord of Wenyu will come up with three questions, and each correct answer to a question can get a treasure rewarded by the county lord, if the person who can answer the three questions correctly can enter the palace with the county lord at the end of the month to participate in the year-end palace banquet in the palace, Huang Zhaoyi, who was favored by the emperor three years ago, is a talented woman who stands out from this poetry banquet." There are many ladies who prefer the poetry banquet of the county lord of Wenyu to participate in the ordinary draft to enter the palace but rarely see the emperor. And those talented and idle nobles also hope to enter the palace through poetry banquets, if they are appreciated by the emperor, regardless of their birth, they can be officials, and they are exempted from the imperial examination, which is simply a great shortcut. ”

Jiao Yuzhen nodded lightly, this Wenyu county lord said that he loves poetry and literature, but in fact, he helped the emperor select beauties and talents, which can be regarded as a good thing for exceptional admission, after all, officialdom and harem are also a place to fight for fathers and aunts, in the 5,000-year history of China, how many favorite concubines and ministers are inextricably related to the royal family, how many people can be born from a cold family and have to be reused?

"Thank you for joining us today." The county lord of Wenyu stood on a stone platform that obviously existed for a long time accompanied by two maids, and the stone platform was also covered with red cloth, which was obviously the stage of this poetry banquet, "I think you have been looking forward to it for a long time, so the county lord will not say much, just ask the question, as long as you think of the person can go directly to the stage, the four treasures of the study have been prepared, when you write and submit, the county lord and the scholar of Qi will carefully review it on the side, and then select the best talented woman and a talented man." So the first question...... The theme is "Lotus Leakage" and "End of Year". ”

Hearing the title of the county lord of Wenyu, Jiao Yuzhen frowned slightly, thinking that the poetry banquet of the county lord of Wenyu must be out of flowers, grass as the theme, she can recite several poems casually, there are so many poems in China for five thousand years, and all that can be handed down are peerless famous sentences, and a casual song can overwhelm the crowd, but this is really a bit out of the way with the title of "Lotus Drain" and "End of the Year", Lotus Drain is an ancient timer, and now it is just the end of the year, so this question should be titled "The end of the year".

"The little woman Mo Yuyun is ugly." Mo Yuyun first walked up to the stone platform, bowed in the direction where the county lord of Wenyu was seated and a snow-white old man with white hair beside the county lord of Wenyu, Qi Yuange, and then walked to the desk and wrote a poem, and when he wrote, he still chanted out of his mouth, "The remnant dream is still close to the local sound, and the cold night is lonely and the moon shines." The white horse passed through the gap in an instant, when will the blue bird return through the clouds? Pengshan is ethereal and has no way back, who does he know if he hates the sea? Fang wants to have the ability to eliminate homesickness, but the bell of the New Year is urging. ”

After Mo Yuyun finished writing, a maid presented the poem to the county lord of Wenyu, the county lord of Wenyu nodded lightly, Mo Yuyun is a frequent guest of her poetry banquet, the poem is very good, but this word still has a feeling of being unstretched but so ambitious, so she just looked at it, and handed it to Qi Yuange beside her with some regret, and then looked at Mo Yuyun on the stage: "Miss Mo's poems are good, is there anyone else who wants to come on stage?" ”

Seeing that the county lord of Wenyu still didn't seem to buy it, Mo Yuyun stepped down a little depressed and stood back beside Jimo Zize: "Lord Wang, no one will write to me well." ”

"Yun'er, don't worry, let this king take a look again." That is, while Mo Zize comforted this Mo Yuyun, he looked at the men and women who came to the stage one after another on the stone platform, although there were many people who went up, there was indeed no one who did better than Mo Yuyun.

After seven or eight people went up one after another, there was Jiao Youhan's figure, she came to the stage, and then bowed to the county lord of Wenyu and Qi Yuange Yingying, and her voice was as delicate as the wind blowing willows: "Little girl Jiao Youhan, you are ugly." ”

Jiao Youhan wrote a poem on the desk, and after writing it, he held it up to the people in the audience: "The screen window accumulates interesting products leisurely, and the reward and singing come and go for another year." Bold and graceful, even rhyme, pearls and beautiful jade poems. The south and the north of the world flowed away, drunk and sang softly and weaved dreams. The orchestral sound of Xiao Se is graceful, and the soulful wisps of clouds surround the sky. ”

"Good!" There were many talented people in the audience who had long admired Jiao Youhan and shouted loudly, and then they were led by a burst of warm applause.

