Regent, the princess you found is a treasure

Su Luoxue had just sat down when someone proposed a poetry writing competition on the spot, and specifically asked that the contest must be with Su Luoxue.

The person who proposed the idea was the eldest son of a scholar-official family. He did not attend the lotus-viewing banquet at the Grand Tutor's Mansion last time. Later, when he was drinking with other young masters, one of them mentioned the poetry bet between Su Luoxue and the prince. The prince lost, and this woman composed two quatrains about lotus.

But he didn't believe it, and so did the other young masters who didn't go that day. Even if someone else had copied the poem down, they still felt that Su Luoxue must have plagiarized someone else's, and it couldn't have been written by a woman.

Today is a great opportunity to compete with Su Luoxue, so these gentlemen will naturally not let it go.

So a few of them discussed quietly and decided to compete with Su Luoxue in front of the emperor, the empress, and all the adults at the birthday banquet, so that she would be embarrassed in front of so many people.

Su Luoxue was speechless. Why did everyone have to compete with her? However, if she didn't compete, these people would think she was defeated without a fight.

So she readily agreed. Anyway, she had so many poems by the immortal and saint poets in her mind that she was not afraid at all.

There were more than ten young men who signed up for the competition, but she was the only woman.

Competition rules: There is no limit to the content of the poems or what they describe. Whoever writes more poems and has the highest quality will win.

Xuan Moyin looked at these people coldly, they were all ignorant of the danger. He had read the Three Hundred Tang Poems and Selected Poems of Tang and Song Dynasties in Su Luoxue's room in Su Luoxue's space. He knew that they were full of eternal masterpieces left by poets from dynasties that they had not experienced.

If Su Luoxue casually learned a few of the poems in here, it would shock the entire literary world.

Although this was not written by Su Luoxue herself, these people don’t know it! And this is exactly what Su Luoxue thought.

The emperor ordered people to bring in a dozen desks, and those participating in the competition sat down one by one.

As soon as Eunuch Jiang gave the order, some people started meditating while others had already started writing furiously.

Su Luoxue looked at the young men around her and slowly picked up the pen.

Nan Xiyue was afraid that she would lose, so she anxiously clenched her hands and raised them to her chest. In comparison, Xiao Luobai was much more confident as he believed in Su Luoxue's strength.

Lord and Madam Xiao were the same, they all believed that Su Luoxue would not lose. The most excited one was Old Master Xiao. He didn't know what masterpiece his precious granddaughter would write in the future, but he was sure that his granddaughter would win.

Xiao Luobai saw Nan Xiyue's nervous expression and gave her a reassuring look. Seeing that Xiao Luobai was so confident, Nan Xiyue was no longer so nervous.

Everyone looked towards the field. Someone wrote five poems and then admitted defeat and withdrew. Then, one young master after another admitted defeat and withdrew from the competition. Gradually, only the young man from the scholar-official family and Su Luoxue were left on the field.

The young man had already written 30 poems, including some poems he had written before at home, and he was now out of words in his mind.

He looked up at Su Luoxue in front of him and saw that she was still writing one piece of poetry after another slowly. You have to know that this woman just found out about the poetry competition. How could she keep writing and writing?

In fact, Su Luoxue couldn't memorize so many poems in her mind. She had actually quietly opened the two books of Three Hundred Tang Poems and Tang and Song Dynasty Poetry in her space. She was actually reading and copying at the same time.

The total number of poems in these two books is at least more than a thousand, which is enough for her to copy slowly. It would be an injustice to such famous poets as Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Su Shi, Wang Anshi, etc.

As she copied, she muttered to herself: Dear poets, please don't blame me. I will borrow your words to use in an emergency. Thank you all.

If the young man from the scholar-official family knew that Su Luoxue was copying poems now, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood, because he could not write anymore. He tried his best and wrote 32 poems in total. In the end, he had to throw down his brush and sit back in his seat in disappointment.

And Su Luoxue seemed to have no intention of stopping. Everyone present looked at each other, they were all shocked. Was this Miss Su really writing poetry?

Xuan Jingyu gave Eunuch Jiang a look, and Eunuch Jiang understood. He walked to Su Luoxue's desk, picked up a dozen poems that had already been written, and began to read them one by one.

Jiang Xue:

Thousands of birds and all-rounders.

The lonely boat Yukao Kazane and the snow of the Kangare Kanoe.

Spring:

Shengri seeks Fang's Surabaya coast, the boundless scene is refreshing.

Waiting for leisurely knowledge to gain the east wind side, it is always spring.

Liangzhou Ci:

Grape wine luminous cup, urge you to drink Pipa immediately.

Drunk lying in the battlefield, Lord Grim, a few people have fought back in ancient times.

Boudoir Complaints:

The young woman in the boudoir doesn't know how to worry, she goes to Cuilou with her makeup in spring.

Suddenly I saw the color of the willows on the street, regretting the husband-in-law looking for the title.

Cold Food:

Spring city is everywhere, flowers are flying, cold food is Dongfeng Yuliu oblique.

Candles were passed from the Han Palace at sunset, and light smoke dispersed into the Wuhou family.

Spring Grievance:

The sun sets through the gauze window, and no one in the golden house can see the traces of my tears.

The lonely empty courtyard is late in the spring, and the pear blossoms are all over the place and the door is closed.

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Eunuch Jiang read one poem after another. Some civil servants walked up to him, took the poems he had read, and then passed them around one by one.

Su Luoxue was still sitting there, writing slowly, while people in the hall were passing the sheets around one by one.

Everyone went from disbelief to shock. Even those military generals who had no knowledge of poetry could feel that these poems were so good that ordinary people could not write them, let alone civil officials who were scholars.

They read the poem on the paper over and over again: Old vines, old trees, crows, small bridges, flowing water, people's homes. I wish to be a pair of wings in the sky, and a pair of branches on the ground. There is also this sentence: The setting sun and the lone wild goose fly together, and the autumn water and the sky are the same color. It's so beautiful, these poems are really beautiful.

Old Master Xiao was even more excited and proud, and his hands holding the paper were shaking slightly.

Everyone present looked at the petite, even thin 16-year-old girl in the middle of the hall. If they had not seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that these poems were written by this girl.

Finally, Su Luoxue stopped and put down the brush in her hand. Her hands were sore from writing.

She rubbed her sore wrist and said, "Forget it. I'm tired from writing today and don't want to write anymore."

Everyone: I’m dizzy!

Prince Xuan Haotian looked at Su Luoxue, wondering if this was really the idiot-like eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion? Wasn't she useless and incompetent?

That time at the lotus viewing banquet at the Grand Tutor's Mansion, she defeated him with two poems. He was actually still very unconvinced in his heart. But what happened today? She actually wrote so many poems at once, and in front of everyone. She couldn't have cheated.

Finally, Eunuch Jiang counted and found that Su Luoxue had written a total of 100 poems, and each one of them was a beautiful line that would be passed down through the ages.

The young masters who challenged Su Luoxue also sat in their seats with pale faces. They never expected that Su Luoxue could write so many masterpieces in such a short time and without any preparation.

What Su Luoxue didn't know was that the one hundred poems she copied today were later hand-copied by many scholars and students and widely circulated among the people.