"Zhang Yuanzhi? Do you know Zhang Yuanzhi?" The emperor looked at Ye Qiqi with a surprised expression and asked.
"Uh... this..." Ye Qiqi was stunned for a moment, looking at the shocked expression on the emperor's face, and said to her heart, no, is Grandpa Yuanzhi a very famous person? Otherwise, why does his majesty sound so excited?
She was standing still, looking at the emperor sitting in the main hall, hesitated for a moment, then shook her head and said: "I... don't know him..."
"You don't know him? Didn't you call him grandpa just now?" The emperor looked at her with some confusion and asked.
"You can't say you don't know him..." Ye Qiqi stammered and said to the emperor: "He... isn't he a good writer of poems? I... Well, I have read his collection of poems, uh... so , when I was reading his collection of poems, I asked my dad who he was talking about, and my dad said he was Zhang Yuanzhi’s grandfather.”
"Oh... I see..." The emperor couldn't help but feel a little disappointed after hearing her words.
It turned out that this little girl saw Poet Sage's poems when she was reading, and then went to ask Prime Minister Ye. When Prime Minister Ye introduced Senior Poet Sage, in terms of seniority, he could indeed be Ye Qiqi's grandfather.
It's a pity, it's a pity. I heard that the poet Zhang Yuanzhi has faded away from the world for a long time. Nowadays, his poems can be said to be extremely difficult to find.
If this little girl really knew Zhang Yuanzhi, she might even be able to get a good piece of writing.
but…
The emperor looked at Ye Qiqi, who was standing in the hall with a pretty face, and showed a kind smile to her and asked: "Little girl, do you really like reading?"
"Me?" Ye Qiqi pointed to her nose, then shook her head and said, "I don't like reading, but my father... ahem, my father insists on forcing me to read. In fact, I prefer to go out and play."
"Well, haha." After hearing her answer, the emperor couldn't help laughing. He turned his head and smiled at the empress dowager sitting next to him: "Sure enough, he is still a child."
"Yes." After hearing Ye Qiqi's answer, the Queen Mother couldn't help but cover her mouth with her sleeves and smile.
Even the masters couldn't help but smile and shake their heads after hearing Ye Qiqi's straightforward answer.
Mo Hanqing's dark and deep eyes fell on Ye Qiqi, with a touch of tenderness in his eyes.
It turned out that Ye Qiqi, whom he liked, was not only powerful in martial arts, but also had such outstanding literary talent.
"Very good, very good." The emperor kept nodding his head, saying "very good". He didn't know if he was talking about the girls who came to participate in the concubine selection, or he was talking about Ye Qiqi.
After the first round of poetry, eight people were eliminated directly.
Of the twenty-three, only fifteen remained.
The eight people who were eliminated were taken directly out of the palace under the guidance of the inner prison.
After Eunuch Su waited for all those people to leave, he stood on a high place and continued to announce: "For the second round of competition, all girls, look at the pens, inks, papers and inkstones in front of you. Please draw a picture with the theme of 'Dream'." Ink painting. Time is a stick of incense."
After Eunuch Su announced the topic of the competition, all the girls were stunned.
Dream
Ink painting
What do you mean, do you want them to paint their dreams, or do you want them to make the paintings as beautiful as dreams
This question is too vague.