Jiao Youhan on the stage bowed his head slightly shyly, and then handed the poem in his hand to the maid beside him.

If it's just poetry, obviously Mo Yuyun, who was the first to come to the stage, is currently the best, but that word is really difficult to get into the elegant hall, maybe because he really didn't work hard, but Jiao Youhan's poems are more windy and snowy, but the font is graceful and beautiful, and it has the feeling of hairpins, and even Jiao Yuzhen in the audience likes it a little. Lord Wenyu and the others obviously chose the person with the highest comprehensive score, so Jiao Youhan may be faintly higher than Mo Yuyun.

As soon as Jiao Youhan stepped down, a young man wearing a bamboo green robe walked up to the stone platform, and then waved at everyone: "Under Du Chenghuan, it's ugly." ”

"Du Chenghuan?" Jiao Yuzhen turned his face sideways and asked Tan Xixuan in a low voice, "Who is that?" ”

Tan Xixuan shook her head lightly: "This person hasn't heard of it." Most of the people who went up just now were wealthy sons, maybe they were students from poor families. ”

"Hehan has a long history, and Sanyang Jiaotai has a new chapter. Looking for plum and jade rabbits to run to the cold moon, go to sea and explore the warm frontier with golden dragons. Cover the roll and pick up the lamp to participate in the Zen edge, and hold the rod to sell wine and fish Jiangxiang. Qingshan walks all over the people, and the rivers and lakes are not old! ”

"Good poetry." Jiao Yuzhen said almost instinctively, "This should be the best one in the men's group, and the font is also vigorous and powerful, good words and good poems." ”

"Men's Division?" Geng Jinghe looked at Jiao Yuzhen strangely, "What's that?" ”

"It's nothing, don't you sisters go up?" Jiao Yuzhen shook his head and lightly moved away from the topic.

"I won't go, the people who went up just now are all powerful characters, don't be ashamed of my little skills." Geng Jinghe stuck out her tongue, she was born in a military attache family, so naturally it is impossible to compare her poetry attainments with those famous ladies.

"I'm not going either." The girls are all thin-skinned, and so are the literati, so Tan Xixuan also shook her head knowingly.

"Sister, you might as well go up. Seeing that no one is up now, the first question may be about to end. Geng Jinghe looked at the stone platform and spoke softly.

"Okay." Jiao Yuzhen nodded, then walked over and went up to the stone platform, and also saluted the stage like his predecessors, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Du Chenghuan and Jimo Zize who showed a weird smile to her, so she also returned a confident smile, and then saluted to the county lord of Wenyu and Qi Yuange, "Little woman Jiao Yuzhen, you are ugly." ”

The three words "Jiao Yuzhen" came out, and the audience was in an uproar, because everyone in the audience had heard of the reputation of Jiao Yuzhen, the third lady of Jiao Fu, but today I saw this woman so beautiful, and I have not been associated with the rumored Jiao Yuzhen, the third Miss Jiao Yuzhen, but Jiao Yuzhen came to the stage, but the people in the audience couldn't help but talk about it.

Jiao Yuzhen didn't bother to care about those people, she just wanted those people to despise her more, only in this way, these people would be fiercely impressed later!

Jiao Yuzhen walked to the desk, picked up a pen to write, and said when he wrote: "A year of lotus drainage, Bijing Tusu sinks frozen wine." Xiaohan is still deceiving, and the spring is slender and comes to the willow first. The beauty re-advises thousands of longevity, cypress leaves and pepper flowers are fragrant and cui sleeves. I don't know each other well in the depths of the drunken country, and I only have the same old relationship with Dongjun. ”

Jiao Yuzhen was afraid that the people below would not be able to see her words clearly, so she wrote willow font in a regular manner, and her words have always been fake and true in front of those antique calligraphy and painting masters, so naturally the people in the audience were so surprised that they couldn't speak. After she handed the poem in her hand to the maid, she could see Mo Yuyun's surprised expression when she looked back, that is, Mo Zize's still weird smile, and her second sister Jiao Youhan's pale face, sure enough...... It's a delight.