The maid did not dare to question her, and explained carefully, "Two groups of men and women recite poems in pairs, and the one with the best poem is selected and elected as the top poet. This is a tradition passed down by Mo Ting for hundreds of years."
It turns out that was the case. She understood and asked with a smile, "Is there any prize?"
The stimulation of prizes will make people motivated. Otherwise, who would be willing to write those sour poems?
"Uh, this..." the maid scratched her head and explained with gleaming eyes, "Winning the first prize is a matter of honor for one's ancestors. Men can be selected among the hundreds of officials and become famous all over the world. Women can marry into the royal family. The husband
You can choose your own son-in-law.”
Aorong opened her mouth in surprise. She wasn't interested in the first part, but she was so interested in the second part. "Wow, there is such a thing? Can you just pick anyone? The prince is also okay? Can the prince accept it?"
If this is true, all those unmarried girls may have committed their lives to study poetry, just hoping to marry into a wealthy family and live a life of superiority.
She suddenly thought that the girls in the Fang family had very heavy homework on weekdays, especially poetry. They had to learn poetry from the age of three or four, so they were prepared for times like this.
It's no wonder that the children of the aristocratic families who came to visit the Fang family that day were all able to recite poems and write poems. It turns out that the folk customs are like this, no wonder!
The maid nodded affirmatively, "Of course, this is how the prince's concubines came, and they don't have to be the main wife."
The implication is that the winner can choose a husband, but there is no fixed number of concubines for the main wife.
But this alone is enough to make everyone delve into poetry like crazy. As for men, the more women the better. If a talented beauty comes to your door, how can you refuse?
Aorong's eyes lit up when he heard this. He had to take part in such a fun thing, and he didn't know who would win the title of Poet Master this year?
"How to participate? Are there any conditions?" Her mind wandered. How about she join in and have fun? Just pick one of the poems by celebrities and it's enough to play around with this era.
The maid carefully explained the system of the competition to her, "There are no restrictions for men, and women must be girls who have not left the court. On that day, you must attach a poem to your registration. The selection committee will select 20 poems from them and then
The prince asked these twenty people to compose poems on the spot and selected the most outstanding works."
Aorong was a little surprised. Hey, isn't this a replica of the modern audition system? Who came up with the idea of having similar approaches but similar results? Could he also be a time traveler?
This is a good idea. It’s fun and attracts people. It strengthens the cohesion of the royal family. It can be said that it kills several birds with one stone.
The maid asked curiously, "Do you want to participate too, Miss?"
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Do you want Aorong to sit back and watch, or continue to shine? Do you want to express your opinions? Silence is golden if it is not popular nowadays.