The main hall of Zhaoyang Hall is divided into opposites, men and women are seated in two rows, the male seat is headed by Liu Yifu, the son of the Song Dynasty, and the female seat is headed by Wang Meiren and goes to the back row in turn. In the middle of the main hall, there are two main seats on the left and right, needless to say, it is the position of the emperor Liu Yu and Mrs. Zhang. The seats of Huayan and Huashu were arranged after Xu Suhua. Zhu Biyu is ranked after the painted face.

Hua Yan followed the maid who led the way to his seat and sat down, and immediately poured a cup of tea from the table and drank it, only then did he recover a little from the fall he had just made.

After everyone was seated, Mrs. Zhang stood up with a smile and said, "Yo you deer singing, eating wild Qin." I have guests, drums and pianos. The drums and drums are harmonious and harmonious. I have a purpose to drink, with the heart of Yanle guests. Mrs. Zhang smiled and said to Liu Yu: "Your Majesty, now that the wine is up and the piano is on the side, a banquet could have been held." There's just one thing missing. If you have it, the feast will be even more fulfilling. ”

Liu Yu leaned out of the soft sleeper and asked, "What else is missing?" ”

"Poetry."

Liu Yu laughed when he heard it, "Yes, yes, Mrs. said very well, you can't have poetry without wine." It's just that where does the current poetry come from? ”

Mrs. Zhang turned to the people in the hall again, waved her sleeves, and said, "Now that the talented and beautiful people in Kyoto are gathered in my Zhaoyang Palace, is the emperor still afraid of no poetry?" ”

"What kind of moth did you come up with?" Hua Yan looked up at Mrs. Zhang and muttered to herself.

Liu Yu was even more impatient when he heard this, and he asked again, "What are the arrangements for Madame?" Let's get started, I can smell the wine from afar. ”

Mrs. Zhang covered her face with an embroidered scarf and smiled, leaned over and walked to the hall, she glanced at the male and female seats, and said slowly: "Let's play a new game today." The rules of the game are: poetry for wine. ”

"Poetry for wine? Does Mother mean that we should write a poem now in exchange for a glass of wine? Liu Yifu stood up with interest and asked.

Mrs. Zhang looked back and smiled, "Exactly." ”

Liu Yifu listened to it and became even more excited, "This game is good!" Then it's up to the mother to come up with the question! ”

Mrs. Zhang waved her hand to signal Liu Yifu to sit down first, and then turned to everyone and said, "Fu'er, what are you anxious about, you alone say yes, and everyone else hasn't expressed their position yet!" ”

The first to stand up was Liu Che'er, the third prince beside Liu Yifu, who bowed his hand and said respectfully, "Madame is gracious, and the sons and ministers will naturally follow." ”

Then everyone also followed Liu Che'er and stood up and agreed.

Seeing that the atmosphere was so lively, the emperor was overjoyed, "Okay, let these girls and boys compose poems, and I won't participate." ”

Mrs. Zhang smiled and walked back to the main seat and sat down. "Yes, the emperor just drinks and appreciates poetry. When the time comes, you will also have to evaluate a poet, one man, one woman, the middle poet, the emperor, you also need to be rewarded! ”

"Hahaha, okay, Madame said whatever she wanted, today's poetry for wine banquet won my favor. Madame was tired. Essay collection, my Fu'er can have the current achievements, it is completely the credit of Mrs. . Liu Yu called Mrs. Zhang to sit down beside him, patted Mrs. Zhang's hand gently, and said.

Mrs. Zhang leaned over respectfully and said, "The emperor has a good reputation, and it is all within the concubine's share. ”

When Huayan deliberately poured tea, he glanced sideways at Wang Meiren beside him, and sure enough, he saw that she had a bloodless face and a gloomy expression. She didn't make a sound, silently drinking the tea in her hand.

"Miss, can you still hold on?" Xin Qiao whispered into Hua Yan's ear and said.

Painting Yan beat his spirits, smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine." ”

"It's just that poetry alone isn't enough. It would be even better if you could see Xiao Gongzi's swordsmanship. Mrs. Zhang said with a smile again.

"Good, good, that's the best." No matter what Mrs. Zhang asked, Liu Yu agreed, and he couldn't wait to drink the wine.

