The Power of the First Daughter, Doctor and Concubine Dominates the World

  Chapter 243 Plagiarism

Xiao Changxuan's words also let Xue Wanqing see the vitality. You can't just look at the two sides of anything. If you lose the east corner, you will gain the Sangyu. Although she did not take advantage of the Xiangyun paper, since the emperor is here, she must not let it go. This is a great opportunity.

She ordered the maid in pink clothes to bring pens and ink, walked up to Xiao Changxuan, and said with a blessing, "Your Highness, the fourth prince, Wanqing has a good poem. I originally wanted to take this opportunity to send it to the emperor together with Xiangyun paper as a congratulations." At present, Wanqing's handwriting is really hard to come by, can I ask His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince to give me the pen and ink?"

   It was a great honor for Xiao Changxuan to be favored by Xue Wanqing. He stood up quickly, and the young man was still a little at a loss, "Please!"

  Xiao Changxuan stood behind the case, holding a pen, full of ink, only listening to Xue Wanqing, ""Qingping Le Painting Hall Morning":

  Wake up in the painting hall in the morning, come to report the snowfall”

  The opening chapter is very impressive, the emperor's spirit froze when he heard it, and he couldn't help but said to Lu Yan, "Not bad!"

  Xie Zhiwei also couldn't believe it, why didn't he know that Xue Wanqing had such a good attainment in poetry before?

  Everyone also sat upright, listening to Xue Wanqing chanting,

   "Looking at Jiarui with a high roller shutter,

  Beautiful color is far away from the courtyard.

  Arrogance and light draw smoke from the furnace,

  Su Cao Han Sheng Yu Pei.

  It should be the drunkenness of the angels,

   Crushed the white clouds indiscriminately. "

When Xue Wanqing recited "Heavenly Immortals Drunk", she stretched her hand towards the emperor, and everyone saw the emperor. At this moment, everyone could no longer pretend not to know each other, so everyone had to stand up, Kneel down, Shan Hu long live.

  The emperor was very excited. He looked at Xue Wanqing in surprise, "Miss Xue, did you write this poem yourself?"

   "If you go back to the emperor, it's the minister's daughter who saw the emperor for a moment, and was blessed with this poem for a moment. If you don't do it well, please forgive me!"

   Xue Wanqing knelt on the ground, lowered her head, and laughed uncontrollably. She said "you didn't do well" but she was really proud of it. If it was not good, there would be nothing good in five thousand years since ancient times.

  Shou Kangdi is not an ignorant person, dare to say it is not good?

  Emperor Shoukang did not feel bad. The emperor had read many famous poems throughout the ages, but he had never heard such majestic and imposing words.

  The emperor only felt that the blood in his body was boiling. He had heard too many praises, but no one had ever written an article that was so beautiful, so magnificent, and so won his heart.

For a while, the emperor even liked Xiao Changxuan, who was holding the pen for Xue Wanqing, and asked Xiao Changxuan to bring the word over in person. He asked Lu Yan to unfold it with him, read carefully, tasted it, and asked Lu Yan, "Ah Yan, look How about the word?"

"I didn't expect Miss Xue to be so talented, and the style of her poems could be very different. According to Chen, there are thousands of talents in Dayong, and no one can match Miss Xue. I still remember the song "Autumn Window and Rainy Night". The grievances, artistic conception and poems in it are really wonderful!"

  Xie Zhiwei understood what Lu Yan meant. How can a person compose poems with completely different artistic conception and lyrics at the same time?

   It's just that they have never seen even similar poems, and they have no reason to question Xue Wanqing.

   "Hahaha, you still know the goods!" The emperor gestured to put the poem away, and asked Xue Wanqing, "Can you sing this poem? Sing it for me!"

Xue Wanqing knelt on the ground, raised her head, and looked at Xie Zhiwei, "If you go back to the emperor, please forgive me for belittling myself. In fact, when it comes to playing the piano and singing, my lady is really not as good as my eldest cousin. Your majesty, please issue an order to let me know." The court lady's eldest cousin played."

   "Presumptuous!"

