"Your Majesty, this is the best choice for this morning literary meeting."

The inner garden envoy Mu Haogu respectfully said:

The so-called comments are just to determine the ranking of the master and slave from the shortlisted works selected by Cao Hongyao. As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. This principle is no exception for women. Being able to get an evaluation through the origin of the royal palace’s back house is also a matter of rushing to attract people.

Although the prizes are all handmade small items such as hairpins, bracelets, sachets, smoked balls, silk bags, etc., these prizes with special inscriptions themselves represent a kind of affirmation and encouragement. They can not only promote more women to do things, or work hard to learn and improve themselves by themselves, but also be of great benefit to their daily situation and future career.

Even if someone is really inconvenient to show up due to traditional habits, a mother who works hard to improve herself or masters certain skills in the family is also a potential long-term benefit that is very beneficial to the next generation. This is also the reason why the back home needs to organize similar activities regularly to lead the fashion and dominate the corresponding learning trends.

Therefore, in addition to the poetry, literary gatherings, and expos of famous attractions and historical sites in traditional festivals, there are also some more professional female singers, cooking, tea tasting, calligraphy, painting, instrumental music and other interests in the corresponding fields. Of course, as the saying goes: everything is inferior, but only reading is high. The most popular and sought after is naturally the chanting meetings of various poetry, songs and essays.

Although there are still a considerable number of people who have impure motives, or they are encouraged by the fathers and elders behind them, and want to get such an opportunity to show their face. If they can get a ranking and have a chance to meet in person, that would be even better. (Zhou Huaian was filled with mixed feelings and felt helpless: I want to support you, but you thought about sleeping and waiting for me to seek wealth and prosperity for the family.)

"This song "Snow Fragrance" seems to be good..."

Afterwards, Zhou Huaian checked and compared several letters one after another, and suddenly took out a poem written on Xue Tao's paper and recited it out:

"The plum blossoms are unwilling to be by the spring light, and they are facing the bright sunshine in the deep winter.

The dragon flute blows the moon in the distance, and the Yan Hairpin tests the makeup of the Han Palace for the first time.

Although the wind is violent and adds thoughts, the snow wants to invade even more and more fragrant.

You should laugh at the moment when peach and plum trees are temporarily, and you will steal the harmony of the sky and make the fragrance of the year."

"This is the sister of Han (王) Zuoji, and where is the little girl who is about thirteen years old?"

Mu Haogu took a look and replied neatly:

"I have such talent at the age of thirteen... Does the old Han family still have this kind of background?"

Zhou Huaian's expression became a little subtle. This was an age that happened to be stuck on the "starting in three years, with the highest life" online, but it was already a bit of the contemporary Huajian style represented by the Korean style in the future.

"This little girl's appearance and demeanor are indeed a kind of family background..."

Mu Haogu also said without moving traces:

"Then I will give you the title of this time, and I will give you a pair of armbands and a collection of women's poetry selections in history. Let's see you as usual..."

When Zhou Huaian heard this, he became somewhat curious.

"Have you seen the lady Qingluo"

At this time, the sound of the jingling of the ringing bells came from outside, as well as the sound of whispering and singing. Then, Li Qingluo, who was the first to follow her as a maid, was wearing a pomegranate-colored pleated skirt in her home style, and walked in with a tray in her hand, and said softly:

"Langjun, Nunu has recently used Huainan prescriptions and new ingredients to try this five-color bait (rice cake).. Please taste one or two?"

"Okay! A Luo is here just right, so stay here to meet with me!"

Zhou Huaian also said happily: Then, he lit a piece of cake that was cut from the tray and turned into a colorful roll, put it in his mouth and savored it for a while, and then waved his hand to Qingluo who wanted to stop talking:

"Let me guess what's the quality of it."

"Well, there is apricot and cheese soup, peach kernel crisp, candied date puree, and roasted chestnuts..."

At this time, Mu Haogu's feminine voice came from outside again:

"Your Madam Han has already heard it..."