Xiao Minglang got up and arched his hand, and replied lightly: "Obey." ”

Liu Yifu seemed to be waiting a little anxiously, he stood up again and said, "Since my father has also agreed, my mother should come up with the question!" ”

Mrs. Zhang nodded and gestured to the maids who had been waiting for a long time, and distributed the paper, pen and ink to the tables of everyone present. Then he said, "Ladies and gentlemen, the topics of poetry are infinite, as long as there are poems, no good or bad will be judged, they will be exchanged for wine." In the end, the emperor selected the poet, and those who won the poem had their own rewards. You can get started. ”

Hua Yan held the teacup in his hand, glanced at the white paper on the table, and smiled without commenting. looked around again, and saw that everyone was racking their brains to write, but Xiao Minglang was still indifferent. As if he had sensed it, he also looked up at the painted face.

Hua Yan quickly avoided his gaze, and looked away casually.

Although Wang Meiren tried her best to squeeze out a smile on her face, her dim and lost eyes couldn't hide her face.

Huayan knew that the emperor was just as fond of Wang Meiren, but as long as Mrs. Zhang was present, she was completely ignored by the emperor. Mrs. Zhang has a strong temperament, and she has also given her a lot of secret hardships in the past, even if the emperor knows, he just turns a blind eye.

It is said that the mother is more expensive than the child, and Wang Meiren's status in the palace is also very important for Liu Che'er to ascend the throne and become the emperor in the future, which cannot be ignored.

Originally, I didn't want to participate in the painting of poetry for wine, but then I suddenly became interested. She put the teacup down, picked up the pen, and pondered.

Xu Suhua, who sat behind the painting, was restless throughout the process. She was still feeling guilty about the fact that she had just pushed down Huayan, although she was also inexplicably pushed by an unknown person, and her body fell forward due to inertia, and she accidentally pushed Huayan, causing Huayan to roll off the bridge. She looked left and right, always looking for an opportunity to come forward and explain the reason to Huayan, but because of the power of the Son of Heaven, she didn't dare to move, so she could only bow her head and pretend to write.

After writing a poem, she put the pen down. She knew that her sister didn't like to read since she was a child, so it was difficult for her to write poems and essays. She didn't dare to move at will, so she could only care about the painting with her eyes.

She quickly wrote a poem, but she didn't submit it, throwing it in thought. "There is naturally no problem with my own writing, but if I make a rash move, I am afraid that it will attract unnecessary attention, so I should give the limelight to others." Hua Yan thought of this, but saw Zhu Biyu's eyes next to her constantly drifting to her paper, and she had a plan for a while. She quietly moved her article to Zhu Biyu's side, and pretended to be dissatisfied with the article, and crossed the pen on the paper at random, but did not completely cover up the handwriting.

Seeing this, Zhu Biyu quietly copied the poem of the painting face, she only thought about how to hand in a poem smoothly, and regardless of the future, she happily put down her pen and handed over her article to the eunuch who was collecting the volume.

The painting was missing, and he took a piece of paper and wrote it again, and handed it in the last one.

The eunuch respectfully placed the collected poems in front of Mrs. Zhang's table, bowed his head and retreated.

Mrs. Zhang took the article and began to read them one by one, and the smile on her face never dissipated.

Liu Yu couldn't wait anymore at this time, "Madam, I don't write poems, let me go to the bar first?" ”

Mrs. Zhang pursed her lips and smiled, and ordered the maid to serve wine. I saw that the wine jug presented by the maid was two or three times smaller than the ordinary wine jug.

Liu Yu seemed dissatisfied and said, "Why is it such a small pot?" ”

"Rare is expensive, this wine is so rich that most people get drunk before they can drink the second pot. Your Majesty, try it. Mrs. Zhang personally covered the wine and poured it for Liu Yu.

Liu Yu first sniffed it carefully, then took a sip with satisfaction, and laughed: "Hahaha, it's really good wine." Madame, read the poems quickly, and let them taste them too. ”

Mrs. Zhang said with a smile: "Yes, but don't wait, they all go to the bar, the concubine is just joking, everyone can eat and drink." ”

After giving the order, Mrs. Zhang looked at the poem in her hand again, suddenly took out one, stood up and handed it to the emperor: "Your Majesty, I like this poem very much, and the emperor also commented." ”

Liu Yu took the article absentmindedly, his eyes were reading, and he still kept putting a wine glass on his mouth. Suddenly, he smiled: "I also think it's good." ”

Mrs. Zhang smiled with satisfaction, took back the article, walked to the center of the hall elegantly, and said with a smile: "The female poet has been selected, and the peach blossom brew is the leader." After speaking, Mrs. Zhang looked around the women's seat again, her eyes fell on Huayan, and asked, "Who made this peach blossom brew, please show yourself?" ”

When Zhu Biyu heard this, her face was happy, she secretly glanced at the painting, and saw that she was still drinking tea by herself without moving, so she boldly stood up and bowed her head and said, "Mrs. Hui, it was made by the little girl." ”

