The queen looked at the noble ladies in the garden, nodded to Concubine He beside her, and then said with a smile, "Everyone came here today for the poetry meeting, so you don't have to be restrained."

There is a way to be the first in martial arts, and there is no second in literature, let's see who is the leader today. ”

Don't think that only men are interested in these names, most of the women present heard the queen say this, their eyes lit up, and the noble ladies who came to see the poetry club were not low, but who didn't want the title of the first talented woman in the capital.

Especially for those unmarried noblewomen, the queen has just said that she will decide the first name of the poetry club today, if they have this name, there will be many benefits in all aspects, especially in marriage.

At this moment, they don't care about the meaning behind this poetry meeting, what they care about is the name of the poetry meeting.

The nobles who sat down all subconsciously looked at people other than themselves, they would also hold poetry meetings on weekdays, and the best one to write poetry was Zhang Tongyin from Zhang Ge's hometown, but unfortunately she didn't come today, it seems that their opportunity has come.

"How long will it take?" Sining dozed off.

Si Yunting on the side looked at her, "What?" Anxious and want to show your hand? ”

Si Ning glanced at her angrily, "Joke with me, it's not that you don't know that I've never been good at this, and I'm not interested in the number one talented girl in the capital."

This poem will start early or end early, it's so boring to sit here all the time. ”

The first talented woman in the capital reminded her of Song Yanqing, since the Jiang Ming case, Song Yuandao was killed, she was sentenced to exile, and she didn't know anything about the future.

"Now that it's autumn, everyone is writing a poem with the title of "Autumn".

After the queen finished speaking, a group of palace maids held trays and placed the four treasures of the study in front of everyone, each of them with three pieces of paper, and each piece of paper had a serial number written on it, which just corresponded to their seats.

"Autumn?" Si Ning frowned and picked up the brush, groaning and thinking, she remembered that she had written a poem about autumn before, what was it? I can't remember it.

Si Ning hadn't come up with it yet, but someone at the other table had already started to write.

For a while, only the rustling of brushes could be heard in the courtyard.

Suddenly, Si Ning's eyes lit up, and she remembered, she picked up a pen and wrote:

The cold color is clear and there is smoke, and the quiet sound is far away.

Long to the pillow to hold feelings, do not make people sad to sleep in the middle of the night.

Si Yunting, who had already stopped writing on the side, was surprised when she saw what she wrote, and it could also be said that she was shocked, A-Ning actually knew how to write poetry, and it was not bad, "What is the name of this poem?" ”

"Autumn Springs!" Si Ning put down the brush and said with a smile, "How is it?" Not bad, right? ”

"Yes, indeed." Si Yunting squinted at Si Ning, "Okay, tell me honestly, when did you secretly learn to write poems behind my back?" ”

"I'll see what you write." Sining changed the subject.

"Autumn Night"

The jade shadow is dustless, and the goose shadow comes. Surrounded by desolation, chaos and mourning. The first dream of a cool peep bead foil.

The pressure pillow can't fly away from sorrow, and the west wind is suspicious of chrysanthemums. I can see the autumn moon full of Taiwan. ”

Although Si Ning can't write, he will still have the ability to appreciate, "You write this poem well, maybe you can get the first." ”

Hearing Si Ning's blunt praise, Si Yunting was a little embarrassed, "How can it be as good as you say, it's just clumsy." ”

Si Ning heard her say this, "It's not interesting for you to say this, if you are clumsy, what am I." ”

Si Ning rarely participated in poetry meetings before, but she knew that Yun Ting's poems were well written, but she didn't expect them to be so good.

Si Ning wanted to say something more, but the palace maids had already begun to collect the works on the table, and after a delay, Si Ning forgot what he wanted to say just now.

"The second poem is titled "Moon", let's answer."

"Month?"

I don't know how many poets have written poems about the moon throughout the ages, and this is not a difficult subject.

Si Ning still remembers that when she began to learn to write ancient poems, she started with the four themes of "Wind", "Flower", "Snow" and "Moon", and it was not a problem for her to use the moon as the theme.

With the answer in his heart, the pen is like a god, and Si Ning writes calmly:

Mid-Autumn Night

The cold sky on the round soul is the same all over the world.

Knowing thousands of miles away, there is no rain and wind.

At the moment, I think she must not be able to do it, but it is still very simple to take out the poems she has done before.

After the second ancient poem was collected, there was only a piece of paper left in everyone's hands, and everyone knew that the next one was the last one.

The queen did not give the title directly like the previous two times, but looked at Concubine He on the side, "Concubine He, the title of this last poem is up to you." ”

"Yes, Empress Xie."

This play was obviously arranged in advance by the queen and Concubine He, and after Concubine He responded, she said with a smile, "The flowers in the garden today are not as delicate as yours, so let's take "Flowers" as the title." ”

"Flowers." Si Ning suddenly felt that he was very lucky, and he was out of the capital, which was not good.

"Spring in the Idle Courtyard"

The idle windows of the small courtyard are deep in spring, and the heavy curtains are not rolled deeply.

Leaning on the building and being speechless, Yaoqin is far away, and the mountain is urging the twilight.

The light wind and rain make it light and cloudy, and the pear blossoms can't help it.

After Si Ning finished writing, she put down the brush, hugged her chest and admired her poems, and then couldn't help but shake her head left and right, the writing was good, the writing was so good, she really couldn't believe that she actually wrote it herself.

"A-Ning, this poem ......" Si Yunting looked at Si Ning with some hesitation, these poems were really made by A-Ning?

Si Yunting admitted that she did find it a little hard to believe that these three poems were written by A-Ning herself, after all, she had seen the difficult appearance of her previous poems.

"How? Not bad, right? Si Ning raised his eyebrows and looked at Si Yunting playfully, "You have not seen you for three days, and you should be impressed, how about it, it's amazing!" ”

Don't look at how easy it is for her to write these three poems, she didn't scratch her heart and scratch her liver when she did it, these three poems, each of them is the result of her countless changes and polishing.

The third piece of paper was accepted, and the four treasures of the study room on the table were also removed by the palace maids and replaced with delicate snacks and tea.

"The poems are all done, and the next thing is to wait for the results, during which everyone can talk and enjoy the snacks on the table." The person who spoke was the personal palace maid next to the queen.

Seeing that the queen and Concubine He were not in their original positions, nor were they in the courtyard, he could guess that they might be the first to comment on this poetry meeting.

"It's not that this poetry meeting is for Chu Huailan to find Concubine Zheng, why didn't I see any action from Concubine He?" Si Ning looked at the two empty seats suspiciously, could it be that they wanted him to marry the first talented woman in the capital?

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The ancient poems used in this chapter are all from Du Niang, don't correct it~

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