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Chapter 185 Please

The purpose of coming here is no different from others, they are all to hold Princess Yushu's thigh tightly.

However, in addition to hugging her tightly, she also pursues a better angle, a more suitable posture, and a slightly more decent hug.

Right now, it's definitely not a good opportunity.

Facing the enthusiastic male peacock, the maid smiled slightly and bowed: "Princess Yushu suddenly felt unwell and is resting upstairs temporarily. She asked me to apologize to you all."

"Don't be sorry, don't be sorry, the princess's body is important."

"I have a dose of ancestral medicine here, and I am willing to dedicate it to the princess."

The maid smiled and said: "Today is a grand event. We are at Mingyue Villa. We will use the bright moon as the theme and ask all talented people to compose a poem."

As she spoke, the maid clapped her hands, and another maid came over holding a tray with a golden handle on it.

"Whoever writes a good poem will be given this gold as a gift by the princess."

Everyone opened their eyes wide and straightened their chests subconsciously.Taking the bright moon as the title and not restricting the rhyme, this is not a difficult test question, which shows that everyone has a chance.

Princess Yushu raised the topic in this way, which means that she does not want to offend anyone and wants to have a good relationship with everyone.

And if anyone can get this golden Ruyi, it means that he has hugged the princess's thigh tightly. If he does not get the honor in this imperial examination, the princess may not agree.

Everyone cheered up and racked their brains to think of how to make a splash.

And some people had already prepared it before setting off. This Mingyue was not too far-fetched. Everyone had one or two poems hidden in their book bags. At this time, they secretly thought that they had made the right bet and couldn't wait to take it out.

Dong Zhao said: "Brother Li, if you are talented in poetry, why not write a poem about it, maybe it will attract the attention of Princess Yushu?"

Yang Liang looked at him standing upright and said, "Brother Dong, don't you think it's inappropriate now?"

"Oh, this is a big difference. I just came forward and it was ugly and despicable. Now when the princess comes up with an exam question, we respond with poetry. This is the duty of scholars."

Ok.

Yang Liangliang secretly thought, anyway, when a scholar opens his mouth, you can tell both the pros and cons.

"Brother Dong has a wonderful work. Let me bring it out now so that I can open my eyes."

Dong Zhao shook his head: "There have always been more poems about the moon, but they are also the most difficult to write. If you want to come out on top, it will be even more difficult.

Now, I haven't thought of a poem that can surpass everyone. If you don't believe Brother Li, please look at it. What they can come up with is just mediocre. "

Yang Liang nodded. He was also racking his brains to think about it, but it was too difficult to solve the problem, fit in with the rules of this life, and show off to others.

Mingyue Villa pulled out a piece of white cloth, which was pulled by several maids and held up by red leather lanterns to illuminate it.

Scholars kept coming forward, excitedly taking the pen, and splashing ink on the brocade silk inlaid with silver thread.

But all of them were criticized by Dong Zhao. Not to mention mediocre works, there were not many works that could barely be called qualified.

Yang Liang secretly lamented that self-knowledge is a good thing, but not everyone has it.

What a pity for the fine silk.

"Sir, sir, why don't you come forward and try?" Lu Yuanyuan said.

Yang Liang sighed: "It's a pity that although Mr. I have poetic talent, it is difficult for him to have a talent that can overwhelm everyone."

At this time, on the third floor of Zhaixing Tower, Princess Yushu quietly looked out. After a while, she shook her head and sighed: "It's a pity that the young man that my sister is optimistic about didn't even take action."

Cui Rou said: "The Northland is remote and it is normal to have no literary talent. It is a bit difficult for him to write poems."

"Maybe I should change the test questions with him."

At this time, a maid came up in small steps and read to Princess Yushu the poem written by the scholar downstairs.

Princess Yushu shook her head after hearing this: "The literary spirit of our Sheng Dynasty has declined so much that we can't even produce a good poem."

Cui Rou didn't speak at the side, but the answer emerged in her heart.

Wang Ba first usurped the throne and then launched a brutal and high-pressure purge of the scholars of the Dasheng Dynasty. Anyone who wanted to go to the previous dynasty would be killed, and all the nine tribes would be affected.

After 17 years of this, the courage of scholars has long been worn away.Since there is no courage, there is naturally no energy, and there are no good poems that can touch people's hearts.

At this time, she suddenly pointed downstairs and said, "That's Jinzhou Qiao Maocai. Judging from his confidence, he must have great works."

Princess Yushu looked downstairs and saw Qiao Maocai straightening his back, with a look of greatness on his face.

"Although I'm a little older, if I have poetic talent, that's fine." She told the maids around her to submit excellent works as soon as possible.

"Yes."

The maid agreed and left. Yu Shu and Cui Rou looked downstairs and saw Qiao Maocai rolling up his sleeves and splashing ink. There was a sense of romance between the movement and the stillness.

The little maid ran up all the way and handed over the poem written on the white paper.

Yu Shu and Cui Rou poked their heads over curiously at the same time. After just one glance, Yu Shu subconsciously covered his mouth and nose and said: "Get it away quickly, it stinks, you can't smell it."

She looked up at Cui Rou, who had almost the same expression on her face.

