Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, but there was nothing in their hands. Only Kong Yingda discovered the abnormality of his old friend around him, "Boshi (Yu Shinan's word), it won't be in your hands, right?

We agreed that no one of us can hide it. We must always ask everyone to evaluate whether it is good or bad."

"Yes, yes, I heard that Bo Shi went to communicate and give advice to Dr. Du two days ago. I don't know how effective this is. Don't waste your hard work." Chu Liang urged.

Yu Shinan has been receiving Du Shaoqing's answer for a while, and he has been thinking back and forth for a long time. If this poem is good or bad, it is undoubtedly the best. However, this subject and artistic conception are not consistent with the poem tonight, and the meaning expressed in the poem is also confusing.

At this time, someone was urging him, Yu Shinan had to pick up the answer sheet and recited it out loud:

The silver candle is covered with cold autumn light, and the light silk fan is blowing at the fireflies.

The night is as cool as water in the sky, and I sit and watch the Alpine Weaver Star.”

With Yu Shinan's chanting, almost everyone except the generals in the field were taken into a cold picture. On the bleak and cold steps of the palace, a palace maid held a small fan in her hand and slapped the flying insects around her from time to time. The night was slightly cool. The lonely palace maid looked up at the Cowherd and Vega in the sky, not knowing what she was thinking.

But soon everyone came to their senses. This was not right. It was summer now. Although it was not the dog days, the air was a little stuffy. This poem was about autumn, and there was still a hint of cool late autumn. Although the poem was good, it was not suitable.

"Ha, it's true that Doctor Du is talented. He can write autumn poems in summer. After listening to his poems, I can feel much cooler." Chu Liang was speaking again, but this time the old man had a hint of mockery in his mouth. It was obvious that between Du Shaoqing and Changsun Chong, this person was leaning towards the latter.

"Mius, I am really a talented person. In just a few words, I wrote about the characters' psychology, environment, background, and words. Such literary talent is definitely not a bit of ingenuity.

Your Majesty, I am a dereliction of duty, and I am ineffective in supervising the supervisor. My subordinates have deceived my superiors and subordinates and delayed the selection of talents for the country. I am Kong Yingda apologized for the crime." After praise from old man Kong, he walked out with regret and bowed to the emperor.

This action made the civil and military officials around him confused. At the poetry meeting, he talked about the advantages and disadvantages of poetry and prose, so why did he apologize?

After explaining those informed things about what His Majesty sent to assess Du Shaoqing, everyone realized that there was still such a section, and it seemed that Old Man Kong should indeed apologize.

Emperor Li Er said: "Okay, Kong Aiqing, let's deal with the matters of the Imperial College afterwards. Now I'll hold this poetry meeting first. If you go back to clean up the borers inside the Imperial College, you don't mean it. You don't mean it. I won't be the case.

By the way, the chief clerk lied about military affairs and deceived the emperor. He must be severely punished after he returned."

"Yes, the old minister will severely punish that person when he returns, and at the same time, he will strictly review the personnel within our Imperial College. We must not mislead the major issue of selecting talents for the country." Kong Yingda promised with an angry face. This matter happened here, and almost slapped himself, the Imperial College, in front of the civil and military officials.

Poor the chief clerk who had reviewed Du Shaoqing, he did not accept bribes or was instructed by others, but he just disliked Du Shaoqing as a businessman and was a warrior, which was a disgraceful person. Therefore, he was too dogmatic and impatient during the review, which led to a definition of the truth and falsehood. He went back to report angrily. I am afraid that he would never have thought that one day he would be imprisoned for his impulse and paranoia.

"A good poem is a good poem, but this poem is not written by the request and the situation. I am afraid that this talent will be discussed separately. If it was written by this son before, or if he was asked to catch a knife in advance, the nature would be different." Xu Jingzong also frowned and speculated.

Everyone looked at each other and seemed not to dare to make a judgment for a moment, because Du Shaoqing's identity was Du Ruhui's son or the queen's savior, and the queen was still present.

At this time, Yu Shinan stood up: "I can protect this son. This poem is definitely not something that others have caught. As for whether this son wrote about this question at other times, we cannot draw conclusions too early. Although it is summer now, Fang Xiang only talks about the title of the season. Why can't we write about spring, summer, autumn and winter?"

At this time, Fang Xuanling stood up and said aloud: "Yes, the question was given by me. Because it was the first question of the poetry meeting, it was simpler. As long as it was written about the season and the rhythm and artistic conception were good, it would be considered as passing the test."

Du Shaoqing's poem about autumn thoughts can be praised as an excellent work."

OK, everyone who sets the question talks about him, who can still have any objections?

So soon, Du Shaoqing's poem was sent to the commemorative officer, and the commemorative officers chanted loudly. The poem spread throughout the Qujiangchi. All the students participating in the competition sighed secretly. This poem was really brilliant, and Wu Zhao also had a bright look. Unexpectedly, that guy was still hidden.

Only by hearing the applause along the coast can we distinguish the people who are more cheering for Du Shaoqing than those of Changsun Chong and Wu Zhao.

The queen looked back at her dazed daughter and asked in a low voice: "Did you hear it? That boy was hiding his weakness. Today, a poem was washed away from his talentless hat. The reason why he wrote a poem in autumn in summer is that others didn't understand, do you understand?"

The princess said shyly: "Oh, my mother, my daughter listens, he is really right. I am a princess and not a concubine or palace maid in the cold palace. Why do you have to write so coldly? How can he worry about this?"

"Just just now, I heard someone talking about the person who pretended to be Du Shaoming, and now I'm starting to blame others for worrying about it?"

The mother and daughter laughed and joked. Princess Chengyang next to her was envious. Although her fifth sister and her husband couldn't meet each other, their concerns were enviable. Moreover, they had the support of the queen, but they could only wait to be assigned to the young master of unknown family to marry. Isn't the palace maid written in the poem me?

As a result, Changsun panicked. He never expected that a rural doctor who had been rumored to be hiding beauty. Could it be that he deliberately hid his shortcomings just to wait for me today? No, absolutely not. The bet with him has been announced. Should I give him a mud leg to grind him as a book boy?

In fact, this is Changsun Chong who enlarged the shadow area in his heart. Before that, who knew you, Changsun Chong? He would hide himself until now for the win or loss at a poetry meeting? He didn't consider his weight in his opponent's heart and really treated himself as a dish.

Du Shaoqing became famous with a poem, and a dissatisfied shout came from outside the pleasure boat: "Hey, Du Shaoqing, you have the ability to say this early, which made me waste a chance to become famous.

Why not compare us? If you can beat me, then I will leave this time."
Chapter completed!