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The emperor laughed heartily, "Hahaha, good, Lord Song is indeed worthy of being my Cangwu's most talented person."

The Grand Princess: How did he become a top talent? Isn't the winner still undecided? Is the Emperor a bit biased?

At the men's section, when the son-in-law Sima Qin heard that the emperor had arrived, he led a group of people to kowtow across the flowers.

The visitors included several princes, the Imperial College's chief academic officer, and several Imperial College doctors. They were all blocked from the chrysanthemum bushes by Eunuch Hai.

"There's a poetry contest going on inside, so please feel free to do as you please, gentlemen."

Everyone had no choice but to stand outside the flowers and listen to the noise inside.

The Queen smiled and said, "Then I will also pose a question. Ladies, just look at the scenery of the garden and write a poem."

The eldest princess snorted coldly. This emperor and empress are really interesting. It sounds nice, just a poem, but in fact it is a free point question.

Chen Yaer wrote another poem about chrysanthemums.

"The cold wind blows, the leaves turn yellow, and the flowers fall. The whole garden is filled with chrysanthemums that emit fragrance. Don't say that there is no beauty in the world, only the fragrance of chrysanthemums spreads everywhere."

Because there was Song Jinxiu's poem before it, this poem is not very outstanding.

Just at this moment, a white-haired gardener was watering a white chrysanthemum. Song Jinxiu smiled. Since it was appropriate to the occasion, then,

She waved her hand:

"The whole garden is filled with golden chrysanthemums, but in one stands a solitary clump, its colour like frost. It is like today's feast, with an old man in his gray hair joining the youth."

Alas! There is no way. China has a 5,000-year-old culture, and there are so many poems and songs that a poem to suit the occasion can pop up in the blink of an eye.

Everyone took a breath and their eyes changed when they looked at Song Jinxiu.

If the first song was prepared in advance, how do you explain this one?

This scene is not suitable for the poems prepared in advance.

It seems that Dr. Song is indeed quite talented.

I’m afraid Chen Yaer won’t be able to keep the title of talented woman this year.

A person who has a skill is a capable person, but a person who can write and calculate is a truly talented woman.

"Okay, this poem is indeed appropriate for the occasion. My dear Minister Song wins. Does my sister have any objection?" The emperor was in a good mood and made the final decision with a wave of his hand.

The eldest princess glared at the gardener. Why is he causing trouble at this time?

She remained noncommittal and smiled, saying, "To appreciate chrysanthemums, one must naturally drink chrysanthemum wine. Now that I've written about chrysanthemums, shouldn't I write about wine?"

Humph! Girls all like flowers, and it's normal to have a few chrysanthemum poems, but wine is an exception.

Wine is the flame in the cup that burns your body, and sex is the knife that cuts your heart. Men love wine and sex, but most women hate them.

Today, she's going to do the opposite and ask the girls to write about their least favorite wine. I want to see how she cheats.

The corners of Chen Yaer's mouth twitched. Most of the poems she had prepared were about praising chrysanthemums, but she had not prepared any about writing about wine.

But she considers herself a talented woman, and even writing about wine is not a problem for her.

She gently waved her silk sleeves, held the pen in one hand, and held up her skirt with the other, and wrote:

"The wind stops and the clouds hide, reflecting the moonlight. The night is hazy and the sky is getting cooler. I drink a pot of white dew wine, and the red chrysanthemums bloom for ten miles!"

The eldest princess smiled and nodded. "Well, she is indeed the most talented woman in the capital. She is quick-witted and the wine and chrysanthemums are also suitable for the occasion. It seems that Miss Chen has won this round. Right? Royal brother?"

The emperor was in a good mood today. He didn't expect that Song Jinxiu was not only a good student, but also knew how to write poetry.

Moreover, the poem just now was very well written. With just a few strokes, it described the scene of the white-haired gardener tending to the white chrysanthemums.

This child is full of surprises!

Therefore, he did not care about winning or losing the next game. Even if he lost, it would not matter. He just knew that his beloved Song was talented. She did not make a living by writing poetry.

Seeing that Song Jinxiu was still in deep thought, he didn't say anything.

