Baoxing didn't say anything and thrust his chin.

Yuzhu looked over and saw the Queen writing quickly.

Brush brush.

In the blink of an eye, she wrote two poems, without stopping or revising them. After finishing writing, she threw them to Baoxing and said, "Give them to General Xu."

Yuzhu's chin is about to fall off.

This... is too fast.

Can you still read the poem written in this?

Yuzhu didn't dare to attack her master. After thinking for a long time, she said carefully: "Empress, it's hard for the emperor to ask you for poetry. Do we have to think carefully? It's said that the palace is going to hold a poetry banquet this year, so don't be stolen by Concubine Jing."

"Don't worry, it's all peerless poems." Yun Dai stood up indifferently and stretched, "I went to have breakfast. After eating, we chose ingredients and made new clothes for the New Year."

Yuzhu followed: "The Empress's talent is of course the best, but when writing poetry, you have to carefully consider the words. Or do I need to bring the poem back? Think about it carefully."

"Yuzhu, I'll tell you this. If my poems don't win awards, there is only one possibility. The referees are all idiots who are ignorant and ignorant. They are not worthy of reading these good poems that have been passed down through the ages."

Yuzhu was completely shocked by her master's big words.

In private, she told Baoxing: "Even if we can't win, our Empress's confidence is worthy of praise."

Xu Hu returned to the palace with Yun Dai's poems and sent them to the emperor.

Zhao Yuan couldn't wait to pick it up and look at it.

Ten days ago, when he discovered Yun Dai's talent in poetry for the first time, he kept thinking about it and wanted her to write a few more poems. Unfortunately, due to his face, Yan'er was not there, so he couldn't always go to Ganquan Temple.

Fortunately, there are more than ten days left for the New Year, and the Empress Dowager and a few old concubines were bored and said they would hold a snow-appreciation poem banquet. If someone made good poems, they would have to give them a lot.

The officials of the court were also on holidays, and they were idle, and many people came to join in the fun.

Zhao Yuan was not interested at first, but when he heard that Jin Yao and Guo Ning were going to participate, he thought of Yun Dai's poem.

This is an excellent opportunity to be honest and honest in poetry.

Now, I'm going to get it.

Zhao Yuan first scanned the two poems from beginning to end and was immediately attracted.

One poem is titled Plum Blossom.

There are several plum branches in the corner of the wall, blooming alone in the cold. I know it is not snow, but because there is a faint fragrance.

The other song is called Momei.

The trees at the head of my inkstone pool are blooming with light ink marks. Don’t praise the good color, just leave the clear air to fill the world.

One is aloof and one is majestic.

The talent and pride are all displayed between the lines.

Zhao Yuan couldn't help but praise the word "My" name.

He couldn't put it down and read it for a long time. He ordered people to copy the poem, frame it, and take it out for the poetry meeting.

At this time, Jin Yao also came with the poem in her arms and said with a smile: "I am not in good spirits now. I have been thinking hard for several days before I can barely write two poems. It's embarrassing. I want to ask the emperor to take a look at it. If it's not good, I will do it again."

Zhao Yuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Come on."

When Jin Yao was in the boudoir, she was a famous talented woman in the capital.

He wanted to see how this poem written by Jin Yao compared with Yun Dai's.

When I opened it, it turned out to be a poem about snow.

The clouds whirling outside the building, and the lonely snow on the walls.

The light and melon are moist and the fine willows are dancing in the embroidered velvet.

The melting snow soaks the fragrance of plum blossoms, and the flowing water smells the music of the piano.

The wind is full of pity and whiteness, and it is still the only one who leaves your heart.

It's a good poem.
Chapter completed!