[Red Mansion] Sister Lin's sweet pet after marriage

At this moment, when the lights are just coming on, the sky is full of stars, bright and bright, clearly below, above above.

The king on the throne is covered with gold rings and jade bracelets, with a golden silk crown on his head, and a fist-sized ruby ​​on top, tremblingly exposed outside the crown; his feet are wearing brocade boots, each with a walnut shape on the toe The cat's eyes, radiant and radiant, are priceless.

However, there was little expression on the face of the king, just like a god with little love and few desires. The prime minister, Mo Yinluo, who was good at observing words and expressions, caught a glimpse of the king's thick lips, and smiled attentively: "It's all because of my king's literary and martial arts, and his reputation is far away." This year's conference is even more grand than in previous years, with guests and friends gathering, and all the countries along the West Sea sending their envoys to congratulate.

After hearing this, the lord of the country saw his brows stretched out, with a faint smile on his cheek, and said: "With the help of two love ministers, it is true that the army is strong and the national power is growing day by day."

Mo Yinluo quickly responded with a smirk, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced at the silent person on the opposite side, and changed the subject in a timely manner, with a three-point sarcasm: "Seeing that the national teacher has never opened his mouth, could it be that he is indifferent?"

The black eyes of the person who was pointed on the head flickered, and he folded his arms and laughed jokingly: "My lord is just joking. With such a capable minister with such a brilliant tongue as my lord, there is no place for me to put my beak down."

His face was green and white, Mo Yinluo sneered, and then responded: "The national teacher is too modest. As the subject of this year's topic, I am afraid that the words "tongue bright and lotus flower" are the most suitable."

"Okay." King Zhenzhen cut off the debate between the two, turned his gaze back to the face of the national teacher, and asked kindly: "Does the national teacher think about the test questions for this issue?"

The man who raised his head was surprisingly young, and he raised his head and smiled, looking like a flower of spring dawn: "I have prepared an easy-to-understand poem with the title of 'Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon', and each composes a poem with five-character rhythms."

It turns out that the competition on the last day of the Minglun Conference is not similar to the lectures and promotions of the previous few days. It specializes in writing, poetry, painting, or astronomy and geography.

As soon as the words fell, Mo Yinluo had no good intentions, so he picked up the conversation first: "I still remember the last time at the Minglun Conference, the national teacher walked and chanted, and he was so magnificent that he dumped so many young girls in the country. Now that there is a grand meeting again, why not write two poems on this subject so that we and the common people can pay their respects, what do you think, Your Majesty?"

"The prime minister's idea is Shijia." The king nodded with a smile, but looked at the national teacher with even more strange eyes. "The glory of the national teacher that day is indeed vivid in my memory, so I might as well write two songs."

Since Jinkouyuyan said before, the national teacher had no choice but to accept the order.Moyin could not help but sneer in his heart because of the flattery on his face: Fortunately, the poems presented by the dark guards have passed, and the literary talent of Mr. Zhongyuan is not far behind.You are conceited and talented, let's see how long you can be proud?

At that time, the title of the poem was announced, and Shui Lan went to the shed to conceive it.Before I finished, I wrote two poems, "Spring" and "Flower". When I was working on "Autumn", Daiyu went to the case and looked at it. Half of the three-inch incense was burned, and he said with a smile: "My lord will first transcribe these three poems, and I will write the last one."

Shui Lan knows that she has the talent of chanting Xu, so why not?Then I transcribed the first three poems according to the words, and wrote them in different fonts according to the connotation of the poems. For example, Ming Lichun was written in willow style, graceful flowers were written in thin gold, and vigorous autumn was written in Gong Kai. .

Not only that, through the two-day observation, although the audiences attending the meeting were mainly educated people, it is not ruled out that there are ordinary people who do not know Chinese characters. It took a lot of trouble to make it as easy to understand and vivid as possible.

Shui Lan inadvertently squinted her eyes, and saw Daiyu's color was like snow, she raised her head slightly and pondered, and then she picked up the pen and finished it with a wave, and the chant was complete, respectable and lovely.Daiyu raised her head and realized that Shui Lan was looking at her, her eyebrows were curved like a moon, with a charming expression, she wrote a poem on a piece of paper, twisted it into a ball, and threw it in front of him.

After watching it, Shui Lan recited a few sentences, and felt even more elegant and unusual, so she couldn't help but look at Daiyu once.The four eyes are fixed, the two are full of affection, and there is endless tenderness and sweetness in her heart. Daiyu blushes immediately, and afraid that he will delay her work, she hurriedly urged: "You should finish translating this soon, it's time." Not much left."

While talking, he caught a glimpse of various fonts in the draft he wrote, some are round and beautiful, some are strange and powerful, and he even laughed: "Choose another word to write this song. Well, don't make it look bad. The words ruined my good poem!"

Shui Lan saw her eyes rippling, her eyebrows light and slender, she couldn't help but want to shake her hand, but the place was really inappropriate, so she had to give up the sudden rush of thoughts and settle her mind.

Lowering his head and concentrating slightly, Shui Lan picked up the pen and dropped the ink after a while, the pen really moved like a dragon moving like a cloud, and swayed freely like flowing water.After finishing writing, Daiyu stretched her head to see that the whole cursive script was completed in one go, which made people feel hearty, and applauded: "My lord's handwriting is really extraordinary, let alone in this barbarian country, even in the Central Plains, it is difficult to match it." .”

