Wan'er is by Li Xian's side, and when the passion is dull, Li Xian is even more inseparable from her. Wan'er participated in the approval of the recital and the drafting of the decree as the imperial concubine, and said that Li Xian would set up a Xiuwen Museum to recruit poetry and literary talents from all over the world.

On the thirtieth day of the first month of this year, Li Xian took the ministers to Kunming Pool to enjoy the fun, in order to meet the occasion, but also to welcome the sacred heart, the ministers sang and poems more than 100 songs, when the interest was high, Li Xian ordered people to set up a color building in front of the tent, and someone proposed to let Wan'er board the color building to judge the poetry.

Li Xian was very proud, and of course he agreed immediately.

Wan'er climbed to the top of the Cailou step by step under the gaze and admiration of everyone, and the courtiers gathered below, eagerly waiting for Wan'er's comments.

It seems random, but it is actually attentive. Wan'er's wrist flipped and her eyes were shining, and if she was the slightest bit out of sight, she threw down the colorful building mercilessly, and did not look at the signature. I saw that the pieces of paper on the exquisite color building slowly fell down, like catkins, like snowflakes, and the ministers did not care about their manners, and bent down on the ground to find out if they had their own poems.

found the paper piece of frustration, and then ridiculed each other, although some people were not convinced, but did not dare to question it openly.

For about half an hour, there were only two notes left in Wan'er's hand, which meant that there were only two poems to choose from.

At this time, both the courtiers and the Son of Heaven were full of expectations for this selection.

And the power to decide is only in the hands of one person, and that is Wan'er, she is the real king here.

"Wan'er, who are left?" Li Xian couldn't wait to ask, but he still couldn't bear it.

Wan'er echoed: "Your Majesty, these two people are equal, and it is difficult for the concubine to make a choice for a while. ”

Li Xian smiled: "Oh? It's so tricky, it seems that they are all the best articles, and they must be excellent talents. ”

Wan'er opened her fingers a little at this time, and saw that the two poems were written by Song Zhiwen and Cui Xiang respectively.

Her brow furrowed slightly.

"These two poems themselves are really good, please listen to the first one." Wan'er's tone is businesslike.

"The Golden Pavilion makes new apricots, and Qiong feasts on Qimei.

The world does not know, and the sky suddenly opens first.

The butterfly wraps around the incense, and the bee pities the pink back.

This year's spring is early, and it should be urged by scissors. ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of cheers from the crowd, "Good poetry! What a poem! The meaning is beautiful! ”

"What about the other one?" Someone asked anxiously.

Wan'er said unhurriedly: "Don't worry, everyone, this one may be even more surprising." ”

"Spring is still on the forest garden, and the flowers are full of Luoyang City.

The mandarin ducks meditated at night, and Long Jingxiao was affectionate.

The memory of the dream is gone, and the soul is frightened.

Poor morning and twilight, upstairs is alone. ”

There was no outcry in the crowd, there was silence.

"Dare to ask Zhaorong Niangniang, who are these two poems from?" Someone finally broke the silence.

Wan'er met all kinds of eyes, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned: "Honglu Cheng Song Zhiwen and the military department squire Cui Xiang." ”

"It turned out to be the two of them, and they deserved it." There are many voices of discussion, but most of them show the same meaning, these two talents have indeed become famous.