And today, two strangers told her that it was just a game and that it would be fun to participate. It's okay if you lose, none of us will blame you.

No one knew how nervous she was in the face of such a scene.

Nineteen Zhi still had tears in his eyes, and asked Ping Yao uncertainly: "Is it really okay to lose?" ”

Ping Yao nodded and patiently replied to her, "It's okay." ”

Nineteen children laughed and nodded: "Okay." ”

She really wanted to have a good game, even if she lost.

Wangque glanced at them mockingly, and said to the palace maid, "Go and light incense." ”

The palace maid brought a gilded silk incense burner, lit a stick of incense, and placed it on the table in the middle.

Qinghe opened his mouth unhurriedly, and his voice was not loud, but it sounded in every corner of the pavilion: "The time limit for a stick of incense." No restriction on genre, no limit to rhyme. With the theme of acacia flowers. ”

More than a dozen princesses sat down in front of the bookcase. Each of the princesses' personal maids stood on the left side of the bookcase, laying out paper and ink for their respective masters. The movements are uniform.

Ping Yao looked at it for a while and felt bored. She found a few pieces of paper, poured the acacia flowers in the brocade bag, and played with them.

Yun Yi watched her play from the sidelines.

Those princesses looked at Ping Yao strangely.

Fang Cai Pingyao made such a big move, and now she was suddenly fiddling with flowers there, and they all felt that there must be something greasy inside.

Ping Yao's movements were slow and repetitive, and he didn't care that anyone was looking, so he slowly used a brush to pluck the petals one by one.

The princesses looked at it and found it boring, so they stopped looking.

When a stick of incense burned halfway, several princesses came up with ideas and wrote poems.

Ping Yao didn't care about them, and didn't care about what she bet on at all.

She arranged the petals one by one, picked out the most beautiful dozen, put them into the flounder sachet she took from herself, tied her mouth and raised her hand to Yun Yi, who was sitting opposite.

"Whoa."

In broad daylight, he actually taught and received it privately in front of everyone!

Wangque glared at Ping Yao, eager to shoot a hole in her.

Yun Yi took it and smiled faintly: "Thank you." ”

"Thank you, aren't you going to give me something?"

Tian is shameless, and he took the initiative to ask for a reward! It is estimated that this is how the maple silk jade bracelet came over.

Wangque glared at Ping Yao angrily, and Ping Yao finally noticed it and raised his eyes slightly.

Wangque prepared to be even more angry, ready to meet Ping Yao's gaze. Who knew that Ping Yao didn't notice the breath she was holding at all, and her eyes missed her and looked at Nineteen Zhi.

Nineteen Zhi bit his lip and looked at the white paper in front of him, his eyes full of moisture.

She couldn't write. She hadn't been to school for a few days at all. The pen and ink money that the Ministry of Internal Affairs gave her to go to Tai College was swallowed by her nurse, not because she didn't want to go, but because she didn't even have the most basic pen and paper, she couldn't go.

Ping Yao got up and walked to Nineteen Zhi's side.

Nineteen looked up at her, his eyes shining.

Ping Yao smiled and whispered to the palace maid who was serving beside Nineteen Zhi, "I'll serve the pen and ink." ”

"No need girl, it doesn't seem appropriate." The palace maid was a little frightened.

Ping Yao, who can choke with so many princesses, to serve an unfavored little princess?

Unconsciously, Ping Yao's identity surpassed that of Nineteen Zhi, an unfavored palace maid.

Ping Yao smiled faintly: "There's nothing inappropriate, I used to serve His Highness's pen and ink." ”

The palace maid then remembered that Ping Yao's identity was actually just a palace maid.

The palace maid stepped back and left her position to Ping Yao.

Wangque glanced over to this side, and retracted his gaze with a cold snort.

It was Jiang Henghuan, who probed his brain from his bookcase to see if Ping Yao was playing some tricks.

Ping Yao just quietly grinded the ink. The ink in the inkstone was about to overflow, so she stopped and went to get a handkerchief to wipe the ink on the ink strip.

The handkerchief was behind the pen holder, Ping Yao shook his hand, knocked over the pen holder, the pen holder smashed the tea cup, and the brown tea wet the paper on the table.

Nineteen Zhi looked at the wet paper in front of the table, and looked at Ping Yao Mumu.

"Clumsy, can't do anything!" Wangque took the opportunity to humiliate Ping Yao.

Ping Yao didn't hear it, and she didn't care about the messy table. She looked at the other palace maids and explained to herself: "Help me bring a basin of water to clean my hands." The grinding just now made a smell of ink on my hands. ”

Wangque's face was very ugly: "Don't forget your identity, you're just a palace maid!" Why should someone give you water and clean your hands? ”

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Hua took a basin of water and walked to Ping Yao's side.

Who is Xiao Hua? Qinghe, the most favored palace maid around her, she was so unhappy that even Wangque, a princess, dared to scold with a gun and a stick.

Now he obediently brought water to Ping Yao.

Wangque held back to his heart in one breath.

Ping Yao still pretended to be unheard. Wash your sleeves and prepare to wash your hands. Before the slender fingers poked into the water, Ping Yao suddenly let out a "huh".

Today, Ping Yao was originally the focus of everyone, and although her voice was very small, she still attracted the attention of others.

Everyone looked at Ping Yao one after another. "What's wrong?"

Only Yun Yi always sat in the starting position, drinking tea quietly, and looked at the sachet given to him by Ping Yao from time to time.

I don't seem to be concerned about the situation here.

Ping Yao was stared at by everyone. She frowned, looked at Nineteen and said, "Your table is wet, don't you know how to change seats?" ”

The voice was sharp and cold.

Nineteen Zhi's eyes, which were originally at a loss, suddenly rose with a layer of water.

The other princesses were stunned.

It turns out that this Ping Yao didn't help Nineteen Child, but wanted to see Nineteen Childish make a fool of himself?

Earlier, they really thought she had a bad brain.

For a while, the eyes that looked at the nineteen children were full of sarcasm.

This self-defeating person actually sat at the table to compose a poem.

Ping Yao also said: "Get up, don't you have much time to watch?" ”

Nineteen got up in embarrassment, hesitated for a few seconds, and asked in a voice like a mosquito, "Where am I going to sit?" ”

The bookcases are brought up according to the number of people, and there is no superfluity.

Ping Yao pointed to the big table in the middle: "Naturally, it's here." ”

In the middle position, this is to make Nineteen Zhi come to the stage and be laughed at.

For a while, many people coaxed: "Hurry up to nineteen, what a good position." ”

The tears in Nineteen Zhi's eyes were about to roll out, but she looked at Ping Yao but didn't dare to say a word, and finally walked towards the table.

"Hold the pen, otherwise how can you write?"

A burst of laughter rang out.

Nineteen's face was so red that he was about to drip blood. She folded back and picked up the pen and walked over. Her palace maid was watching from behind, and she didn't dare to help.

Qinghe didn't understand why Ping Yao did this. Ping Yao is not a domineering person.

But Kiyowa didn't stop her. She believed that Ping Yao must have her own reasons for doing this.