Everyone's eyes quickly focused on Qi Che.
Everyone wants to see what kind of poem this year's top scorer will write today.
At this time, Qi Che stood up calmly, picked up the wine cup, but did not rush to drink it. Instead, he looked at the stream and said thoughtfully: "This winding spring water reminds me of an allusion-"
Suddenly, he raised his hand and poured the wine in the cup into the stream. Amid the exclamations of the crowd, he said in a loud voice: "In the past, Qu Yuan threw himself into the Miluo River and offered his poetic soul to the Canglang River. Today, I dare to follow the example of the ancient sages and offer wine to talents and talents to spring."
Soon, the stream, carrying the aroma of wine, flowed past the table where the princess was.
Her veil moved slightly, as if she was sniffing.
The dean was a little displeased and said, "Qi Zhuangyuan, you..."
"Wait a minute!"
The princess suddenly spoke up, raising her hand to interrupt, her voice sounding playful: "Talent in wine offering? Then what is your talent?"
Qi Che smiled, picked up the fallen flowers by the stream calmly, dipped the wine in the wet liquid and wrote a poem on the stone slab:
"The winding river is originally heartless, but it creates ripples because of poetry.
Tomorrow will turn into spring rain, secretly moistening the roots of the peony."
The crowd was shocked.
This poem seems to be about Ode to Chun, but the word "peony" at the end actually refers to the princess.
Moreover, the word "stealing moisture" also hides a sharp edge. It appears humble, but also reveals a desire to cling to others. It is just borrowing the name of "spring rain" to achieve the goal of "being close to the noble", which is more in line with the undercurrent of this poetry meeting than the previous poems.
Sure enough, everyone saw that the princess narrowed her eyes slightly, "Interesting!"
"Someone, give me some wine!"
Then, it was Yu Shang's turn to drift again. But this time, surprisingly, Yu Shang stopped in front of Qi Che again.
Seeing this, Qi Che's heart almost jumped out of his throat.
"It seems that this is God's will!"
He smiled and picked up the wine cup, suddenly looked at the guards behind the "Princess", and said loudly:
"I am willing to change the rules. Please ask the director to throw out an object and compose an impromptu poem."
A hint of surprise flashed across the beautiful eyes of the 'Princess', and then she glanced around and quickly took off the knife tassel from the guard's hand and threw it into the air.
"Let's take this as the title."
Soon, Qi Che caught the tassel thrown by the princess, pondered for a moment, and then began to chant:
"Ten years of sharpening the sword, a spike of wheat ties the loyal soul.
He does not protect the golden palace, but rather pities the wild grass roots. "
——The whole place was dead silent. It was truly deathly silent.
Everyone looked at Qi Che as if he were a madman, as if he were a monster.
This poem is clearly an implicit satire on the princess's journey incognito among the common people!
Is this top scholar ignorant or fearless?
Just as the whole audience was in silence, the 'princess' suddenly paused while holding the fan. A vague chuckle came from under her veil: "This poem by Qi Zhuangyuan really enlightened me."
She stood up slowly. "You are right. You don't protect the Golden Palace, but you care about the wild grass roots. I have indeed neglected the affairs of the palace during my incognito tour."
Everyone was shocked!
Unexpectedly, the princess would admit her mistake in public!
"Someone come."
The princess suddenly raised her hand and ordered her servants, "Bring the Longjing tea that was offered as tribute the day before yesterday."
Soon, the maid brought the teapot and she picked up a handful of tea leaves and put them into the cup. "Although this 'wild tea' is not a famous product, it is natural. I give it to Master Qi to thank him for his advice."
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole room burst into an uproar!
The princess clearly turned the satire of the "weed roots" in the poem into a commendation!
Qi Che was shocked and took the teacup respectfully with both hands.
"Your Highness is so humble, I am ashamed." He smiled deeply, a determined light flashing in his eyes.
The 'Princess' gently waved her hand, indicating that the poem would continue.
Next, the wine cups were turned over several times, and several students stood up to write poems and recite them. Some sang the beauty of spring water, while others lamented the fleeting time. Although there were many good lines, compared with Qi Che's poem with hidden sharpness, these poems always seemed to follow the rules and lost their spirit.
Finally, when the last student recited a well-balanced Wing Chun poem, the 'Princess' suddenly said, "Today's poetry gathering makes me very happy."
Her voice was cold, but it seemed to have a little more warmth, "Especially Qi Zhuangyuan's poem, which touched me deeply."
As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of several young men from aristocratic families present changed, and they looked at Qi Che secretly.
The princess raised her hand and motioned the maid to come forward: "I have always loved talents. Today I have met a soulmate. I must reward her."
The maidservant beside him understood and walked up to Qi Che with a brocade box in her hand. The box contained no gold, silver or jewelry, but a volume of "Chu Ci Annotations" in a simple binding.
"I heard that you, my dear Qi, have studied the Chu Ci very well. This is the only copy with annotations by a great scholar from the previous dynasty. I am giving it to you now. I hope you will live up to your talent and learning."
When Qi Che heard this, his heart began to beat wildly.
This gift may seem ordinary, but it actually has a profound meaning.
"Chu Ci" is a classic of loyalty to the emperor. The princess's action clearly implies that he is qualified to be her lover!
What's more, the princess had asked about his preferences and knew that he was an expert in Chu Ci!
Qi Che took the brocade box respectfully and kowtowed to express his gratitude.
"Thank you, Princess, for your gift. I wish you good health and a long life."
"Get up." The princess added casually, "In three days, I will hold a music party in the garden. If you have time, you can come and have a gathering."
These words made Qi Che's heart surge.
The princess clearly invited him privately. He heard from Song Xiang that the princess had only invited ten people to the piano concert, including young students and children from aristocratic families. According to gossip, the princess intended to choose one of the ten people as her husband.
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