The emperor's scheming: alluring the world

Chapter 12
"Is it really Master Mo's handwriting? Don't use fakes to deceive people. It will be a big loss of face if people see it." Li Xueshang had spent a lot of time looking for Mo's handwriting, but it was I got nothing, and now I heard that an old man is willing to give such a treasure to others, so I have an idea in my heart.

The shopkeeper was startled when he heard the words, and then said with a smile: "You don't have to worry about this girl. I will ask an appraisal expert to appraise it on the spot. The thing that the girl is worried about will definitely not happen."

When Li Xueshang heard the words, she was embarrassed and stopped talking. Instead, she became interested in the Douwen Conference that the shopkeeper was talking about.After Xiao Er served the tea and fruit snacks and prepared the Four Treasures of the Study, the shopkeeper took Xiao Er out of Ximeng Pavilion.

With something on her mind, Li Xueshang lost interest in Yang Xianling's poetry meeting, wrote a few random poems, and then sat alone by the window thinking about her own affairs.

The poetry meeting lasted until noon, and the daughters of all the families were having a good time. Seeing that it was not early, Yang Xianling asked Li Xueshang to choose the top three poems from all the poems on the grounds of Li Xueshang's outstanding talent.Only then did Li Xueshang cheer up, and after carefully reading the poems, she selected the three best poems, which are:

"Chrysanthemum"

The rogue Poetry Demon invades at dawn, and surrounds the fence and the stone is silent.

The end of the hair is beautiful and the frost is written, and the corners of the mouth are fragrant to the moon.

The paper is full of self-pity questions and plain grievances.

From the Tao Lingping chapter, the high winds of the ages have come to the present.

"Ask Chrysanthemum"

Wanting to hear about the autumn love that many people don't know, I murmured holding my hand, Dong Li.

Who will hide alone if you are proud of the world? Is it too late to bloom?

Why is it lonely in the garden, the garden, and the sickness of the geese?
Don't say that there is no talker in the world, so why not talk about it for a while.

"Chrysanthemum Dream"

The autumn sound by the fence is clear, and it is indistinguishable from the clouds accompanying the moon.

Dengxian is not Muzhuang and gives birth to a butterfly, and recalls the past and seeks Tao Lingmeng.

When he fell asleep, Yiyi followed the geese to break, and when he returned, he was so annoyed that the crickets sang.

When you wake up, you complain with someone, and the grass and cold smoke are infinite.

After reading these three poems, Li Xueshang paused, her beautiful eyes swept over everyone and finally stopped on Yang Xianling, and said: "These three poems are about chrysanthemums, and they were written by one person. Miss Yang , today you dominate the top three."

Yang Xianling saw that Li Xueshang, who had been listless all the time, finally regained some of her former glory when she saw these three poems, she was a little relieved in her heart, and said with a modest smile on her face: "I went to the cherry blossoms yesterday. In Princess Su's Mansion, there is a chrysanthemum orchard in the Princess Mansion, and the chrysanthemums are blooming just right, so I got inspiration from it. But you, Miss Li, don't care about the poetry meeting, otherwise it's hard to say whether I can monopolize the top three."

Hearing this, Li Xueshang walked to the slightly open window room and looked down the hall, and said leisurely after a while: "Compared to the carved coral stone screen that Ms. Yang prepared for Jiashou, I like Master Mo more." It’s just that I don’t know if girls like me can participate!”

Hearing this, Yang Xianling turned her beautiful eyes nimbly, and whispered a few words to the maidservant behind her, who hurriedly bowed and quietly exited Ximeng Pavilion.

Soon, the maid told Yang Xianling the news of the investigation. After hearing this, Yang Xianling calmly asked the shopkeeper to serve the dishes, and joked that the poems would continue in the afternoon, and the first prize of the poems in the afternoon would be a night pearl Bu Yao, all the daughters of the family immediately became interested when they heard it.

