Zhen Guo Princess GL

This Liubei Pavilion is a newly built scene this year. It draws warm soup into Qushui, and it is tens of feet square around the pavilion.Because the water is warm, it is already warmer than other places, and curtains are set up around, and there are stoves in the corners of the tents and under the desk, so it is even less cold.

When I entered, a dozen or so scholars introduced by the governor of Ruzhou had already sat down beside the case. The youngest among them looked a year or two younger than me, and the oldest was only 27 or [-].

It is not unusual for scholars to sit on the outside of Qushui, while father, mother, uncles and aunts are in the pavilion, but what is strange is that there is Shangguan Waner sitting on the inside of Qushui.

I looked at Wan'er and walked over slowly to salute. My father explained with a smile: "I heard from your mother that Shangguan talents are not inferior to these people, so I set up a special one. Take a test."

When Wan'er heard her name, she knelt up straight and bowed to me.I took my father's hand and said, "In terms of talent and learning, Cui Mingde and the others are not necessarily inferior to these people. Aye asked them to come too."

My father pinched my chin and said with a smile: "This is a serious test, it's not that your little girls are messing around with their parents, what are you asking them to do?" A little bit annoyed, besides, telling my companion to be a little girl's mother's mischief, that would call Wan'er to the end, isn't it very serious?My mother seemed to see my dissatisfaction, and beckoned me to sit beside her, put her arms around me and said, "Look well." I had no choice but to sit and eat snacks.

After a while, Li Rui also arrived, and his father sent him to the field without waiting for him to salute, saying, "I haven't asked about your knowledge for a long time, and I don't know what you are doing in Hongwen Hall. I will test you today." Li Rui didn't expect that It happened this time, he looked at me with a sad face, and I also looked at him with a frown, both of them were worried about this test, but he was not good at learning and was afraid of making a fool of himself, but I was complaining for Cui Mingde and the others ——The child prodigy's scientific research is nothing more than posting scriptures. With Cui Mingde's talent, can he still be compared to two young boys?

When the father saw that everyone was here, he nodded to Yang Zigao, and he stood in front and said with a smile: "Today, there are three trials, Fu, Poetry, and Sutra. , Composing poems during the banquet is a test, and the first name will be given to peony, and the scriptures will be pasted after the banquet. Zheng Langjun, Pei Langjun, and Shangguan talents can try three times to post scriptures."

Pasting scriptures is the test of endorsement skills, and it is the easiest of all subjects. The two young scholars didn't have any objections, but Wan'er straightened up and said, "Your Majesty, my concubine, please try Fu and poetry."

As expected, the mother waved her sleeves and said lazily: "Sure." Then she said to several scholars over there: "This talented Shangguan is the daughter of Shangguan Tingzhi and the granddaughter of Shangguanyi." There are a few people who are not well-educated, and there is already a hint of displeasure on their faces, but when they hear that it is Shangguanyi's granddaughter, Fang turns back angry, and looks at Wan'er in a different way.

My father coughed and said, "You don't need to say so much, let's start. Today we are only trying to be quick, and we are limited to one incense stick."

My mother smiled at him, then smiled at those scholars, turned her head and gave Gao Yanfu a wink, Gao Yanfu looked at me, mother smiled, and he went to his mother, who said to him through me : "Check out those people."

Gao Yanfu smiled obsequiously, and stepped back. I stared at my mother dumbfounded, but my mother leisurely picked up a piece of snack and handed it to my mouth. Shaking my head, I stretched out my hand to wipe off the crumbs from my mouth, and suddenly said with a smile: "Would you like to end up doing a fu as well?"

I was about to refuse, but my mother pushed my father and said: "Sanlang, why don't you ask Sizi to go too?"

My father smiled and said, "That's fine." Looking at me, he seemed to have deep meaning and said: "I heard that Sizi is studying with a talented official? I must have made a lot of progress in learning."

