366 poetry is unique

Empress Jia showed a satisfied look at this time, and was just about to continue talking.

Princess Xiangyang hurriedly interjected.

"Song Gongzi has only learned people, no wonder he can get into the eyes of Cousin Rong."

As soon as these words came out, Jia Hou immediately frowned.

Then he looked at his little girl, and his expression was a little puzzled.

This girl, can't you see that she, who is a mother, is thinking about her? At this time, what did Shen Rong do?

And Song Rui's face also stiffened.

But it was only a moment, and his expression returned to normal.

"The princess laughed. The eldest lady has a life-saving grace for the grass people, and introduced the grass people to the prime minister's mansion. The grass people are very grateful to her."

"The eldest lady is beautiful and beautiful, and there are rumors in the streets, the princess must not be taken seriously."

As soon as these words came out, Empress Jia's eyes lit up instantly.

And Princess Xiangyang was a little annoyed.

What does this man mean?

Seeing that the queen mother intended to recruit him as her son-in-law, she didn't even recognize the marriage contract with Cousin Rong?

She still thought he was unparalleled before, and his moral character was so inferior?

"So, Shen Gongzi doesn't have a sweetheart?" Jia Hou asked with a smile.

As soon as these words came out, everyone at the scene was shocked.

Even the emperor glanced sideways at his beloved wife.

Is it really good to ask so directly?

Empress Jia didn't take it seriously, but continued to look at Song Rui with a smile.

The more I looked, the more satisfied I became.

is such a good son, he should be matched with her family Xiangyang.

Song Que's face stiffened for a moment before he arched his hand at Jia Hou.

Then, under the disdainful gaze of Princess Xiangyang, she opened her mouth and said to Jia, "Grass people, there is a sweetheart."

Princess Xiangyang's face froze for a moment.

And Jia Hou, whose face was originally smiling, sank instantly.

Just as she couldn't help but want to ask who it was, Princess Xiangyang interjected again.

"A woman who can win the love of her son must be extraordinary."

Seeing that everyone looked at him, Xiang Yang was not embarrassed, but continued to say to Song Rui: "Childe's poetry is unparalleled, today's imperial garden is in full swing, why don't Childe compose a poem, how about this princess and her father and queen mother taste it together?"

As soon as these words came out, the emperor took the lead in breathing a sigh of relief.

After all, he was not at ease, and he was not ready to settle the little girl's family affairs so hastily.

Then, he glanced sideways at Jia Hou beside him.

At this time, the anger in Empress Jia's eyes had already dissipated a lot.

Because she couldn't tell the little girl's thoughts, she was not in a hurry to ask Song Rui about the situation now.

So, she also nodded along the water, saying that she wanted to see Song Rui's poetry.

Empress Jia's gaze swept around the Imperial Garden, and finally stopped at a brightly blooming peony not far away.

"Let's take this peony as the theme." Opening.

Everyone followed and looked at the peony, and then they all looked at Song Rui, with a look of expectation in their eyes.

Song Rui also looked at the peony flower, and his mind began to spin rapidly.

Immediately, he quickly bowed to Empress Jia and the emperor.

Then he got up and walked slowly towards the peony flower.

As he walked, he recited: "The peony demon in front of the court is unqualified, and the pond is pure and affectionate. Only the peony is true to the country, and the flowers move the capital when they bloom."

As Song Rui read out the poem, everyone's expressions kept changing. ….

Especially when they heard the last two sentences, "Only the peony is true to the country, and the capital moves when the flowers bloom", everyone's eyes lit up.

"Good! Good one' only the peony is true to the country, and the flowers bloom in Tokyo City! Well said!" After hearing this, Empress Jia even got up and applauded.

Among the flowers, her favorite is the peony.

The peony is graceful and luxurious, and it is the king of flowers.

Since ancient times, there have been many literati and writers who have sung peony, but only this Song Rui said it best.

Song Rui humbly bowed to Jia and did not answer.

"Song Gongzi is really a poet and unparalleled. I have Song Gongzi in Dajin, and the literary world can flourish!" Empress Jia looked at Song Rui, her eyes were full of appreciation.

"The mother praised it. Grass people, I dare not be ashamed." Song Rui answered.

"Hey, it's not a false compliment. With your poetic talent, you deserve the name of a poet!"

Song Rui was stunned.

Just wanted to reply, but Jia Hou had already diverted the topic.

A new topic was chosen, and Song Rui was asked to continue composing poetry.

Song Rui cooperated throughout the process and responded freely.

Every poem he wrote was new and of high quality, and after listening to it, Jia appreciated him more and more.

Even the emperor looked at him with more and more appreciation.

When the emperor saw his little girl again, he showed his admiration to Song Rui again, and unconsciously began to consider Empress Jia's previous plans.

Perhaps, the queen's idea was not hasty.

Such talents are indeed worthy of their family's sunshine.

Princess Xiangyang didn't know what his father and mother were thinking, and while listening to Song Rui's poems, she asked people to get pen and ink.

personally recorded all the poems written by Song Rui.

After she went back, she had to show Song Gongzi's poems to her master.

Let the master also appreciate the literary brilliance of their great Jin poetry immortals.

A tea banquet lasted an afternoon by accident.

Princess Xiangyang recorded a total of twelve poems.

Without exception, the capital is enough to amaze the world.

After the tea banquet, Princess Xiangyang couldn't wait to leave the palace and rushed back to the Xiaoyao Mansion.

Then he was excited, took the recorded poems, and went to Qin Xiaoyao.

At this time, Qin Xiaoyao was enjoying the cool in the courtyard, and when he saw his good disciple coming, he was still holding something in his hand, and he was a little curious.

Immediately, I heard about Song Rui's performance in the palace today from Princess Xiangyang, and I already had some guesses in my heart.

She is fair, and the article is really well done. In terms of poetry, there are also some attainments.

But compared with the great poets in her previous life, it is incomparable.

However, although it is difficult for him to make excellent works, he has heard her recite a lot of poems with him.

In order to show that she was a scholar in front of her father-in-law, she recited poems to him.

Even, let him make the question, and she would recite the relevant poems.

Thanks to the large amount of poems in her head, she can record a lot of good poems.

If he had memorized all those poems, he would probably not be much worse than her. For most topics, he should be able to find the corresponding poems to deal with.

Sure enough, after opening the paper brought back by Princess Xiangyang, Qin Xiaoyao saw familiar poems.

In the expectant eyes of Princess Xiangyang, she flipped through all the papers with poems written on them.

Qin Xiaoyao didn't show a surprised or surprised expression.

"If they're all good poems and words, Master?" Princess Xiangyang was obviously a little disappointed when she saw Qin Xiaoyao's reaction. But he still asked at Qin Xiaoyao.

"Hmm. It's all a masterpiece." Seeing this, Qin Xiaoyao could only deal with it.

Of course, they are all masterpieces, but the real authors of these masterpieces are not just her husbands.

Moreover, these poems were not written by one person......

Princess Xiangyang's reaction when she saw Qin Xiaoyao was still very flat, and she was a little disappointed in her heart.

Then I thought about it, her master was a military general, maybe she just didn't know the way of poetry, or she wasn't interested in poetry.

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