After the child's mind was read, the tyrant caught the male queen with a black face

Qi Yue continued: "It is used to pour wine. Pei Yong named it and wrote a poem for the wine pot. Ah! Fine wine, one drop, two drops, three or four drops, fall into the purple flowers and become invisible..."

All the civil and military officials in the court turned into beaded eyes at the same time: ...

Yuan Ruan's eyes widened, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: [Hiss... Wait, this is familiar... Could this Pei Yong be the person in charge of Liulichang? Pei Langjun?! ]

System: [Yes, it’s him.]

Yuan Ruan covered his face: [Ah... a month or two has passed, and there is really not much improvement. Tong'er, how is the level of other people's inscriptions? ]

At this time, Qi Yue had already begun to introduce the second exhibit.

System: [Let me take a look... Uh, for example, the second exhibit, the Feitian Cup, has the inscription "From a distance, the cup is flying in the sky; from close up, the cup is flying in the sky...", and the third exhibit, the dressing box that Qi Yue mentioned, has the inscription "Colored bead box, bright beads, the beads in the colored bead box are bright."...]

Everyone's pupils shrank, and then shrank again.

The Minister of War couldn't help but cover his mouth and complain: "This is too bad."

The Minister of Rites looked at the Minister of War in surprise and whispered, "Did you hear all that?"

Minister of War: ...

Yuanruan's chubby little face was trembling slightly. Even if her literary literacy was very poor, she knew that these poems could not be considered good.

Yuanruan covered her face with her hands: [I am worried that if people see these poems, these beautiful colored glass crafts will not be sold. ]

Everyone nodded frantically in their hearts: Yes! After hearing these poems, they suddenly felt that they had no worldly desires.

Among them, Qi Yue had the calmest expression and continued to introduce the exhibits.

The system quickly comforted him: [Ah Ruan, it's okay. These are the worst ones. The rest are pretty good... Look at this description of the glass plate, 'The moon borrows the glass to reveal the jade plate...' The rest is pretty good.]

Yuanruan breathed a sigh of relief.

She originally thought that if the writing was very poor, then the plan of having students write inscriptions would be suspended. After all, there were still many opportunities for students to make money in Taixue and Yuanxue.

But now there are some good works among the students, so she decided to keep them, but optimize them a little so that they can be of a certain level.

The system suddenly said: [Aruan, actually I wanted to ask before, why did you think of letting students write poems for glass in exchange for money? Exchange knowledge for money, give them a little self-esteem and confidence as scholars? ]

Yuan Ruan smiled: [Hahaha, actually I just came up with this idea on the spur of the moment. There are reasons you guessed. But then...]

After a pause, Yuan Ruan continued: [I think that students writing inscriptions may not necessarily create value. Because the value of all handicrafts not only includes the quality, craftsmanship, time, etc. of the craftsmanship itself, but also the humanistic stories behind it. For example, there are four glasses with similar craftsmanship. One glass has a powerful official participating in the production of the inscription, one glass has a small official writing a poem that has been passed down through the ages, and one glass has a tragic story. The last glass has nothing. So, which one has higher value? ...]

The civil officials' eyes lit up: !!!

Oh my god, the little state teacher is right!

Not only will the objects be more valuable, but the people who leave their names behind will also be remembered for generations to come, right?! This is a perfect complement to each other!

If we write better poetry, then we will have more chances.

The civil officials once again looked at the exhibits held by the palace maids, and felt that their ideas were flowing and they could speak out the next second.

System: [Right, right, right! It would be more different if there was some story value. It's just that the probability of these students becoming high-ranking officials or great talents is a bit low. It's better to let the children of aristocratic families come, at least a large number of powerful officials can emerge.]

The courtiers who were about to nod suddenly froze:...

Slander! Who dares to be a powerful official in Daxia?