Ai Min of Fomalhaut's Self-written Book

?night.

The Women's Poetry Competition at Xiangguo Temple was in full swing. I was too greedy for the scenery on the side of the road.

A vast platform above the ground, with a red banner on the front of the platform, written: Women's Poetry Competition.A few large characters.The platform is surrounded by ebony carved and embroidered screens. In front of the screen in the middle, there are four rosewood seats. On the four seats are old men with towering crowns and bearded faces. They should be bachelors or the like.

In the Women's Poetry Competition, the bachelors on the stage take turns to produce objects, scenes, and emotions, and let the contestants write poems. Of course, there are still a few who can write poems within 7 steps like Cao Zhi. They cannot write poems and can answer questions. Poems written by predecessors are also very good. Of course, the poems written by myself are the best.

The bustling crowd surrounded the platform of the Book of Songs Contest. I took Cong Zhan's hand and used the usual strength to squeeze the bus, left and right, and squeezed to the front.

Cong Zhan said to the people around him apologetically, "I'm sorry."

Most of Wushe's disciples will maintain a graceful demeanor wherever they go.

Standing on the stage was a woman in a pomegranate and green chrysanthemum pattern dress on the left, and a woman in a regular peony red shirt and skirt on the right. The figure was somewhat familiar, but I couldn't remember who it was.

At this time, the woman in Tsing Yi bowed to the four bachelors, then turned around and bowed to the audience around her, and then slowly walked down.

The woman in red still remained motionless on the stage. I looked carefully at her eyebrows and eyes, her slightly raised arrogant chin, and gradually remembered, who is this person if not the niece of the empress dowager this morning?

I patted the shoulder of the person next to me, and asked politely, "Sister, what's going on now?"

The woman next to me glanced at me, and said: "This time I took the "love" test, and there was turmoil in the northern part of the country. I wrote a patriotic poem. The girl in blue couldn't write it, so she went down. No one came to the stage to write poems, and the woman in red won the first place in this Poetry Competition."

Patriotic poems, I secretly bowed my head and thought about it for a moment.

It happened that the bachelor on the stage asked, "Which other girl is on stage to compose poetry?"

I raised my hand.

Cong Zhan held me gently with one hand, as if hesitating, probably because he was afraid that a woman with my character would not be able to write poetry!

Of course I can't write poetry, but I know many, many poems that you don't.

I smiled at him and told him with my eyes that I would.

He strode onto the stage, kept his best posture and bowed to the bachelor and the audience, made a simple self-introduction, then raised his head and said loudly:

"Staying dead in a lonely village does not mourn itself,

Shang Si is the national defense station.

Lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain,

The Iron Horse Glacier fell into a dream. "

This is a patriotic poem written by Lu You, and I picked it up for my own use. People in the Northern Song Dynasty must have never heard of this poem.

Sure enough, several white-haired old men nodded to me and gave me approving glances.

The Empress Dowager's niece seemed to recognize me, her eyes were wide open like copper bells, and for a moment she didn't know what to say to me.

I met her gaze and smiled back with a smile.

At this time, a bachelor sitting on the stage said: "Good poems, it is really wonderful to express the country through dreams!" The bachelor paused, and then said: "The phrase 'defending Luntai for the country' should not be thought of by women. For that reason, it’s quite inappropriate here.”

"In ancient times, Hua Mulan joined the army in place of her father, and Mu Guiying took over the commander-in-chief again. Is it only you men who can kill the enemy on the battlefield?!" I said calmly, poking my neck.

Someone in the crowd started applauding.

The bachelor stroked his white beard and nodded at me, saying: "My daughter's family is all about needlework girls. It is very good for you to have this kind of patriotism." , now that the plum blossoms are in full bloom, you two should write a poem about plum blossoms!"