From a son-in-law to a favorite of the empress

Chapter 204

Cai Ni and Guan Caixi obviously have a very good relationship, and it is not a short-term friendship, so when Guan Caixi got angry, she did not coax him, but teased him a few times.

Zhou Yuan was happy to be free, looking at the scenery and chatting with Mr. Xiong to kill time.

At noon, almost all the people who participated in the poetry meeting arrived. There was no large-scale dinner, but exquisite snacks and drinks were placed everywhere in the back garden, and everyone could take and eat as they pleased, which was more comfortable.

"Old Xiong, don't..."

Zhou Yuan quickly grabbed Xiong Kuohai and said in a low voice: "You are stupid. Others eat one by one, but you eat with a plate. It's so rude!"

Xiong Kuohai wiped his mouth and said nonchalantly: "What do you know? Most people don't eat these. It's a pure waste. What's wrong with me eating a little more? Besides, the food in King Jing's Mansion is really delicious. Here, you can try it too."

Zhou Yuan also took the plate and ate while looking forward, wondering: "It's so lively over there, what are they doing?"

"Writing poems."

Guan Caixi glanced at the plate in his hand and said lightly: "The new champion Tang Yichao is quite talented in poetry and has the ability to speak eloquently. Many scholars and A lady from a noble family would naturally be willing to follow him. "

"Unlike some people, who only know how to eat and even serve the plate."

Zhou Yuan rolled his eyes, handed the plate to Lao Xiong, and then said: "Then you must also admire Tang Yizhao, you can go over, why are you following us two rough guys?"

"Do you think I am happy?"

Guan Caixi snorted: "I'm just afraid that you will take the opportunity to bully Sister Cai Ni."

She added: "Also, don't speculate who I admire casually. Even if Tang Yizhao is the top scholar in the imperial examination, he can't write such a beautiful sentence as 'Three autumn osmanthus and ten miles of lotus'."

Zhou Yuan said "ah", his face flushed, and he waved his arms quickly.

Xiong Kuohai was stunned for a moment, and quickly slapped Zhou Yuan on the back, anxiously asking: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Yuan gasped and waved his hand, saying: "I almost choked to death, it's okay, I'm fine now."

Cai Ni covered her mouth and laughed: "Sister Xi, my son also has poetry talent, much better than that champion."

"Just him? A scholar, compared with the champion of the Jinke? Forget it."

Guan Caixi did not hide her emotions, pulled Cai Ni up, and said: "Come on, sister Cai Ni, let's go and watch him write poetry, what's the point of watching him eat."

The two walked to the lakeside and saw that there were more than a dozen large tables here, with pens, ink, paper and inkstones. The most outstanding Jinshi in the first class sat here and wrote poems for fun.

More than a hundred men and women watched, and the atmosphere was extremely lively.

"The three friends of winter are plum, pine and bamboo, and the four gentlemen are plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, all of which are headed by plum blossoms, which bloom in the cold winter and bloom in the snow."

Tang Yizhao, the top scholar in the Jinke exam, is obviously the protagonist of this poetry meeting. He is indeed very handsome. At the age of 30, he has an upright posture and a faint sense of vicissitudes.

He looked at the crowd and talked freely: "Since it is the cold winter season, it is natural to take plum as the theme and write poems about plum."

Someone immediately responded, obviously in high spirits.

Even Princess Qinshui at the end of the crowd narrowed her eyes and watched this scene with interest.

"Tang the top scholar has outstanding poetry talent. Why not write a poem first to add brilliance to today's poetry meeting."

A lady from a noble family proposed, and immediately got the support of everyone, and they all started to make a fuss for a while.

"Tang Zhuangyuan, please start writing!"

"Brother Tang, there is no need to be modest at this time, everyone is waiting."

As the crowd shouted, Tang Yizhao picked up the brush and chuckled, "You are all in high spirits, and so am I. Let me throw out a brick to attract jade and start the prelude."

He started writing, and in an instant, a small poem was ready.

The scholar beside him immediately read out loud: "All the flowers are swaying and falling, only the swaying is beautiful, occupying all the charm in the winter garden. The sparse shadows are slanting across the shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the sun."

