Mengfei Qiqi

Chapter 374: If You Don’t Sing, You Are A Blockbuster 4
"Zhang Yuanzhi? Do you know Zhang Yuanzhi??" The emperor looked at Ye Qiqi with a surprised expression and asked.

"Uh... this..." Ye Qiqi froze for a moment, looked at the shocked expression on the emperor's face, and said to himself, no, is Grandpa Yuanzhi a famous person? Otherwise, why does His Majesty's tone sound like So excited?
Looking at the emperor sitting in the hall, she hesitated for a moment, then shook her head and said, "I... don't know him..."

"You don't know him? Didn't you just call him Grandpa?" The emperor looked at her suspiciously and asked.

"You can't say that you don't know each other..." Ye Qiqi stammered and said to the emperor, "He...he is good at writing poems, I...well, I have read his collection of poems, Uh...so, when I was reading his collection of poems, I asked my father who he was talking about, and my father said that he was Zhang Yuanzhi's grandfather."

"Oh... so it's like this..." Hearing what she said, the emperor couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

It turned out that when this little girl was reading, she saw the poems of the poet sage, and then asked Prime Minister Ye. When Prime Minister Ye introduced the senior poet sage, in terms of seniority, he could indeed be Ye Qiqi's grandfather.

It's a pity, it's a pity, I heard that the poet Zhang Yuanzhi has faded out of the arena for a long time, and now his poems can be said to be extremely hard to find.

If this little girl really knew Zhang Yuanzhi, she might be able to get a good work.

but……

The emperor looked at Ye Qiqi who was standing in the hall with a pretty face, and asked her with a kind smile: "Little girl, do you really like reading?"

"Me?" Ye Qiqi pointed at her nose, then shook her head again and again, "I don't like reading, but my grandpa...ahem, my dad insists on forcing me to read, but actually I prefer to go out and play. "

"Well, hehe." After hearing her answer, the emperor couldn't help laughing. He turned his head and smiled at the empress dowager sitting beside him, "Sure enough, he's still a child."

"Yes." After hearing Ye Qiqi's answer, the Empress Dowager couldn't help covering her mouth with her sleeve and smiling.

Even the masters couldn't help shaking their heads with a smile after hearing Ye Qiqi's straightforward answer.

Mo Hanqing's dark and deep eyes fell on Ye Qiqi's body, and there was a touch of tenderness in his eyes.

It turned out that Ye Qiqi, whom he likes, is not only good at martial arts, but also has such outstanding literary talents.

"Very good, very good." The emperor kept nodding his head, he said very well, he didn't know whether he was talking about the girls who came to choose the concubine, or Ye Qiqi.

After the first round of poetry was over, eight people were directly eliminated.

Of the 23 people, only fifteen remained.

The eight people who were eliminated were directly brought out of the palace under the guidance of the inner eunuch.

After all those people left, Eunuch Su stood on a high place and continued to announce: "For the second round of competition, girls, please take a look at the pens, inks, papers and inkstones in front of you. Please draw a picture with the theme of 'dream'. Ink painting. Time is like a stick of incense.”

After Eunuch Su announced the topic of the competition, the girls were stunned one by one.

Dream?
Ink painting?
What do you mean, do you want them to draw their dreams, or do they want them to draw pictures that are as beautiful as dreams?
The topic given is too illusory.

(End of this chapter)