  Lu Yan's soft voice suddenly sounded in the hall. He was very measured, and he only reprimanded Xue Wanqing, "Resisting the decree and not obeying it, swaying the holy will, who gave you such courage?"

  The emperor's face also became gloomy. He looked at Xue Wanqing who was kneeling on the ground in a dim manner, and couldn't help but think that this woman made a fake white tiger last time. This matter is not over yet. This woman is indeed a little too courageous.

   Actually dared to help him with ideas.

  Only today, in front of so many people, this woman wrote a song of praise, and the emperor couldn't turn his face on the spot.

"Lord Lu, Miss Xue is young and ignorant, and she doesn't know etiquette. She didn't intend to resist the order. She just suggested that the father let Miss Xie play this song, and she definitely didn't mean to influence the holy will. Please, Lord Lu I will count."

Xiao Changxuan hurriedly stood up, he only thought that Xue Wanqing was her lucky star, this time, she asked her to write this song "Qingping Le Painting Hall Morning Rise", the father seemed very happy, just take it out for appreciation in the future, see the above Words, you can think of him.

Xie Zhiwei took a deep look at Xiao Changxuan, she stood up, walked up to the emperor, and said, "Your Majesty, this poem is magnificent and magnificent. It reads like a rolling river, descending vertically from the sky. My daughter thinks , This good poem should be matched with good characters, the court lady suggested that all the princes and princesses present here today should copy it for the emperor, and the emperor can choose the best ones and reward them, and the bad ones will be encouraged."

  Xiao Changxuan was furious at her glance, and said dissatisfiedly, "Duan Xian, what do you mean, my words are not eye-catching?"

"Your Highness, why do you want to belittle yourself?" Xie Zhiwei returned Xue Wanqing's words to Xiao Changxuan, "How about you, don't you all know after a test? Could it be that Your Highness is afraid that we will surpass His Highness in words, so he dare not let me wait in front of the Emperor show it?"

  Yuan Jia echoed from the side, "Father, my son's handwriting is very beneficial, and my son is willing to copy it for my father. 'It should be the gods who got drunk and smashed the white clouds'. Let's see my father!"

She made some gags and made the emperor, who was already very complacent, laugh happily, and waved her hand, "Okay, today, all of you, copy it for me. There will be a reward for each person, and a copy will be bound into a book. Existing in this Orchid House, it will be a good story in the future."

The maids of Youlanju got busy, moving out the desks one by one, with pens, inks, papers and inkstones all ready, some girls and young masters who did not have confidence in their own handwriting gathered around to watch, those who had confidence in themselves and wanted to stand in front of the emperor Those who showed it, naturally took up a pen and prepared.

Xie Zhiwei took a large wolf brush and stood in front of a piece of cedar fragrant cloud paper about three feet long and one foot wide. Licking the inkstone.

   "The words of the big princess are really imposing, and they match the artistic conception of this poem very well!"

   "Miss Cao finished writing, she is so beautiful, I am afraid it took a lot of effort to put in small letters with hairpin flowers."

   "County Master Huihe's calligraphy is so good, I didn't expect it to be so good. It is written in Xingkai, with Zhao Mengfu's demeanor, almost reaching his essence."

  …

Xie Zhiwei's pen fell on the Xuefeng paper, Xu Liang stood behind her, staring at her pen closely, stroke by stroke, the brushwork was unrestrained, continuous and unpredictable, but the rhythm was clear, although Xu Liang I don't know a single word, but I can still see the majestic aura of this rushing thousands of miles.

   "What did Miss Xie write?"

  I don’t know who said a word, and everyone gathered around to watch. Seeing Xie Zhiwei’s handwriting was flying, and his expression was free, every word was completed in one stroke; the whole poem was portrayed vividly and vividly.

"good!"

When he finished writing, the emperor gave a big praise. He stepped forward and read the words word by word. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really couldn't believe that such a handwriting was written by a little girl who was less than eleven years old. The hand is majestic and unrestrained, unsurpassed and beautiful, unrivaled.

   The first update!

   It was finally released, the words were changed, "Qingping Le Painting Hall Morning Rising"—by Tang, poet sage Li Bai.