After a moment of silence, the people around him suddenly shouted!

"Good poem! Good poem!"

"You are worthy of being the top scholar of the Jinke, such a good poem is easy to write, and your talent is amazing!"

"Sparse shadows are slanting across the shallow water, this sentence is very good!"

The atmosphere became more lively, and there were also good scholars who loudly analyzed the advantages of this poem, such as cold and unworldly, and natural, which made everyone feel excited.

Many girls in the boudoir also blushed and looked at Tang Yizhao with shyness and boldness.

"Brother Tang, you have written a good poem. Why don't you name the next one to write a poem? It will be more interesting."

Everyone around agreed, but the others sitting on the chairs felt a little pressured.

The poem just written was too good, they might not be able to catch up!

Tang Yizhao was obviously a smart man and would not embarrass others, so he smiled and said:"Today's meeting is really rare. Many girls don't have such an opportunity. Why not ask a talented woman to write a poem and let us appreciate the talent of women."

Many people who were watching the fun, how could they not like this proposal, and they all cheered.

Many girls were nervous and excited, secretly looking forward to it, and also thinking about the sentences.

Guan Caixi whispered: "Sister Cai Ni, you are also well versed in poetry, why not write one and let these men take a good look."

But Cai Ni shook her head and said: "Sister Xi, I don't write poems anymore!"

"What? Why?"

Cai Ni said: "I have seen the most beautiful poems in the world, and I am satisfied. I no longer have the ambition to write poems."

Guan Caixi frowned and said: "You are not going to say that Zhou Yuan wrote it again, he is just a scholar, and now he is still a military officer."

Cai Ni just smiled lightly. She wanted to enjoy the poems written by the young master for herself.

"I'll do it!"

A delicate voice suddenly sounded, and a woman in her thirties came out and said with a smile: "It's not me who's here, it's my good sister who's here. She's from the south of the Yangtze River and is especially good at poetry."

Everyone looked up and their eyes lit up immediately. What a beautiful woman, she really has the watery charm and gentleness of a woman from the south of the Yangtze River.

And Zhao Jianjia was stunned, and said shyly: "Good sister, why do you let me be the first bird to come out!"

The woman smiled and said: "You already have a talent for poetry, and you should show it. You're bored to death staying at home all day."

Countless eyes were focused on Zhao Jianjia. As the first talented woman in Yunzhou, she had also organized a poetry meeting, so she naturally wouldn't be too nervous.

She just bowed slightly and said: "I dare to write a poem about plum blossoms. I hope you gentlemen and sisters don't mind."

The scholars around cheered and said nice things. After all, Zhao Jianjia was too beautiful.

Even Princess Qinshui at the end of the crowd had her eyes light up, and she couldn't help but walk forward to observe closely.

Such a beautiful woman is really rare.

Her heartbeat began to accelerate.

Zhao Jianjia pondered for a moment, and then said softly: "After going through wind and frost and not being dusty, I know that she is a material for the cold winter. She is so pure and innocent that she dares to bloom."

"The moon is withered in the river station, and the snow-capped mountains bring spring. The old man in the Chu forgot the white osmanthus, and mistakenly said that Chaisang did not chant plum blossoms."

Her voice was very delicate, with the charm of the Jiangnan water town, with a touch of gentleness and intellectuality, which immediately fascinated everyone.

And the content of this poem about plum blossoms shocked everyone.

It was completed in one go, flowing like clouds and water, praising the purity of plum blossoms and expounding the philosophy of life.

The language was simple and clear, without any affectation, which was obviously the style of a master!

The scholars present were all successful candidates, and the ladies in the boudoir also had some knowledge. After reading the poem carefully, they couldn't help but praise it.

Tang Yizhao's eyes were filled with joy, and he bowed and said, "The young lady has outstanding poetry talent, which is really admirable."

The people around him also praised it, especially the ladies in the boudoir, who looked at Zhao Jianjia with admiration, as if Zhao Jianjia had made them proud.

Princess Qinshui was even more excited, and couldn't help rubbing her hands, saying, "What a beautiful girl from Jiangnan! I like her very much! I just don't know which family she is from!"