The eldest princess said, "I don't think she can do it. She must have memorized the two poems beforehand. After all, who wouldn't be able to recite two chrysanthemum poems when attending my chrysanthemum viewing banquet?"

Now, once the subject matter is changed, it becomes clear whether one has real talent or not."

"Song Jinxiu, if you can't write it, just admit defeat. We are still waiting to see you slap us in the face," said Princess Kangning.

"Yes, my maid is always here to help you, Song Jinxiu, do you want her to help you?"

The emperor frowned. How could his beloved minister Song be slapped in the face?

The queen smiled and patted the emperor's hand, whispering, "Your Majesty, please be patient, the winner is not yet decided!" She saw the little girl smile cunningly.

Song Jinxiu smiled. Admit defeat? Is that possible?

She lifted a glass of wine and said in a clear voice: "The wine of the chrysanthemum garden is fine and beautiful, like tulips, and the amber light is poured into the jade bowl. If the host can make the guests drunk, they will not know where they are."

Everyone was amazed when they heard Song Jinxiu recite this poem.

"I didn't expect Dr. Song to be able to produce such poetry. Young people are truly formidable!"

The Imperial College's chief academic officer also sighed inwardly, "No wonder the Emperor likes her. Who wouldn't like such a talented young person who can write and calculate?"

Song Jinxiu raised her glass to the emperor and said, "Your Majesty, drinking wine is actually a matter of meaning. Drink different wines for different occasions."

"Oh? Lord Song, tell me, is there any difference in drinking this?"

The Grand Princess: "Your Majesty, the competition isn't over yet?"

The emperor waved his hand and said, "That's all right. Let the girl write first. Lord Song, you can do your thing."

Everyone: Your beloved Song is one of the parties involved in the competition, right? Your Majesty, are you sure this is for your beloved Song's own good?

Chen Yaer bit her lip and sneered, "Hmph! You're just being mysterious. Just keep chatting about your things. When I write a poem that's better than yours, I'll see how you can cheat in front of so many people."

Even if the emperor is biased, this slap will definitely be given!

Song Jinxiu laughed, took two steps, pointed to the sky and said: "The first one is to toast yourself when drinking alone under the moon.

A pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone, without a companion. I raise my cup to invite the bright moon, and my shadow and I become three people.

"What a good poem," the Imperial College's chief academic officer, who was hiding among the chrysanthemums, couldn't help but praise it.

The emperor looked at Song Jinxiu with great interest. "This is first, what about second?"

Second, Song Jinxiu raised her glass again and said:

"The second is to raise a glass to a friend from afar, to express longing, to meet again, and to bid farewell."

The emperor drank with great interest, "Oh? Tell me about it. I will use this poem of yours to accompany the wine, to celebrate our reunion and farewell."

Song Jinxiu laughed heartily and said cheerfully, "Your Majesty, drink slowly. I will explain it to you in detail."

Everyone: I know you two are close, so stop being sentimental and start reciting poetry!

Song Jinxiu smiled, her voice clear and pleasant:

"A cup of wine in the spring breeze, a lamp for ten years in the night rain.

This glass of wine can make a friend miss you for ten years. It’s really good wine!

She praised herself, and without waiting for anyone to respond, she continued:

"You read books and get drunk, sing to the wine, but forced happiness is tasteless. Your clothes are getting loose, but you never regret it, you are becoming haggard for her.

If we don't meet in this life, we will be as far apart as the sun and the moon. What night is this again? Let us share this candlelight.

We will meet again soon.

It is the golden autumn with beautiful scenery, and I meet you again when the chrysanthemums are in bloom. Ten years have passed since we met, and now we have shared a cup of wine together. When an old friend sees me, his brows light up.

Song Jinxiu sighed and said, "Since there is a meeting, there is also a separation.

The sadness of parting with you, the feeling of old friends at sunset. A true friend is always there, a world away.

I urge you to drink another cup of wine. West of Yangguan Pass, there are no old friends. Don't worry about having no close friends on the road ahead. Who in the world doesn't recognize you?

The people in the chrysanthemum bushes looked at each other in bewilderment, especially those from the Imperial College.

The Prince Consort said, "Dr. Song is really eloquent."

Everyone: Isn't that a perfect verse? Every line could be immortalized!