"Jiyue has seen the king... I only wish to live forever for thousands of years and blessings."

After a while, as a girl who was so petite and delicate at this age walked into the hall, he checked his hands and gave a blessing gift; and even Qingluo, who was feeding next to him, couldn't help but let out a whisper.

I saw her dressed in a red and black shiro dress, which set off her beautiful bright eyes, white teeth and snowy skin; her eyes that were particularly large and flexible, with exquisite cherry lips and slender jaws, highlighting her well-behaved and soft temperament and posture, and she looked more like a beautiful girl coming out of the second dimension.

On her head, which was not much decorated, she only tied into two long black satin hair with thin silver rings and red silk flowers, which immediately grabbed Zhou Huaian's cuteness about the twin ponytails. With a little awe and expectation, her long eyelashes fluttered in the flowing waves, there was a faint comfort that seemed to comfort her heart with a slender hand.

Although I have seen many spring flowers and autumn moons at home, I still feel a little ignorant and amazed. This is really a beauty who I am pitiful. I don’t know what kind of special color it will turn into when I grow up in the future. Well, Zhou Huaian can also be sure that this person may have some background of impure motivation behind him, right?

However, no matter how motives are impure, Zhou Huaian will not deliberately reject the aesthetics of beautiful things and the pleasing sensory enjoyment. He smiled slightly and said with a little meaning:

"The light wind and clear moon? Behind the snow, everything is clear, and the heart is as swaying as the bright moon; it is really as the name of people..."

However, the most famous saying of "Bright Wind and Clear Moon" is Huang Tingjian of the Song Dynasty. "Yuzhang Collection·Preface to the Poems of Lianxi": "Zhou Maoshu Chongling has a very high character and a lofty mind, like the bright wind and clear moon." But he didn't expect that in this era, it was still from the Han family in Changli.

"Thank you for your comments... The little girl is not very frightened..."

Han Jiyue couldn't help but thank her happily: but her shy and tender look with her eyes, clenched her fists and held her heart, makes people feel that she seems easy to bully and tease. Coupled with her petite and lovely appearance, she also makes people have a natural desire for protection.

"This is what you deserve...but don't know what you learn at home?"

Zhou Huaian asked with a little curiosity:

"The king, except for the old dynasty's "Women's Rules" and "Women's Training", they are all miscellaneous books that are not on the table..."

Han Jiyue then plucked up the courage to think about it:

"I just followed several brothers in the clan in my early years and got involved in some poetry and art."

"Just being contaminated, you have this kind of talent, and it is also a rare handsome man in the world... Let's sit down and talk."

Zhou Huaian smiled to show his relief:

After she sat on the corner of an embroidered stake, Zhou Huaian continued:

"I have always had clear rewards and punishments; if you have such talent, you can naturally consider doing things, and age is not a problem. Are you interested in teaching others?"

"Little girl, I didn't think so. But my brother asked me to show my face and just want to continue to go to school after I look back."

Han Jiyue pinched her hands shyly and said:

"You are a honest child!"

When Zhou Huaian heard this, he felt a little better for her senses.

"Then do you have any plans and wishes for the direction of entering the school? Maybe I can fulfill it."

"The little girl's heart...wish, there is one..."

Hearing this, she suddenly became more shy and shy, and said intermittently:

"I often hear the king's poems in my hometown, which have the great wishes of heaven and earth, and the great scenery of the country and the country; I always sigh... Now I am fortunate to be respected, and I hope the king can appreciate one or two of the ink treasures..."

"this...."

Zhou Huaian was surprised. He was planning to ask for an autograph at this time? But he was secretly a little funny and contented. He plagiarized many famous works from later generations, and he could even plagiarize potential wild fans. Qingluo, who had never spoken and served as the background, smiled and handed over a meaningful look of praise.

But she had a vague feeling that the back house, which had been unmoving in the past few years, may have a chance to add a new member. The next moment, Han Jiyue lowered her head and took out a booklet from her waist bracelet, and came forward with her hands down. Zhou Huaian took it and opened it and took a look. The beautiful handwriting of the melodious copy was all the poems she had written over the years.