Shui Lan listened, but smiled lightly, and said humbly: "Ma'am, there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people. However, I see that this moon poem is written freely and freely, only cursive script can match it. Unfortunately, there is no wine here. Let's eat it later." With two glasses of wine, the writing must have been more elegant."

While chatting and joking with Daiyu, he finished copying a copy and asked the maid to present it, and posted the other copy with the attendants in the outer compartment, and the incense in the furnace happened to burn out.A total of 60 people participated in this competition. Among the viewers, there are also some who have a rough knowledge of poetry and calligraphy. They read and commented one by one. Praise endlessly, memorize silently, transcribe with pen and paper.

However, it was said that all the poems submitted were packed in a brocade box, and a palace maid presented them with a gold plate, and knelt down and said: "Your Majesty, a total of 58 poems have been collected, and all of them are here."

As soon as the king signaled, the serving officer quickly took it, and first turned to the Chinese officials for a rough look, and sifted through it. Ten manuscripts were selected from them, and they were unfolded on the table one by one, and the king and others appreciated them.

After a short while, everything was properly arranged. The king led the prime minister, the national teacher and others to look at it from the beginning, whispering to each other from time to time, but when they reached a spot in the middle, they stopped at the same time, and everyone was dumbfounded.

This poem was written with great care. It was not only written in four characters, but also translated into Chinese, which was several times higher than the average number of people.Among these people, the one with the highest attainment in poetry is the national teacher. I saw him read and memorize the manuscript after reading it, and even though he could read it with fascination, he felt that the words and sentences were new and elegant, and the fragrance was full of fragrance.He also pointed out that the song "Moon" was the crown of the four, and cheered repeatedly: "How can you think about it! Instead of seeing these 'water', 'crystal', 'ice', 'jade', 'silver', 'color', 'light' and 'brightness' Su' and other words are piled up, and they come up with other ideas, and they are matched with such cursive characters, so there is no need to read the rest of the draft!"

King Zhenzhen was also shocked, and heard the national teacher's praise, so he nodded with a smile: "The national teacher has said so, I think it will be too chewy to read other manuscripts, why not take it down."

As soon as he finished speaking, some attendants withdrew quickly, leaving only the four poems co-written by Shui and Dai.Seeing this, Prime Minister Mo Yinluo raised his eyebrows, with uncontrollable enthusiasm, and took the opportunity to say: "Your Majesty, this work is written by Mr. An who debated Zen with Zen Master Hongren at Wagong Temple the day before yesterday. Mr. An is a relegated hermit from the Central Plains, and he studied under famous masters since he was a child. He is not only talented, but also personable."

I don't know whether he heard the words "outstanding talent" or "elegant demeanor". The king was overjoyed for a while, and hurriedly ordered someone to invite him: "Ai Qing praised people so much that there is no one in the world, so please come quickly."

The attendant ran out for a while, and sure enough, he led a young man in.Standing at the bottom of the steps, the young man bowed first to complete the state ceremony, and then shouted: "The grass people pay homage to your majesty, may your majesty live forever, and the pine cranes will be evergreen, which is the blessing of the people in the world." The original pronunciation of Fanyu was vague, but he said The words are straight and round, and the timbre is clear and deep, which is so pleasant to hear.

Even though the distance was a bit far away, the young man was only wearing ordinary clothes and was not wrapped in silk or satin, but seeing that he was clean and elegant, with a unique demeanor, not stained with lead, he seemed to be above the national teacher, really The smile lines on the face of the Lord of the True Kingdom deepened: "In the great country of the Central Plains, there are many talented people of the true way. I can't complain that the prime minister is full of praise when he mentions it. He is just an outstanding child." As he spoke, his eyes were amazingly bright and he added meaningfully One sentence: "There is a saying in the Central Plains that people have both talent and appearance. This is the most rare thing."

The people of Moyinluo are old and sophisticated, not as young as the national teacher. He knew that he had made up his mind, and there was a cunning light in his eyes. People like Mr. An should be recruited into the royal court early and stay by His Majesty's side to accompany him."

The king stared intently at the steps, his gaze was so hot that it almost pierced people.If it weren't for the presence of civil and military officials, monks and common people, they would have ordered people to come closer and take a closer look, so they restrained some evil thoughts and pretended to be gentle and loving: "Yes. This king has always been thirsty for talents. Talents should not be missed. Come and see!"

Shui Lan lowered her head blindly, frowning almost imperceptibly.Since he grew up in the court, he has experienced extraordinary sophistication in the world, and he can feel the unusual meaning in just a few words.He thought to himself: It seems that the so-called statement of entering the golden pagoda to serve the banshee at night is most likely a evasion made up by the king. The queen must have noticed it but there is no real evidence, so there is a clue to follow.

After a while, a familiar voice suddenly sounded, breaking the strange silence: "No, no, you didn't make this last poem!"

The author has something to say: Today is my mother's birthday, so the update will be later.

The author has changed the summary of the content to sweet taro one by one. Babies might as well guess how many sweet taro babies can be produced. If you guess correctly, you will win a prize (≧▽≦)/