In the snow: I am Huang Maner, bathing with Blue Bird and Sweet Potato at the beginning

Regardless of the court or the emperor, Huang Man'er still has a sense of belonging to this country. After all, Beiliang's reputation is still within the territory of the Liyang Dynasty. Even for the sake of the people, he still needs to clean the house for this country.

"Stop talking to him, let's go."

Huang Maner rubbed Bai Yaner's head and said with a smile.

The little girl smiled sweetly, said "Yes", then took Huang Man'er's hand and walked to an empty space.

Seeing Huang Man'er's back gradually going away, Pei Qiu breathed a sigh of relief.

He had a faint feeling that there was definitely something tricky about this kid, and the name Chi'er didn't seem to match that well at this moment.

Pei Qiu didn't go up to provoke Huang Man'er again, but sat back in his seat very calmly, but he looked towards Huang Man'er from time to time from the corner of his eye.

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"Your Majesty, something happened in the Hall of Preservation of Harmony just now, and this old slave feels that it is necessary to report to you."

Inside the carriage, an eunuch was kneeling on the carriage humbly, saying respectfully.

Zhao Chun opened his slightly closed eyes, looked at the eunuch with interest, and asked:

"Oh? What's the matter?"

"It's about the friction between Xu Longxiang and Pei Qiu!"

The eunuch reported to Zhao Chun exactly what happened in the Hall of Preserving Harmony in a soft voice.

After hearing this, Zhao Chun rubbed his brows and said:

"Then Xu Longxiang is definitely not just an idiot, Xu Xiao can't do such easy-to-understand things."

"Let's investigate this matter secretly. Remember not to startle the snake. Once you have information, report it to me immediately."

The eunuch lowered his brows and eyes:

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Zhao Chun closed his eyes again, and murmured:

"Xu Longxiang seems to be able to do something unexpected every time, will it be the same this time!"

……

"His Majesty is here!"

Not long after, Zhao Chun brought a group of officials to the Palace of Preserving Harmony, accompanied by Zhao Kai, Han Diaosi, and even Princess Zhao Yafeng.

What Huang Man'er didn't expect was that Zhang Julu, the first assistant, also came to the scene for the first time. You must know that this old man who has planned for the Liyang Dynasty has always sneered at such things. He pays more attention to being able to make contributions to the country. Contribute things.

After Zhao Chun and the officials were seated, the eunuch read the rules of the poetry conference loudly.

The rules of this finals are not much different from the selection competition that Huang Maner participated in in Beiliang. The only difference is that the finals need to go through three creations, and then the judges give scores before the winner of the competition can be selected.

The topics surrounding the poems were decided by drawing lots by Emperor Zhao Chun.

The forms of poetry are just those types, and Bai Yan'er has done enough homework before this, so naturally there is no major problem.

Huang Man'er is also confident, relying on China's 5000-year civilization, how could he lose.

Zhang Duanwu also came to the scene. As soon as he was seated, he scanned the Hall of Preservation and Harmony. After seeing Huang Man'er and Huang Man'er, a dark smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He was convinced that Huang Man'er was a fool who didn't know anything about poetry and songs, and the poems that were rumored to be written by him were nothing more than the masterpieces of the little girl beside him.

And on such a formal occasion, this Huang Maner must not dare to cheat in public.

If this kid really had the guts to cheat in front of the emperor, then the next thing would be very easy to handle.

The bet this time not only included his personal grievances, but also involved partisan disputes, so there was no room for loss.

Zhao Kai was sitting under Zhao Chun, he was resting with his eyes closed, recalling what he had learned before.

Similar to Zhang Duanwu's purpose, he also wanted to see Huang Man'er defeated, so as to alleviate the shadow in his heart a little.

Now Huang Man'er has almost become a heartache in Zhao Kai's heart, almost every nightmare is related to him.

Han Diaosi observed the subtle changes in the expression on Zhao Kai's face, and sighed slightly.

How capable is this Huang Man'er that makes Zhao Kai so afraid!

96. On a moonlit night in the spring river, Zhang Julu, the chief assistant of the cabinet, was shocked!

"Everyone here today is the pillar of my Liyang. I hope that after this competition, no matter what your achievements are, you will not be decadent. You will always be the mainstay of Liyang!"

Zhao Chun sat on the dragon chair, not angry but pretentious.

"Yes!"

The players in the audience answered one after another.

Zhao Chun nodded and announced the start of the competition.

The eunuch at the side handed over a bamboo tube, Zhao Chun poked his hand into it, and took out a wooden stick.

"moon!"

The eunuch said loudly:

"The first topic, month!"

This is a topic with a very wide range of ideas, and it is also the most frequently written image in poetry. For everyone here, it will not be difficult.

Generally speaking, the contestants have already prepared for this kind of topic that is easier to bet on. If there is inspiration on the spot, they can make more revisions.

Bai Yan'er winked playfully at Huang Man'er beside her, expressing that she was fine.

