The secrets of the government behind the scenes are revealed, and all the villains are on their knee

Although everyone was confused, no one asked. Instead, they did as their queen said and returned to their seats obediently, waiting for the chessboard to be removed from the scene and then replaced with a desk and the four treasures of the study.

This is the competition of books.

Recite poems and compose essays.

It’s still a draw, and everyone sits at the table according to their lot number.

Lin You took seat number one.

Looking at the paper, pen and ink on the table, Lin You sighed in his heart.

The system gloated over the misfortune, [Oh no, host lady, are you overwhelmed?]

[Draw a sword to cut the water and the water will flow even faster; raise a cup to dispel sorrow and the sorrow will become even greater; life in the world is not satisfactory...] Li Bai.

The girls who were meditating and the people who were watching all had a look of amazement in their eyes when they heard Lin Youxin reciting this poem.

It turns out that the Empress is so talented in writing!

Such a wonderful sentence will definitely get full marks.

Even the young emperor upstairs, after hearing these heartfelt poems, had a hint of surprise in his cold amber eyes. She seemed to be a real treasure, and every place she was in could give people unexpected surprises.

I thought that after reciting the poem in my mind, I should start writing, but I didn't expect that person to start writing. I sighed again, "Hey, these are all famous poems throughout the ages. If it weren't for the competition, I would recite them to everyone and surprise them. 】

[But this is a poem written by our ancestors, I can’t use it for competition.]

Hearing this, everyone's brains froze.

Poems from our ancestors?

But the Great Sheng Kingdom has never produced such a poem?

What does this mean?

Or is this the legacy of some folk master?

Lin You recited a few more sentences in his heart.

Some people wanted to copy it down on paper, but their hands just wouldn't obey them.

In the end, everyone could only give up with regret.

Lin You was the first to leave the desk.

Everyone just saw her write a few words and then leave. They couldn't help but stretch their necks to look, but the distance was a bit far, so they could only see two lines of words, and they didn't know what was written specifically.

After Pan Xue saw Lin You leave, she glanced at her work. After seeing the few words written in plain language, a slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

As expected, he grew up in the countryside and could never be presentable.

She looked at Song Ning's work again, and the next second, the smile on her lips froze.

She clenched her palms.

She didn't like writing poetry and didn't spend much time on it, so the poems she wrote could definitely not be better than Song Ning's.

and so……

The Lotus Courtyard has been burned down, and the manuscripts have all turned to ashes. So, there shouldn't be any problem if I borrow Sister Lian's manuscripts, right?

She had already lost so many points in the piano performance competition. If she didn't make up for it in this round, she wouldn't be able to take the top spot.

At the moment, it seems that Lin You has no chance of getting first place, but Song Ning is most likely to take the top spot, so she must score higher than Song Ning in this round and the next one.

Thinking of this, Pan Xue could no longer care about anything else. He picked up the pen and started writing.

When half an incense stick was burned out, everyone had to stop writing and stand aside, and then the servants would present their papers to the examiners for review.

The first thing I looked at was naturally Lin You’s work.

A servant read it out loud for everyone to hear.

"Work number one, written by the Imperial Concubine."

Everyone inside and outside the venue pricked up their ears and listened.

"Work together in unity and soar to the sky!"

Some were stunned, some were trying not to laugh, and some were in deep thought.

Concubine Chan smiled and said, "Sister, this doesn't seem to be a poem, right?"

Lin You raised his eyes to look at her, and a smile appeared on his bright red lips. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the old dean of the Hanlin Academy say, "Although it is not a poem, the deep meaning in it is worth pondering by all civil and military officials."

"It's a quote that should be recorded in history books."

“Only when the government and the people are united can the country prosper and rise to great heights!”

After listening to this, the officials nearby nodded.

Those who felt guilty lowered their heads and did not dare to look the old dean in the eye.

Shen Yu's face turned alternately green and red.

Haha, if you are useless, what is the use of unity between the government and the people? Can you withstand the invasion of other countries?

A woman's kindness is useless when she gets old.

Several examiners looked at each other. After hearing what the old dean said, they didn't know how to score.

Leng Yang scored nine points first.

In fact, in this competition, every time Lin You competed, she gave him different surprises and made him understand her more deeply.

Lin You never took this competition seriously. What she cared about was the future of Dasheng Country. Every competition was closely related to the future of the country.

And in her eyes, the future of the country is closely related to everyone. Everyone is important, and everyone can contribute to the country.

This spirit, this cognition, and this courage have already won from the very beginning.

"Nine points, nine points, ten points, ten points, five points."

The ten points were given by the two presidents, and the five points were proposed by the vice-president of the Hanlin Academy.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him strangely, the vice-president straightened his chest, with a few words written on his face: It’s not a poem, so giving it five points is already pretty good!

Lin You didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Instead, he felt that the scores given by everyone were indeed a bit high.

But this also represents their recognition of me, so I won't be pretentious.

After hearing this score, Concubine Chan and Pan Xue were so angry that their teeth were about to break.

"The fifth work, Panxue's Pen..."

As the servant finished reading the poem, there was a burst of discussion inside and outside the venue.

"Pan Xue's poems are still as stunning as they were in previous years!"

"Well, that's true."

"Although my reputation has deteriorated recently and I've changed my last name, my talent has not changed much."

Hongkui curled her lips, "Haha, some things are not as simple as they seem."

Although she was outside the venue, she could see some details clearly.

For example, in a chess competition, there is poison.

In fact, it was Pan Xue who sprinkled it on the chess pieces with her sleeves. From her angle, she could just see the thin powder that was sprinkled. Moreover, when the breeze blew, she, a poison maker, immediately smelled something wrong.

Pan Xue was fine because she had taken the antidote in advance.

When everyone heard her say this, they were confused. "What do you mean by this?"

"Don't ask me, you will know it later."

Hongkui crossed her arms, held a piece of dogtail grass in her mouth, and leaned against the fence, watching leisurely.

"Did Miss Panxue write this poem herself?"

Just when several examiners nodded and were about to give Pan Xue a score, Shen Xian said this in a quiet voice, which made them pause.

Looked at Shen Xian and Pan Xue.

Pan Xue clenched her hands, took small steps forward, saluted, lowered her eyebrows, pursed her lips and said, "Yes."

It was a very soft and gentle voice, but if you listened carefully, you could hear that her voice was trembling slightly.

Shen Xian's enchanting face was covered with a smile. He stood up and walked to Pan Xue. His magnetic voice was cold and sad. "Look up at me and say it again."

Pan Xue's body swayed slightly, and she slowly raised her head to meet Shen Xian's half-smiling eyes. She told herself over and over again in her heart that Shen Xian had no evidence, and even if he knew, he couldn't do anything to her.

"I guarantee that this poem was written by me."

"Isn't it plagiarism?" Shen Xian asked quietly.

"No."