I was only in a daze for a moment, my mother had already ordered someone to set up a small table next to the throne, and put another test paper on it, my two good aunts, Princess Qinghe and Princess Xin'an, came over from left to right He took me and sent me to the side of the little table, one took my hand and said: "Sir, write it well, let them see it, the princess of my Tang Dynasty is not inferior to the prince." The other took the scroll I opened the tube, pressed the test paper with a paperweight, and wanted to grind the ink for me again. I was so scared that I quickly refused, and finally invited these two away. The incense of the exam has been lit for a long time.

The Jiaofang played the music of the banquet, and all the uncles and aunts were talking and laughing with their parents and Yan Yan in the music, but I was forced to come over to write a composition.

I dipped a brush of ink sadly, and looked at the title with a sigh, but the line I entered was very familiar. When I looked carefully, it turned out to be the theory my mother asked me to do last time.It’s just that my mother didn’t specify the style at that time, and only forty sentences were enough, but this time she restricted it to be a fu—but it didn’t bother me, Wei Huan had already drafted a parallel essay for me in private, this time There is no limit to the rhyme in the test Fu. If you change the article, it will be easy to read.At that time, I was afraid that my mother would be dissatisfied, so I secretly went to find Cui Mingde who had commented on Wei Huan's essay. The idea is very novel, which is rare at the age of 12.After knowing that it was written by Wei Huan, I was even more surprised. Because she and I were taught by famous teachers since childhood, Wei Huan was self-taught, so although he was one year older than me, it was not easy to compose.I thought Cui Mingde, who was like a banished fairy, should be the type of non-human fireworks. I didn't expect her to make a quick decision when bargaining. At this time, Wei Huan's family background can also be considered, so I can't help but look at her with admiration.

When my father saw that I was slow to write, he coughed lightly and said: "If you can't write an article, you can just write a few sentences. At your age, it is rare to be able to fight neatly."

As soon as I was urged by him, I just remembered to write a fu. Seeing that the incense had been burned halfway, I quickly picked up my pen and wrote it. I could finish the last sentence before the incense burned out. The whole article only changed a few It's just a rhyme allusion.

The music stopped, and everyone stopped writing one after another.But my father didn't ask people to collect the test papers. He only asked people to read them one by one. After reading a few papers, they were not Chinese. When it came to Li Rui's paper, he only heard the opening chapter:

Filial piety moves the sky, and benevolence opens up the sun.

Father frowned and said with a smile: "Not bad."

When I was writing the essay just now, I saw Li Rui’s face beaming with joy. I knew that he must have written this essay before, but for some reason, I felt bored. I looked down at my test paper, picked it up, and crumpled it into a ball. Li Rui was reading complacently. Seeing me like this, he said in astonishment: "Si... what are you doing?"

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on me, I felt more uncomfortable. I lowered my head and said, "I haven't finished writing, and the writing is not good. Don't read it."

My mother raised her hand, and someone took my test paper and handed it to my mother. My mother opened it and looked at it, and said with a smile, "It's well written." It was a few scholars who wanted to see it, and they also praised it one after another. A few people who just disdained to be with Wan'er all said to me, "you are not inferior to a man".

When I heard such praise, I felt more uncomfortable in my heart. I lowered my head and kept looking at my toes.

Mother sighed, called me over, held me in her arms, pressed me against her chest, and said in a very low voice: "Mother, this... I didn't write it."

Mother smiled: "I know, Wei Huan did it for you, and you asked Cui Mingde to correct it."

I looked at her puzzled, but I saw her close to my ear, pretending to tell me a well-known truth like teasing a child: "Aniang's imperial edicts were never written by myself. It was Secretary Lang, and now it is Wan'er."

I was a little anxious, and argued: "This is different." The voice was so loud that my father even looked at it, and smiled helplessly at my mother. My mother pushed him and said, "Sanlang is good at commenting on Fu."

When I turned my head around, Fang pinched my face affectionately, and said with a light smile, "It's nothing different." After speaking, he raised my chin with one hand, told me to turn my head to look at the crowd, and at the same time fed me A piece of snack, smiled and said: "Look at it."