Volume 1: Spring in the Painting Hall Chapter 14: Showing Talent in the Hall
Ling Qingxi sat next to Ling Deyan, with no intention of appreciating the excellent poems and articles. She absentmindedly clutched the silk handkerchief in her hand, and she had countless questions in her heart that she couldn't tell her father next to her right now. Sitting there, she felt like sitting on pins and needles.
He glanced at the emperor and Xiao Yizheng who were present, and saw that they seemed to be really immersed in this poetry conference. He secretly thought that the people in the emperor's family were indeed masters at concealing their emotions and remaining calm.
She searched around for Zeng Qidao again and confirmed that he was not in the hall, so she took a sip of tea and heard Yuan Yi writing poetry again. Waves of praises sounded in the hall. She held her forehead and felt a headache.
, sighing slightly, why is this uncle so keen on writing poetry?
Perhaps Ling Deyan heard this sigh, and he glanced at her fiercely. Qingxi quickly sat up straight, secretly stuck out her tongue, and then raised her eyes to the seat.
This time, she wanted to take a good look at the three old princes sitting on the other side, Prince Yu, Prince Guang, and Prince Xiang. These three princes had been communicating by themselves so far, and she couldn't hear their voices at all. That's wrong.
, she then thought about it, it was impossible for her to have contact with these three princes, but Prince Heng had many opportunities. In fact, Prince Heng must know which prince spoke last night. Now it seems that the emperor knows what happened last night
How much? Or does he know everything? If he knew everything, why did he ask himself just now?
This is really a mess! She closed her eyes and sighed again.
"What's wrong with you?" Ling Deyan asked sternly in a low voice.
Qingxi quickly calmed down and smiled brightly: "Nothing, nothing."
"Shilang Ling, are you discussing an article with your concubine?" The emperor noticed the situation on their side and asked.
"Exactly." Ling Deyan replied.
Qingxi's smile deepened, thinking, Father, you are bullying the emperor. Before she could put away her smile, the emperor's question came again: "I have been hearing this for a long time, do you want Miss Ling to try your skills?"
Her eyes widened, but she wanted to give it a try, but she saw her father's eyes in a blink of an eye, and she lowered her head cautiously and replied: "All the ministers are talented and knowledgeable, and I have learned a lot.
Let’s go in front of all the ministers to have a meeting.”
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!" The emperor seemed to be very interested.
She glanced at her father again and saw that his expression did not change. She gritted her teeth and knelt down: "Your Majesty's order, I shouldn't refuse, but it really embarrasses my daughter." Her voice was gentle and gentle, still accompanying her at this moment.
A little aggrieved and anxious, but showing a delicate and charming look.
The emperor was very considerate and asked her to stand up and reply. "Since you don't want to write a poem, then tell me which one you like the most after listening to it?"
Isn't this even more offensive? Qingxi felt her head pounding.
Xiao Yihe, who was sipping tea to soothe his throat, looked at her and touched Xiao Yizheng beside him. "You can help her out."
Xiao Yizheng smiled faintly and shook his head, "She doesn't need me to rescue her." As he said that, he looked at Ling Qingxi standing in the center of the hall, looking forward to her answer.
"Your Majesty, it is said in the Warring States Policy that if you return to your true nature, you will not be disgraced throughout your life. The same is true for the poems that my daughter likes. As long as the poems are written from the heart, no matter the intention or decoration, my daughter will appreciate them very much.
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Xiao Yizheng lowered his head slightly, the smile at the corner of his mouth deepened, and whispered to Xiao Yihe: "If you return to your true nature, you will never be disgraced for the rest of your life. Third brother, you can tell that she praised everyone, and she really praised her.
Some people were ridiculed."
The emperor smiled and said: "Shilang Ling, you have raised a pair of good children!"
All the ministers also echoed and complimented him.
"Since you are not good at writing poems, I will give you a chance to learn. Come and bring me the paper, ink, pen and inkstone. At the end of the day, I and my three imperial brothers will compose a poem together. The theme is decided by you."
Qingxi was slightly stunned. As soon as the emperor finished speaking, the chamberlain quickly arranged the pens, inks, paper and inkstones. Ling Deyan saw that it was impossible to escape, so he looked at his daughter encouragingly.
Ling Qingxi felt that this was not a difficult task, so she quickly picked up a pen and wrote two words on the paper: "Huaiyuan."
Everyone in the hall unanimously looked at the word Huaiyuan raised by the chamberlain. Ling Qingxi's handwriting was smooth and flowing, and the writing was like clouds of smoke. Everyone cast more admiring glances. The previous conversation between her and the emperor had already made her
They felt that this girl from the Ling family was not simple. At this time, they were even more amazed by her cursive calligraphy skills. It was not because Qingxi's calligraphy skills were so perfect, but because most women in adulthood were accustomed to hairpin flowers and small regular script, and were good at writing cursive script.
Not many, but it is not easy for Qingxi to write such free and smooth words at such a young age.
"Mr. Ling, how can my concubine, who is so good at calligraphy, be so humble and say that she has little talent and little learning?" Zhongshu ordered Yang Zhi to sigh while stroking his beard.
"Not only this word, but also the two words Huaiyuan, it is also a good mood for the poem, very good, very good." Seeing Zhongshu Ling's praise, Song Chi, the official minister, also quickly echoed the praise.
Everyone echoed again. This voice made Ling Deyan a little unable to resist. He was sober and knew that the reason why everyone was so complimentary was definitely not because of these two words, although he knew that his daughter was really good at words. He repeatedly said humbly: "
All the adults are praising me so much, but I don’t dare to praise you like this. It’s just the adults’ compliments for my juniors.”
Shen Ziru, who was standing behind him, patted him. He was already on good terms with the Ling family and was familiar with Qingxi's calligraphy, so he did not praise him much at this moment. Instead, he smiled and said: "This hand calligraphy is worthy of the Supreme Master and the Supreme Master."
Poems of princes."
Only then did everyone look at the emperor on the throne.
While everyone was praising her, Qingxi stood behind her father, lowering her head slightly to show her modesty, but her eyes were secretly looking at the emperor. After the emperor saw the word Huaiyuan again, his eyes did not move away from those two words.
As he drove by, his face was soft, as if he was caught in some kind of memory.
Qingxi was very surprised by this. These two words were her own impromptu thoughts. Is there anything special? What she didn't notice was that when Xiao Yizheng saw these two words, he stared at them like an emperor for a long time, and then