Wangmen Xianfei

Chapter 90

"It's exactly what I want." Jun Wugong nodded in response.

The palace maid arranged the seats early and asked Jun Wugong and the others to sit down. At this time, the ashes of the incense had just been burnt out, and the Hundred Flowers Banquet would naturally be over.

Yan Hanyan first put a stack of rice paper in front of Jun Wugong who needed to write poems with chrysanthemums when entering the banquet, and said with a smile: "This is the result of writing poems with chrysanthemums as the theme when entering the banquet, the emperor will come in this order How do you look at the flowers?"

"Okay." Jun Wugong nodded, then handed a stack of rice paper to the maid behind him, and said, "Read."

"Yes." The maid began to read from the first picture: "Zhang Yulan..." She read the name first and then the poem, and saw that woman named Zhang Yulan stepped forward and stood in front of Jun Wugong and the others, and then Another lady-in-waiting took over the examination questions obtained by lottery and the verses made from the examination questions, and handed them over to the lady-in-waiting who recited the poems.

Following such rules, a noble lady slowly let him watch in front of Jun Wugong and the others.

Mu Qingli twitched her lips. This is really similar to Hualou's selection of oirans, but their status is different. If they are famous because of this, the people who choose them are naturally people with high status.

Seeing the disdain at the corner of her lips, Jun Rongjuan already understood what she was thinking, and the corners of her lips curled up.

As time passed, Jun Wugong and the others had left behind a few noble ladies who were expected to become the number one talented woman, and seeing the noble ladies who left their own exam questions in front of him, it was difficult to hide their excitement.

At this moment, the palace lady who was reading poems only had the last piece of rice paper left in her hand, but when she saw the name on it, she couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, and said slowly: "Mu Qingli... "

"Sister Qingli, it's your turn, it's your turn. After listening to their poems, I don't think they are half as good as yours. I must let them listen carefully to what makes a good poem!" Jun Feiyu urged in a low voice beside her.

Although her voice was lowered a lot, there were still many people who could hear her clearly, and everyone couldn't help looking at Mu Qingli who was sitting on the chair.It seems that as long as it is about her, it will always lead to different results.

Mu Qingli nodded helplessly to Jun Feiyu, then got up and walked slowly with her paper for writing poems from exam questions.Wherever they passed by, the women couldn't help but consciously get out of the way, looking at her with ghostly eyes.

As she walked, the lady-in-waiting also slowly read out her chrysanthemum-themed poem: "Light muscles and weak bones loose the delicate flowers, and the golden stamens are flooded with clouds. If you want to know, you are old trilliums. When the herbs are destroyed, you can't wait." Blooming"

Light muscles and weak bones are loose and secluded, and the golden stamens will flow into the clouds.If you want to know but old trillium, the flowers will bloom when the herbs are destroyed...

As this verse was slowly read out, everyone's gazes began to change as they met Mu Qingli walking slowly.She wrote this poem?Made with her idiot talent?

When writing this poem, only a dozen or so noble ladies around heard it. At this time, even Yan Hanyan didn't know that she had written such a poem. Looking at the faint smile on Mu Qingli's face, her eyes suddenly flashed. Too cold Sen.

Jun Wugong also clapped his hands twice after being startled, and smiled at Mu Qingli: "Xiao Li'er is really talented, and this poem is not something that ordinary people can compose in such a short period of time."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your compliment." Mu Qingli said politely, and handed the exam questions and rice paper to the court lady who came.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were more focused on the rice paper for the examination questions handed by the palace maid to the palace lady who recited poems. They could see clearly that they had slept leisurely since Mu Qingli got the examination questions, and didn't start writing until the last moment. With the previous good poem as a reference, what kind of lines would she compose in such a leisurely manner?

Facing the eyes of everyone, especially the sharp eyes of all the princes, the maid who read poetry almost didn't borrow the rice paper handed over by the maid, and almost tore the rice paper when she grabbed it hard. Pale, with a hoarse voice, he said repeatedly: "This servant deserves to die, this servant deserves to die, please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

"Read." Jun Wugong looked at her calmly, and spoke out a word peacefully.

"Yes!" The lady-in-waiting stood still and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, then looked at the hot potato in her hand, her eyes widened slightly, and she said dryly: "The test question is: To praise peony, lotus, chrysanthemum, plum As the title, the four flowers must be included."

As soon as the exam questions came out, the noble ladies were shocked and began to gloat. They finally understood why Mu Qingli was so relaxed when he saw the exam questions.This is completely hopeless, and I feel that it is too difficult, so I give up.I didn't write until the last moment, and just to cope.

Jun Wugong slightly turned his head to look at Yan Hanyan beside him, Yan Hanyan smiled at him slightly and elegantly, Jun Wugong looked away without saying anything.

The palace maid who recited the poem looked at the rice paper on which the poem was written, but this glance shocked her, and she couldn't help being silent for a moment, feeling that the recitation might attract another burst of attention.However, she had to read it, and after taking a deep breath, she read it clearly: "Flowers of plants and trees in water and land are so lovely."

As soon as the first sentence came out, although it was not delicate, it was not rough, but it made the noble ladies understand that their guess was wrong at first.

The palace lady's eyes were slightly deep, and she read it smoothly: "Xia Guoyiyang only loves chrysanthemums, and in ancient times, Empress Xiao loved plums very much. Come to Lanlou, everyone loves peonies."

"I love the lotus, which comes out of mud but not stained, clean and clear but not demonic, straight in the middle and straight in the outside, not vines or branches, fragrant far away but clear, pavilions and pavilions planted quietly, can be seen from a distance but not played with." She looked at her. He couldn't help but cast a glance at Crown Prince Jun Rongjue.

It's not just her, it can even be said that almost everyone who saw this poem savored it carefully, no matter whether it was savoring the superficial or the more profound, their eyes had all fallen on Jun Rongjue.

I love the lotus that emerges from the mud but is not stained, and is clean but not demonic...

Jun Rongzhen pursed his lips, and couldn't help being lost in thought. In his mind, Jun Rongjue's eyes at this time and the eyes when he was called the emperor brother for the first time were matched in his mind. The essence was clean and clear, as if he had seen through all the hypocrisy in this world. .

Coming out of the most turbid and muddy place in the world, the imperial palace is not stained with filth, and is clean but not demonic.

(End of this chapter)