Huang Man'er nodded with a smile, then picked up the writing brush on the table and drank enough ink.

There are so many poems about the moon, but now Huang Man'er has difficulty in choosing.

And Bai Yan'er had already started writing on the rice paper smoothly, and not long after, she put down the brush in her hand, and showed a lovely smile at Huang Man'er.

At this time, Huang Man'er had already made up his mind on the ancient poem he wanted to write. The brush in his hand was like a god's help, and the brush was like a dragon and a snake, very chic and comfortable.

This is the calligraphy skill he acquired in Shangyin Academy, and it is also useful at this time.

Because of the length of the text, Huang Man'er chose cursive script, which has a fast writing speed.

Huang Man'er's cursive script is wild and unrestrained, without sticking to the law, and the strokes are interspersed reasonably and orderly, which is a rare calligraphic masterpiece.

Zhang Duanwu on the stage was far away from Huang Maner's seat, so he couldn't see Huang Maner's meticulous movements clearly. He could only see him picking up a brush and drawing quickly on the paper.

Zhang Duanwu sneered, with a look of disdain on his face.

This kid can't hold back the shit, and then just scribbles on the paper with a brush, right?What a waste of paper and ink!

It seems that this time he has the chance to win. This kid will really cause trouble for his father. He knows that he is not the material, but he still has to bite the bullet and accept the bet.

Although Xu Xiao would never allow his own son to go to Dali Temple to sit in the dungeon for a few years, but this incident was enough for him to drink a pot. Impeach Xu Xiao.

Zhang Duanwu smiled and shook his head, his son's injury was not in vain.

Although this matter seemed small, the meaning behind it was extremely profound. Xu Xiao would not let Dali Temple deal with Huang Man'er, so he would naturally be charged with contempt for the king's law.

This is hereditary replacement, it seems that Xu Xiao can't get it.

"Still writing?"

Zhao Kai put down the brush, glanced at Huang Man'er who was still writing vigorously, and couldn't help feeling puzzled.

Is this kid playing tricks, or is he really writing a long poem?

But long poems are not something ordinary people can handle!Moreover, under the condition of time limit, the skill required to write a long poem is extremely profound, how could Huang Man'er complete it?

So Zhao Kai also regarded Huang Man'er as scribbling on paper.

He picked up a seven-character quatrain that he had made, looked at it again and again, his eyes were full of pride, he had a sudden inspiration for this poem, and he played it extraordinary, this time he must be on the list.

Zhao Kai looked at Huang Man'er who was still writing with a mocking face, as if he imagined Huang Man'er being humiliated and devastated.

You humiliated me before, you have to pay it back today!

"There is still a stick of incense in time! Please answer as soon as possible!"

The eunuch's voice sounded again in the Palace of Preserving Harmony, and time was running out.

But Huang Man'er still had a relaxed and indifferent face, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him, and now he only had himself and pen and paper in his eyes.

"What the hell is this guy writing? He used up so much paper!"

A contestant on the side saw Huang Man'er's long speech, and his eyes widened in shock.

Bai Yan'er also looked anxiously at Huang Man'er who was writing furiously, with worry written all over her face.

Brother Huang Man'er won't make a mistake because of me, right?Why is it not over now?

Bai Yan'er shook her head vigorously, denying her thoughts.

No, no, I must trust Brother Huang Man'er!

Now almost all the contestants in the Palace of Preserving Harmony have completed their works, only Huang Man'er is still waving the brush tirelessly, and even the ink in the inkstone is almost used up by him.

Zhao Chun was also extremely curious about what Huang Man'er was writing. He knew a lot about calligraphy. Just by looking at Huang Man'er's brushwork and wrist movements, he could tell that he was definitely not scribbling, but flowing smoothly. something is written.

He touched his chin, could this idiot really know how to write poetry?

If this is the case, what kind of idiot is it?

"Time is up! Please hand in your papers!"

Almost as soon as the voice fell, Huang Man'er calmly put down the brush in his hand, and exhaled a foul breath.

As soon as this poem comes out, it will overshadow all the moon-chanting poems again. Huang Man'er is extremely confident.

The judges on the stage included Zhao Chun and Zhang Julu, and countless rice papers were passed around in the hands of the judges, like snowflakes flying all over the sky.

From time to time, there were a few praises from the stage. Similarly, there were also disappointments for some players.

When Zhang Julu read Zhao Kai's poems, there was a clear glow of approval in his eyes:

"This seven-character quatrain written by His Highness is very good, the artistic conception is in place, and the words are also ingenious."

Zhao Chun raised his eyebrows, took the rice paper from Zhang Julu's hand, and after reading it, he also said with a smile:

"Indeed, as Aiqing said, Zhao Kai has made great progress in poetry recently. It seems that I have time to teach him more."

Zhang Julu on the stage got a piece of rice paper that no one had read before. The rice paper was as tall as a person, and it was filled with flamboyant cursive script. Due to the large space, no judges were willing to take the trouble to review the paper.