It is not easy to write a poem in less than the time of the three pillars of incense. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

These boudoir daughters are not scholars who are rich and rich, and no one will criticize them for their poetry.

In all fairness, though, these poems are well written.

The crown prince Chu Zhaoheng and Chu Mo looked at the four pieces of paper in their hands, thinking about what to say.

Chu Mo coughed and said, "His Royal Highness the Prince, why don't you choose the first of these four poems first?" ”

Chu Zhaoheng understood what he meant, and it would be good to get rid of a few first.

He looked at it for a moment, pointed to Song Qianqian's one and said, "This poem is good, it can be regarded as the best of the four." Zhaofu, you take it over and show it to a few girls. ”

Zhao Fu took the poem made by Song Qianqian and showed it to the other three girls.

I saw that on the piece of paper, a handful of graceful small letters, wrote:

Bright agate,

Purple beads fall on the gold plate.

Raw and sweet in the mouth,

The aftertaste wraps between the teeth.

Since those three girls dared to come to the competition, they were naturally well-written and a little conceited.

They were unconvinced, but after reading it, they had to admit that Song Qianqian's writing was good, slightly better than theirs.

Besides, this is commented by His Royal Highness the Prince, except for the current prince, no one dares to question this unfair evaluation, right?

And on Chu Mo's side, as soon as Chu Zhaoheng's voice fell, he was already busy asking Qinghe Luohe to send them down.

Those three girls are all daughters of official eunuchs, how could they have been driven out? For a while, I couldn't get down on my face.

The maid they brought was afraid that their girl would have no face, so she hurriedly stepped forward to support her.

"Girl, it's just for fun, no one knows who we are. It's been a long time since you've been out, so why don't you go back? "There is a clever maid who comforts her own girl.

That's right, but fortunately, no one knows who they are, and it's not a shame to lose.

The three girls hurriedly saluted His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Chu Mo and retreated, got into the Qingbu carriage parked under the stage, and left directly.

This kind of green cloth carriage is the favorite rent of small and medium-sized families in Beijing to sit for their ladies when they go out. Therefore, it is even more difficult to see the identity.

At this time, no one had the heart to pay attention to who their identities were, and everyone stared at Song Qianqian and Yan Ning who were left on the stage.

Yan Lie, Zhou Yukun, the corner where they are, are very noisy, in addition to Yan Lie, there are also Zhou Yukun and Zhou Yulun brothers who were cheated by Yan Lie, and everyone else is betting on Song Qianqian to win.

is not interested in winning or losing, and just wants to take the opportunity to see the beauty, but it's a pity that these women are too tightly surrounded, and they don't show any faces, and they don't even see a jade hand.

Looking at the appearance of Qinghe beside Chu Shizi, Yan Ning is Chu Shizi's favorite?

There are a few frivolous and powerful children who are already whispering there, guessing which daughter Song Qianqian is.

With that soft voice, I feel like a beauty.

When the three girls got into the carriage and left, Yan Ning finally finished writing.

At this time, the three-pillar incense is just burned out. She took the paper she had written, stepped forward, and put it in front of Chu Zhaoheng.

People pay attention to words as they are, so they care about studying calligraphy.

The daughters of the boudoir in the capital like to write hairpins the most, and the font pays attention to the beauty and gentleness.

But Yan Ning has a hearty personality and is impatient to write small letters. The words she writes are often dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, opening and closing.

Chu Zhaoheng took the piece of paper, and it was indeed still the familiar words of Dragon Flying and Phoenix Dance.

Although he knew which four sentences Yan Ning would write, he still pretended to be focused and looked over. If you look closely, there are four lines of words on the paper, but this ...... Is this poetry?

On that piece of paper, it was written:

One, two, three, four,

Five, six, seven, eight.

Nine, ten, hundreds,

All of them are big grapes.

Chu Zhaoheng coughed, what did this make him say? He looked at Yan Ning with some distress, only to see that Yan Ning's face was broken and broken.

Originally, there was a faint helplessness in my heart, but when I saw her look, I wanted to laugh inexplicably.

Touching Chu Zhaoye's line of sight, Yan Ning rarely turned his head with some embarrassment and looked at the railing on the right.

For so many years, it was the first time she was in front of Chu Zhaoheng, and she felt embarrassed.

Chu Mo waited for a long time and didn't see Chu Zhaoheng speak, and urged: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince ......"

Chu Zhaoheng coughed a few more times, and handed the paper to Chu Mo, the meaning is obvious, you can see for yourself.

Chu Mo took it with one hand, picked up the tea on the table with the other, took a sip, and if you want to praise people, moisten your throat first.

Seeing those four lines of words, a sip of tea was in his mouth, and he couldn't swallow it, and his handsome face was a little red.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, Zhiyuan, what did Miss Yan write? Let me see it too. Downstairs, Chu Zhaoye's voice suddenly came.

His Royal Highness the Third Prince, I don't know when he came.

Chu Mo finally swallowed the tea in his mouth, flipped Yan Ning's piece of paper upside down on the table, stood up and greeted with a smile, "When did the Third Highness come?" ”

"Not long after I arrived, I saw Miss Yan...... I made a poem and presented it. I had never seen Miss Yan's poems, and I was curious and wanted to see them. ”

As he spoke, he didn't wait for Chu Mo to invite him, and he had already stepped into the ring.

Yan Ning felt that this person came to see his jokes.

Chu Mo also felt that Chu Zhaoye was here to find fault.

It's just that he has spoken, how can he not show him?

But if you show it to him, Yan Ning's poem ...... cough, it's not a poem at all, and it's smoother than hers.

Didn't His Royal Highness the Crown Prince say that she used to have ready-made poems about grapes?

Thinking about this girl's temperament, she is stupid, she must not have remembered.

Chu Mo didn't care if Yan Ning was brilliant or not, but he didn't want Yan Ning to lose face.

In front of the public, it was the time to return victorious, and he hoped that this ring would be Yan Ning's place of fame, not a memory of shame.

Chu Zhaoye had already walked in front of them.

After Song Qianqian and Yan Ning saluted him, they stepped aside.

Chu Zhaoye glanced at Yan Ning and bowed to His Royal Highness the Prince.

He was not in a hurry to look at the paper on the table, but said to Chu Mo: "Zhiyuan, it seems that today, your recruitment will have a result?" ”

"Yes, four days in the ring, that's enough."

"There are a lot of talented women in the world, and it's only been four days, and many women may not have time to rush to the capital. Zhiyuan will not wait for a few days? ”

"No, no, it's only been four days, and a few daughters have already fainted from heat stroke. It's the hardest thing to accept the grace of the beauties, and I don't dare to let the daughters suffer anymore. ”

"Besides, three thousand weak water, one scoop is enough."

"Oh? I don't know which scoop Zhiyuan refers to? ”

Chu Zhaoye's eyes slid over Yan Ning and Song Qianqian on the stage, and turned around the woman in a black suit, as if asking casually.

"Zhiyuan, since you have set up the ring, you have to come according to the rules." Chu Zhaoye said meaningfully again, reaching out to the paper on the table.

Yan Ning is not a person who writes poetry essays at all, he wants to see what she writes. (To be continued.) )