Cui Rou was a little disappointed but also a little amused: "Why did Qiao Caizi, who has millions of books in his belly, fall to this level?"

"What can we do? People always change." Yushu spread his hands and said, "That's all, let's go, sister, let's go down and see these idle poets and talents."

The two walked down the Star-Zhaing Tower side by side, with the maid holding a lantern leading the way.

After they walked out, everyone's eyes lit up and they felt radiant.

"See Princess Yushu."

"I'll pay my respects to Princess Yushu first."

Everyone bowed one after another, and some people subconsciously knelt down on the ground. Seeing that everyone else was standing and bowing, they blushed and were so embarrassed that they felt ashamed.

"Hurry up and get up. It's a great honor for me to invite all of you talented people for today's great gathering. In the future, I will rely on you to contribute to the court and write poems for the country."

Princess Yushu treated people like a spring breeze, and no one could fault her. Everyone felt as if they had drank honey, and it was sweet to their stomachs in one breath.Yang Liang held a glass of honey water in his hand and felt the warmth in his stomach. He looked at the woman next to Princess Yushu curiously and said, "Who is that?"

Dong Zhao's face was also glowing red now, and he said, "Is that Princess Cuirou?"

"Who is Princess Cuirou?" Yang Liang knew nothing about the situation in the court.

Dong Zhao smiled and said nothing.

Lu Yuanyuan, who was also holding Mi Shui next to her, said: "Sir, Princess Cuirou is the late emperor's sister. Back then, she was the first person to stand up to support the Holy Emperor's family."

"Silence!"

Dong Zhao's expression suddenly changed: "That's just a casual comment. You guys are really from the countryside."

After that, he turned around and left, as if he was afraid that others would see him standing with Yang Liang.

Yang Liang's expression was a little speechless, thinking that it was just a casual sentence, it was necessary.

He looked over and saw Princess Yushu commenting on the poems of those talented people.

She is a talented poet, and not all women in the palace may read.It's just that today's average level is really too low. She has to rack her brains to think about it. In fact, she is scratching her head even more than these talented poets.

Suddenly, Yang Liang noticed a man in gray clothes. He was mixed in the crowd and quietly approached Princess Yushu.

Yang Liang's hidden identity is an assassin. He feels that a certain smell on the other person's body attracts him.

However, he did not dare to make any judgment.

The security here is tight today, no one would be so stupid no matter how stupid they are.

Then this person is too amateurish.

But after all, he was somewhat curious, so he quietly followed the man in gray.

There were crowds of people around, and everyone wanted to take a second look at Princess Yushu.

"What are you trying to squeeze in? Are you qualified or not?"

At this time, the man in gray was already standing behind Princess Yushu.

Princess Yushu turned her back and commented on the poem on the white silk.

"This poem is elegant and refined. It is very different from Mr. Qiao's previous style. Especially this regular script, it is obvious that a lot of effort has been put into it."

Qiao Maocai raised his head. If he had a tail, it would have been wagging it eagerly.

At this time, the man in gray suddenly pulled out a sharp knife from behind and stabbed Yu Shu in the back.

"Bold!"

Before others could figure out what was going on, Yang Liang's thunderous shouts could already be heard in their ears.

The assassin didn't understand either. He subconsciously turned around and saw a big hand reaching towards him.

At this time, everyone suddenly came to their senses. Princess Yushu's face changed and she let out a scream.

The man in gray waved the knife in his hand, and everyone retreated.

Yang Liang stepped forward and kicked the knife out of his hand: "If you blind your dog's eyes, this is also the place for you to run wild."

The man in gray looked around, saw that the opportunity had passed, and immediately turned around and ran away.

"Where to go!" Yang Liang jumped out in one stride.

Princess Yushu subconsciously stretched out her hand and said: "Master, Master, don't chase me."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Liang had already disappeared into the night.

At this time, everyone in the courtyard came to their senses, and they immediately cared about Princess Yushu.

"Princess, are you alright?"

"Who on earth dares to attack the princess?"

"Who else could it be? It must be the eunuchs!"

Everyone suddenly realized that the eunuchs in the court were covering the sky with their hands, but Princess Yushu, as a weak woman, struggled to fight against them.

Everyone looked sad, and some subconsciously trembled in their palms, wishing they could kill all the eunuchs in the world.

At this time, a figure strode back and dropped the man on his shoulders to the ground with a bang.

"Your Highness, fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission and captured the thief."

Everyone around was shocked, brother, your legs and feet are too fast.

Princess Yushu's expression changed, she looked at the dying man in gray on the ground and said, "He, is he dead?"

"Knocked him unconscious, I captured him alive."

"Quickly," Princess Yushu said, "take him to the backyard and keep him under safe supervision."

Several servants who looked like wolves and tigers came forward, tied up the man in gray clothes, and took him back with three strokes.

At this time, Princess Yushu seemed to have calmed down. She looked Yang Liang up and down and said, "Who is this young master?"

Yang Liang clasped his hands in his fists: "I'm here, Li Qingyang, Pingzhou, to see Her Royal Highness the Princess."

"It turns out to be Mr. Li. I didn't seem to see your poem just now."

Yang Liang paused and said, "I haven't had time to write yet."

She picked up the ink pen, brought it to Yang Liang, and said, "Please."

(End of this chapter)