A bell rang on the tall building, reaching every corner of the building, and the first poetry banquet was about to begin.

After twelve bells, the feast began. Both of them didn't bother to listen to Hua Sheng's chirping about their love history, and went straight over.

The plane of the whole Shenglou garden is slightly rectangular, and a spring of living water is drawn from the northwest corner to cross the east and west of the garden, which is specially dug for the princess in the previous dynasty.

The big pond in the east is named "Dingkun Pond", and a high mountain stone is piled up in the center of the pond according to the imitation of Huashan Mountain, and a stream of waterfall water is poured into the pond on the top of the high mountain.

The poetry banquet was held next to the Dingkun Pond.

The twelfth bell fell slowly, and Xue Fuyun and Pei Cangwu and Hua Sheng had already arrived at Dingkun Pool.

I saw that there were thirty-six horizontal wooden tables set up on the poetry banquet table, and there was the best rice paper on it, and there were various styles of wolf pen on the pen holder, and the pen washing and ink were readily available.

Nearby is the high-rise building named after Sheng Lou, the curtains have been drawn on the second floor, and a few figures are faintly seen walking around, Xue Fuyun must have a very important person in it.

Seeing this, Pei Cangwu said: "Sitting inside is the current Holy Queen Mother, the Queen Mother of Shengde." I think it's also this old man is bored, every year the grand building banquet likes to follow the lively line, the best poetry banquet, these poems are written, together by the palace female officials sent upstairs, by the queen to judge the poems which is good or bad. ”

Xue Fuyun saw the gray-clothed female officer sitting on the high platform, and looked at the people below with a smile, while paying attention to the situation on the second floor. The gray-clothed female official summoned the master of the poetry banquet and whispered words.

"The person who came out on top in this scene will have a terrible reputation, and your sister Xue Lingji's reputation as the crown of Jinghua is judged by the Queen Mother."

Xue Fuyun nodded, and asked again, "Are you going up?" ”

"Don't go," Pei Cangwu shook his head: "The Marquis of Dingbei wants to bow his head in front of the emperor, and I can't go out and be in the limelight." ”

Understood, if Pei Cangwu was too good, the emperor would be dissatisfied with the stupidity of the heir he gave birth to, so he would bring disaster on him.

It's probably like a concubine in a high-ranking family, no matter how smart she is, she must not be higher than her concubine. Obviously, the Qin clan and Xue Lingji did not have this awareness.

The children of the nobles who wanted to win the first prize in the poetry banquet stepped forward to occupy a table, and decided the topic according to the jade lottery drawn by the host of the poetry banquet.

Xue Lingji looked at the thirty-six high-ranking children on the high platform, and Xue Lingji was also impressively listed.

It's no wonder that this is Xue Lingji's specialty, and the more he wants to be the first person to taste poetry and literature after the Queen Mother, the more he wants to take the lead in the familiar field.

Eyes moved to the side, Xue Fuyun was stunned for a moment, and then fell back, who was the person standing next to Xue Lingji, who was not Shen Ci?

Xue Fuyun looked at the two slowly, even in this scene, Shen Ci dared to walk to Xue Lingji's table in front of Xue Xiang, talk in a low voice, and borrow a pen

She went to look at Xue Xiang, talked to people, and didn't look at the stage, no wonder Shen Ci was so bold, borrowed the pen and didn't leave, the two didn't know what to say, which made Xue Lingji smile shyly, and Shen Ci blocked Xue Lingji in front of Xue Lingji with his back.

There was a little chaos on the stage of thirty-six people, and the two of them were not eye-catching inside.

Taking advantage of this chaos, Shen Ci took the opportunity to sneak the back of Xue Lingji's hand and squeezed it tightly, this feeling of stealing incense under other people's noses was very exciting, especially in front of Xue Lingji's father who did not allow this marriage, Shen Ci said softly: "Let's go down later, wait for me on the back of Dingkun Pool." ”

Xue Fuyun couldn't hear what they were saying, but from her angle, she could see Shen Ci rubbing the back of Xue Lingji's hand. She immediately looked away, these two can really disgust people, it's really eyeless!

The dripping sound sounded, and the host of the poetry banquet rang the small bell and announced loudly: "The poetry banquet begins." ”