Accidentally pressing the prince: relying on the agent's little lady

"Boom-"

Another gong sounded, and the results of the first round were announced.Xue Meitong saw that some talented people were happy, while others left the scene resentfully and lonely.After such a round of competition, there were only fifteen people left in the ring.Xue Meitong looked around in the crowd, stared seriously, and asked Leng Junyi, "General Leng, you should have met Mu Qingfei when you went in and out of the court."

Leng Junyi replied: "Yes."

Xue Meitong asked: "General Leng, do you think there is Mu Qingfei among the fifteen talents shortlisted?"

Leng Junyi shook his head, "Qingfei didn't come."

"Oh?" Xue Meitong looked back after hearing the words, and said in surprise, "Judging from the tone, General Leng is very familiar with Mu Qingfei?"

Before Leng Junyi could answer, a gong sounded, and the final round of competition began.

I just heard the chief examiner say: "The last competition, the first competition, please write a poem with plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum in turn."

After the words fell, all the talented scholars took up their pens and wrote the book, and the onlookers in the audience talked a lot, discussing what kind of poems they would write if they were replaced by themselves.

Xue Meitong asked Leng Junyi with sideways eyes, "General Leng, are you interested in giving it a try?"

Leng Junyi shook his head, "Jun Yi is blunt by nature, he only likes to dance with knives and swords, but he doesn't know how to dance, write, or these elegant things, so he doesn't dare to make a fool of himself."

Xue Meitong smiled and said: "I see General Leng's words are gentle and polite, and he is personable, not at all like those reckless men. General Leng said that he doesn't understand poetry, but I don't believe it! General Leng, you are too modest !"

Leng Junyi said politely: "Miss Meitong laughed at me! I heard that the four ladies in Huamanlou are all good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so it's better for Miss Meitong to write a poem impromptu to relax."

"Me?" She is really not good at being a poet!However, thinking about the 5000-year-old Chinese civilization, it is so difficult to borrow a few poems from sages.

Turning her mind around, Xue Meitong smiled and said, "Since General Leng has spoken, Meitong will impromptu compose a poem on plums. If the writing is not good, I hope General Leng will not laugh!"

"How could it be! Girl Meitong, please—"

The town is bustling and noisy in front of me, but the small courtyard of my hometown flows in my heart, there is a clear spring, a black plum, and a room of plum fragrance.Xue Meitong chanted casually: "The trees beside the inkstone washing pond in my house are all blooming with light ink marks. Don't let people praise the color, just leave a clean air to fill the universe."

Leng Junyi was startled, and immediately couldn't help clapping and praising: "Good! Good poem! Good poem! Miss Meitong is so talented! Don't let anyone praise her good looks, just leave a clear air to fill the universe. After a few words, I pointed out Mei’s noble qualities—the steadfastness and purity that do not flatter the world! Good poetry! Really good poetry!”

Xue Meitong smiled, "General Leng is exaggerating!"

But she is really ashamed to plagiarize other people's works!

The two chatted happily.The competition downstairs went through another round, and there were only ten people left on the stage.It seems that after this round, there should be only five people left.Xue Meitong asked curiously: "General Leng, tell me, who will get the title of 'No. [-] Talent in Beijing' this year?"

Leng Junyi smiled and said: "No matter who gets the prize, I believe it deserves it! After today, there will be a new hero in the court!"

Xue Meitong asked gossipingly: "Did Mu Qingfei also get into the emperor's eyes through the 'Beijing's No. [-] Talent Competition' back then?"

Leng Junyi replied: "No! Qingfei participated in the scientific examination that year, was the number one scholar in high school, and was named the governor of Shuntian Prefecture by the emperor. After that, he made steady progress all the way to where he is today. However, he did participate in the "capital examination" back then. The No. [-] Talent Contest', and has been the leader for five consecutive years. However, this year I'm afraid I'm going to give up the talent!"

"Five years in a row..."

This Mu Qingfei is really powerful!However, since Mu Qingfei was able to climb from nothing to the status of below one person and above ten thousand people step by step, it was not easy for Mu Qingfei!

"What a pity...why didn't Mu Qingfei participate this year..."

It was a pity that Xue Meitong couldn't get a glimpse of the demeanor of "the first Prime Minister of the Celestial Dynasty".

Leng Junyi was surprised, "Miss Meitong, are you very interested in Qingfei?"

"It doesn't count!" Xue Meitong replied, "I'm just curious! Mu Qingfei is the famous 'First Prime Minister of the Celestial Dynasty'! Hearing a lot of rumors, people are naturally curious and want to see Mu Qingfei with their own eyes. style."

Leng Junyi lowered his eyes and smiled, and there was something in his words, "There will be a chance."

"Ok?"

Xue Meitong tilted her head, her expression puzzled, she was waiting for Leng Junyi to explain, when a gong sounded on the ring, the final round of competition began.

The examiner cleared his throat, "This year's third test is set by the 'Number One Prime Minister of the Heavenly Dynasty', that is, our 'Number One Talent in the Capital' last year, Prime Minister Mu himself. Here is a painting he drew by himself. Deep meaning, each has its own solution. Whoever can taste the deep meaning in Mu Chengxiang's painting will be the top three this year. In the end, Mu Chengxiang will evaluate and select the final leader."

The crowd was in an uproar.

Xue Meitong was surprised.Her eyes lit up, and she said excitedly: "I watched a movie! I watched a movie! I didn't expect Mu Qingfei to come up with the questions in the last round! Things are getting more and more interesting!"

Leng Junyi saw the excitement on Xue Meitong's face, half of his body was leaning out of the window, and he couldn't help reminding, "Miss Meitong, be careful and safe!"

"Hmm! I'll be careful!"

Xue Meitong's full attention was on Mu Qingfei's question, so she didn't have the time to pay attention to Leng Junyi's reminder.

Leng Junyi couldn't help shaking his head.He was secretly prepared that if Xue Meitong stumbled and fell from the building, he would rush to the former hero to save Mei at any time and ensure that she was safe and sound.

Under the high-hanging red lantern, the examiner pulled the red thread, and with a light tug, a painting rolled down.

The crowd was in an uproar.

Haohao Baixue, entwined with snow silk, is actually empty.

What is the subject?The five talented scholars who were shortlisted in the end were all puzzled.A talented scholar thought, "Since there is snow on the picture, how about writing a poem about snow?"

There are also talented scholars who think, "The talent of the prime minister is unmatched in ancient and modern times. Although the riddle is simple, the answer is definitely not that simple. There must be something deep in it."

Everyone guessed the mystery of Mu Qingfei's mystery. In the private room on the second floor of Zuixian Tower, Leng Junyi asked Xue Meitong, "Miss Meitong, what do you think about this painting?"

Xue Meitong's bright eyes were as bright as snow, and she calmly replied: "It's a very simple picture, although it's a few strokes, but it makes people see a lot of things."

Leng Junyi was puzzled, "Forgive Junyi for being ignorant, what Junyi saw in the painting was nothing but white snow and the vastness of space between heaven and earth. I don't know what else Miss Meitong saw?"

"It is said that Mu Qingfei was born in poverty."

"Not bad!"

"It is said that Mu Qingfei is an orphan."

"Yes!"

"It is said that Mu Qingfei's mother died of dystocia when he was just born, his elder brother died of dysentery when he was three years old, and when he was five years old, his hometown flooded and the embankment collapsed, and his father was crushed to death by a falling wooden pile. Since then, Mu Qingfei has been begging and wandering around alone, reading all the sufferings of the world,..."