After lunch, after cleaning his hands and rinsing his mouth, Yang Xianling stood by the window with Li Xueshang on his arm and said in a low voice, "Miss Li, before lunch, I sent my maid downstairs to inquire about the participation of Shen Han from the Douwen Conference." There is no gender restriction, but Ms. Li is the daughter of the Duke of Zhen, so it is not appropriate to show her face outside. If Ms. Li really wants to get Master Mo's handwriting, Xianling has a way, but I don't know if Ms. Li is willing to try? "

As soon as Li Xueshang heard that there was a way, Li Xueshang's beautiful eyes lit up, she held Yang Xianling's hand instead, and whispered eagerly: "Miss Yang, what can I do? Let me tell you, I am really looking for a solution." Master Mo’s words have been posted for a long time, if I miss this opportunity, I’m afraid I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”

Yang Xianling was not in a hurry to reply to Li Xueshang's words, but looked sideways at the inside of the pavilion. Seeing that the daughters of the various families hadn't noticed this place, Yang Xianling whispered a few words to Li Xueshang, and only listened. Li Xueshang nodded frequently, with a strange excitement in her beautiful eyes.

After about two sticks of incense passed, Li Xueshang left early on the pretext of being unwell. The lack of a strong competitor made the families even more happy. Of.

After Li Xueshang left, Yang Xianling said that the theme of the afternoon poetry meeting was autumn, and each person was limited to three poems, and the time was not limited, giving everyone enough time to think.

Just when the Ximengge Poetry Contest started, the downstairs hall was also overcrowded at the moment. There were many literati and scholars in the hall, and there was no lack of children from wealthy families.At the moment, there is an extremely long table in the middle of the hall. There are poems, pairs, and some puzzles on the table. This time is for everyone to play freely. Everyone can choose the poems or pairs that they can match. Answer, time is a stick of incense.

The participants were all real elegant guests, and those children from rich and aristocratic families were more to watch the excitement, and some of them left to participate in the competition, just for the excitement.

After a stick of incense, the old man who started this fighting contest asked the two children beside him to count the answers of the contestants, and selected the top eight Bihan who got the most correct answers to enter the second round.Anyone who likes Master Mo's calligraphy knows that Master Mo is not only obsessed with calligraphy, he is also a chess addict. , the winners continue to play in pairs, and the two who win in the end will enter the final.

This kind of competition depends entirely on strength, and the eight who won quickly formed a team freely and sat down at the chess table. There was no time limit for the second round, so everyone gathered around the table they supported, watching the chessboard quietly. The trend of black and white sons.

About half an hour passed, and the eight players who played chess had already decided the winner, and the four winners formed two groups. After clearing the chessboard, the whole hall was quiet, and everyone focused on the four players who were playing chess. body, dare not make loud noises, for fear of affecting the changes in the chess game.

Another half an hour passed, and two of the four were defeated. The two finalists were both extremely young scholars. One of them had bright eyes and bright teeth, a slender and petite figure, and was wearing blue moiré cotton. A long gown with a blue moiré belt on a white background and a white gauze outside, all her black hair tied up and tied with a blue headband. This person is Li Xueshang who claimed that she was unwell and left Ximeng Pavilion early. At this moment, she Dressed in men's clothing, he is extremely handsome.

The other winner is a young scholar about seventeen or eighteen years old. He has sword-like eyebrows and star-eyed eyes. Although he is thin but tall and straight, he looks like a green bamboo that is full of vitality under the morning dew. He is dressed in white cotton. A long gown, a white belt with green edges around the waist, a blue gauze overlay, and a blue hairband on the head. The whole person exudes a kind of vitality, but this scholar has a refined temperament, and his eyes are full of spirit. But going to that stop still doesn't make people's eyes shine.

At this moment, the old man who had been sitting on the sidelines watching the battle got up and walked to stand between the two of them, and asked happily: "Congratulations to the two little brothers for entering the final stage. I don't know how to call the two little brothers."

Li Xueshang had already decided on a pseudonym, and upon hearing the old man's question, she replied in a deep voice, "Xiaosheng's surname is Li, and his single name is Shang. Please enlighten me, senior."

The old man nodded with a smile when he heard the words, and looked at another scholar. The scholar bowed his hands and saluted before replying: "Xiaosheng's surname is Jiang, and his name is Wenyuan. Please give me your advice, senior."

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