Mrs. Zhang seemed to be stunned, and she asked again in disbelief: "Is the peach blossom brew made by Miss Zhu?" ”

Zhu Biyu didn't know why Mrs. Zhang asked again, her heart was weak, and her voice was much quieter: "Mrs. Hui...... Precisely. ”

Although Mrs. Zhang had some doubts, she immediately regained her original smile and said gently: "Miss Zhu is so literate, why don't you ask Miss Zhu to read the poem to everyone, so that others can also enjoy it." ”

"Huh?!" Zhu Biyu was completely panicked, and the sweat on her face was like rain, scraping out fine lines of her delicate heavy makeup. She had completely forgotten what kind of poem she had copied, and she wanted to speak but didn't know what to say, and her face was flushed with recollection.

Seeing Zhu Biyu's embarrassed appearance, Huayan couldn't help laughing, but she immediately blocked the expression on her face with a handkerchief.

Mrs. Zhang was still smiling and waiting for Zhu Biyu's answer, and her shrewd eyes soon discovered the secret in Zhu Biyu's heart.

Finally, Mrs. Zhang let go of Zhu Biyu and relieved her: "It's normal for a girl's family to be shy, so let me read it on Miss Zhu's behalf." ”

Zhu Biyu let out a long breath and sat down tremblingly, forgetting to give a salute.

Mrs. Zhang did not blame her for being rude, turned around again, looked around everyone, and read the poem with great meaning:

Peach blossom stuffing

Ancient peach blossoms fall into the city,

Who knows the flowers?

Righteousness is thin and cloudy, and the sky is full of grace,

Once frosty and red bones.

Flowers make wine taste longer,

Heaven and earth are still chanting the fragrance of the soul.

Meet only when the flowers fall,

But the wine is endless.

Liu Yifu suddenly stood up and said in surprise: "Good poetry, good poetry!" It is a good match for my mother's peach blossom wine! The jasper girl is really literate! ”

Zhu Biyu stood up flattered, and replied: "The prince has won the award...... She didn't know how to answer in the words of a literati, so she had to hurriedly say a few words, then sat down, and forgot to give a salute again.

Hua Yan watched this scene with satisfaction, smiling happily like a child winning a game, she leaned back in her seat lazily, and although she smiled, she was also suppressed so tightly that no one else could find it unless she looked closely.

Mrs. Zhang evaluated the poet before she finished reading it, and Huayan knew that this so-called commenting on the poem was just a means for Mrs. Zhang to curry favor with her, in order to win over her father in the future. How could she do what Mrs. Zhang wanted.

After a while, she felt that someone on the other side seemed to be watching her all the time, so she restrained her smile and raised her eyes to look casually, it turned out that she was discovered by Xiao Minglang again.

After reading the poem, Mrs. Zhang slowly walked back to her seat, smiled and continued to look at the next poem. When I saw the last page, my eyes suddenly widened, and then I burst out laughing.

Liu Yu was very curious and asked, "What is Madame laughing at?" ”

Mrs. Zhang smiled embarrassedly, but her eyes kept glued to the paper on the table.

Liu Yu took the paper to check it, and couldn't help laughing, he smiled at the painting and snorted, and said happily: "You are well-behaved, you said that you would exchange poetry for wine, but you really only wrote one poem!" If you don't know how to write poetry, you obediently sign your name. Are you clever but mistaken by cleverness? Hahaha......"

When everyone heard this, they all laughed.

Painting Yan pretended to be aggrieved, stood up and said worriedly: "The little girl heard that poetry can be exchanged for wine, so she copied a shortcut and asked the emperor and Mrs. to forgive her sins." ”

Liu Yu drank the wine, and his mood was extremely cheerful, he was not angry, but laughed a lot, and then sat him down.

In the end, the man's Shikui fell into the hands of Liu Yifu without any suspense, and Mrs. Zhang was inconvenient to comment and deliberately handed it over to the emperor to decide.

Xiao Minglang did not participate in the dispute between the poets, but danced the sword for wine according to what Mrs. Zhang said. How could Mrs. Zhang, Xiao Minglang's literary and military talent, not know that such an arrangement not only earned her reputation for her son Liu Yifu, but also avoided hurting Xiao Keqing's reputation, killing two birds with one stone.

Xiao Minglang let the drum music on the side beat the rhythm at will, and he swung his sword to follow, walking the sword freely, and his movements were light and fluent, which attracted the favored eyes of the ladies present.

The wine tasting and poetry conference finally ended smoothly as Mrs. Zhang planned.