"A Luo, prepare the pen and ink for me..."

Zhou Huaian immediately instructed: After all, with the help of the self-equipped auxiliary system, he has gone from the hard work of calligraphy that trembled shortly after holding a brush to the expert level of writing casually in printed characters. Although he cannot help but lose his square and meticulous craftsmanship, he can also be used as his personal feature.

After Qingluo took the order and left, Zhou Huaian couldn't help but secretly scanned the whole body from head to toe. Although it was a petite and delicate look, there was still some material under the wide skirt. Although it was not yet a question about Tong Yan Juru, compared with her peers of her age and the trends that she would grow up in the future, she still had considerable expectations.

"You are afraid that there will be no female school school book or female school book during the heyday of the Tang Dynasty... "

As soon as the word "Tang Dynasty" appeared, Han Jiyue's temperament changed in an instant, and her eyes suddenly turned into some strange dark red. It was like a harmless little rabbit, a kind and charming little rabbit, suddenly turned into a sharp blade full of sharpness and intimidation. I saw a slender little hand tucking her waist, and several more spikes appeared in the gap between her fingers.

"ah..."

But when she saw the concubine who had passed by Bimo, she suddenly exclaimed with a complex expression of strangeness and surprise; but she didn't have much fear or fear, but she even had a trace of pity. However, Han Jiyue had no time to think about it anymore. She threw the spiked steel spikes in her hand at her without hesitation, but she bit her hair and backhanded and then picked up the belt, and suddenly turned into a pair of short thin blades and trampled on her body.

The next moment, she was like a wall rushing in the air, and was beaten hard by some whistling force in an instant, and fell out again and hit a screen fan and curtain and other household items.

After a mouthful of blood was squirting out, Han Jiyue, who was rolling up, noticed that in the seemingly empty air behind the man, there was something transparent and slowly squirming. The steel thorns she threw were actually fixed several feet in front of the man out of thin air, and then they fell to the ground one by one.

"Demon...Demon..."

Han Jiyue couldn't help but feel frightened like a falling ice cellar. The next moment, she held the remaining thin blade without hesitation, turned around like a phantom, and in a blink of an eye, she went around to the back of Zhou Huaian, waved her hand and stabbed again; this time he could never go down again. Because she suddenly lost the power that could support her body, and her whole body was imprisoned and hung out of thin air.

"I'm completely different from each other. Is this the method of transferring souls (sperm cultivation) of the Assassin Family? But I don't know which lineage you belong to?"

The man looked at her with a look that almost dissected the person, and said with a slight surprise:

When Han Jiyue heard this, she still described her pupils suddenly contracted with difficulty, and her heart fell like a tsunami. She had been trying hard to imitate and practice for several years, and lived in the Han group for a while before she could find such an opportunity.

"No matter who sent you, I will thank him!"

Speaking of this, the man who was squirming with an indescribable object behind him showed an evil smile and said:

"I sent me a good experimental material that is not so easy to use and break. It's still a luoli that turns red-eyed when I get excited. It's so wonderful."

Then, a feeling of cold and slippery circling like a snake began to slowly explore her clothes, and then continued to penetrate into the most private parts inside her; carefully, they often searched again and again, and then stripped off the clothes one by one.

The next moment, Han Jiyue fainted completely in a state of anger and shamelessness. This was just a matter of lightning. Then she was summoned by Zhou Huaian, and the nearby guards hurried into the hall to clean up the mess.

——I am the dividing line—

In Xingyuan Prefecture and Nanzheng City, there was already a Shura field with blood flowing into a river. Especially in the squares and halls of celebration banquets, hundreds of generals and school leaders led by the Shang clan and the township party were almost drunk and drunk, and they were almost killed one by one without much resistance.

Therefore, even if some soldiers in the military camp were awakened and wanted to resist stubbornly under the leadership of the left-behind generals, they could no longer change and save the overall situation of the dust settled when the dragons were without leaders.
Chapter completed!