"Zhang Yuanzhi? Do you know Zhang Yuanzhi?? The emperor looked at Ye Qiqi with a surprised expression and asked.

"Uh...... This ......" Ye Qiqi was stunned for a moment, looked at the emperor's shocked expression, and said in his heart, not good, could it be that Grandpa Yuanzhi is a very famous person, otherwise why did His Majesty's tone sound so excited?

She was now in place, looking at the emperor sitting in the main hall, hesitated for a moment, then shook her head and said, "I...... I don't know him......"

"You don't know him? Didn't you just call him grandpa? The emperor looked at her with some confusion and asked.

"I can't say I don't know each other......" Ye Qiqi's voice stammered towards the emperor: "He...... Isn't he very good at writing poetry, I ...... That, I've read his poetry collection, uh...... So, when I was reading his poetry collection, I asked my father, who he said, my father said, he was Zhang Yuanzhi's grandfather. ”

"Oh...... It turned out that this ......" The emperor couldn't help but be a little disappointed when he heard her words.

It turned out that when this little girl was reading a book, she saw Shisheng's poems, and then went to ask Ye Chengxiang, when Ye Chengxiang introduced Shisheng's predecessors, in terms of generation, he could indeed be Ye Qiqi's grandfather.

It's a pity, it's a pity, I heard that the poet Zhang Yuanzhi has faded out of the rivers and lakes for a long time, and now his poems can be said to be extremely difficult to find.

If this little girl really knew Zhang Yuanzhi, maybe she could still get a good work.

But......

The emperor looked at Ye Qiqi, who was standing in the main hall with a delicate face, and showed a kind smile at her and asked, "Little girl, do you like to read?" ”

"Me?" Ye Qiqi stretched out his finger and pointed to his nose, then shook his head again and again: "I don't like to read, but my grandfather ...... Ahem, my dad has to force me to watch it, but I actually prefer to go out and play. ”

"Uh-huh." After listening to her answer, the emperor couldn't help laughing, he turned his head to the queen mother sitting next to him and smiled and said, "Sure enough, it's still a child." ”

"Yes." After listening to Ye Qiqi's answer, the Queen Mother also kept covering the corners of her mouth with her sleeves and smiling.

Even those masters couldn't help but smile and shake their heads after hearing Ye Qiqi's straightforward answer.

Mo Hanqing's dark and deep eyes fell on Ye Qiqi's body, with a touch of tenderness in his eyes.

It turned out that Ye Qiqi, whom he liked, was not only powerful in martial arts, but also so good at writing.

"It's good, it's good." The emperor couldn't stop nodding, he was talking very well, and he didn't know if he was talking about these girls who came to participate in the selection of concubines, or if he was talking about Ye Qiqi.

After the first round of poetry passed, eight people were directly eliminated.

Of the twenty-three, only fifteen remained.

The eight people who were eliminated were directly taken out of the palace under the guidance of the inner supervisor.

After Gonggong Su waited for all those people to leave, he stood on a high place and continued to announce: "In the second round of the competition, the girls take a look at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of them, and please draw an ink painting with the theme of 'dream'." Time for a stick of incense. ”

After Gonggong Su announced the topic of this competition, the girls were stunned one by one.

Dream?

Ink painting?

What does it mean that they want to draw their dreams, or do they want them to paint them as beautiful as dreams?

This title is too illusory.