Qinghe just helped her clean up the table when Nineteen Zhi came over.

This square table is very large, and the petals of Pingyaopu are here. There are also tea sets, incense burners, and Ping Yao's petals on the table.

Ping Yao took the petals back into the brocade bag, and then took a piece of white paper with the petals in her hand and handed it to Nineteen Zhi: "Write." ”

Nineteen Zhi lowered his head and silently looked at the white paper in front of him.

They all bullied her, but they just wanted to bully her.

She was still dreaming. What a stupid, these people must think of her as a clown, right?

Ping Yao also ignored the nineteen childish, and hooked his finger towards Xiao Hua: "Come, I want to wash my hands." ”

Xiao Hua glared at Ping Yao fiercely.

These days, Xiao Hua is by Qinghe's side, and there are many opportunities to deal with Ping Yao. I also know that although Ping Yao's personality is a little weird, his character is still good.

Who knew she still looked away. This person is called good? Bullying the soft and fearing the hard, no sympathy!

Xiao Hua walked to Ping Yao with water, looked at Ping Yao's smiling face, and couldn't wait to splash the water in the basin on Ping Yao.

Ping Yao smiled, ignoring Xiao Hua's anger. She washed her hands neatly, didn't take the towel handed by the palace maid next to her, and flicked the water on her hand.

Opposite her was Nineteen Child. With this bomb, a lot of water droplets fell on Nineteen's face, clothes, and white paper on the table.

In the summer, the water is not cool. But Nineteen Zhi was like being thrown into an ice cellar, and she wanted to shiver from the cold.

A slender hand suddenly appeared in Nineteen's sight, which was hazy with tears.

Yun Yi picked up the inkstone with the head of the nineteen-year-old paper and said, "I'll help you study the ink." ”

Fang Cai Ping Yaoyan's ink was also knocked over.

Nineteen Zhi didn't speak, nor did he look up, but looked at the white paper in front of him in a daze.

Did he come to humiliate himself, too? Just like her, humiliate herself by pretending to help herself.

A round eye fell from the nineteen-child's eye and smashed onto the snow-white paper.

Nineteen's gaze was slightly clearer. The incense burner was not far in front of her, and even if she lowered her head, she could see that the incense in the incense burner was almost exhausted.

Anyway, they're here to humiliate her, and she can't make poetry, isn't it?

Nineteen Zhi smiled bitterly, and glanced at the blank paper in front of him with a dead heart. Then, the whole person froze there.

Why did there suddenly appear two more ink spots on the white paper, which was still snow-white? And the two ink spots were still wet with water—one was wet with her tears, and the area was a little larger; One is that the water droplets that pop up when Ping Yao flicked his fingers were wet, and the area was very small.

Nineteen Zhi suddenly remembered that she had heard in the stories told by those royal sisters that there was something written that could only be seen in the water.

Don't?

Nineteen Zhi glanced up at Ping Yao, who was sitting opposite her with a light face, bored with a silver hairpin to pick the incense crumbs in the incense burner.

And Yun Yi is helping her with ink. Only then did Nineteen Zhi realize that a lot of water was added to the inkstone, but the ink in Yun Yi's hand always stayed above the water. In the inkstone, there is just a pool of clear water.

Nineteen Zhi sat up slightly and lifted the pen to dip in ink.

When the tip of the pen was about to touch the inkstone, Ping Yao in front of him suddenly spoke: "What are you crying about, hurry up and write." Don't you see that the incense is about to burn out? ”

The attitude is very bad.

Nineteen Zhizhi's body trembled unconsciously, and he glanced at Yun Yi suspiciously.

Did she guess wrong?

Yun Yi had already stopped grinding ink and reached for the teacup.

When the teacup passed over the white paper in front of him, Yun Yi's hand shook slightly, and a few drops of water spilled.

Yun Yi sighed regretfully: "It's a pity that I got a piece of paper wet again, and I can't use it." As he spoke, he looked at Nineteen Child, "Don't cry, or you won't be able to write if the paper gets wet." ”

Nineteen children suddenly woke up.

The words on this piece of paper can only be revealed with water. But if Nineteen Zhi handed over a "wet draft", everyone would be suspicious. That's why Ping Yao embarrassed her in public, so she scolded her just now and told her not to cry.

After Nineteen Zhi understood, his shoulders shook even more, and sobs gradually sounded in the pavilion.

Nineteen Zhi sat with her back to the other princesses, and those princesses laughed gloating when they saw her "crying" so badly.

In the "crying", Nineteen Zhi took a pen and dipped it in water and painted it on the white paper.

A complete poem soon appeared on paper.

As soon as the poem appeared in its entirety, Qinghe's voice came: "The incense is gone, let's stop writing when the time comes." ”

Everyone put away their pens and got up, ran to Nineteen, and gloated around her: "Come Nineteen, let me see your poems." ”

Nineteen timidly hid his manuscript behind him.

But Jiang Henghuan sneaked up behind and ripped the poem in half without preventing Jiang Henghuan from sneaking up behind.

Jiang Henghuan shook the wet paper in his hand and smiled at everyone: "It's really a 'wet' draft!" ”

There was a burst of laughter in the pavilion.

And Ping Yao sat quietly beside Yun Yi and drank tea with him.

"Come, I'll read it to you!"

Jiang Henghuan jumped, stood on a bookcase, shook the two pieces of paper in his hand and merged them into one.

"Ahem, listen carefully."

"Three springs have passed, look at the two trees in the west of the garden, and the shadows of the flowers are uneven." When the first sentence was pronounced, all the people who were going to see the joke seemed to have been suddenly punched and covered in place.

Even Jiang Henghuan was stunned, he shook the two pieces of paper in his hand, and looked back at Nineteen Childish in disbelief.

Nineteen Zhi stood there with his head down, unable to see her expression clearly.

Jiang Henghuan swallowed and foamed, and then read: "The wonderful hand fairy Shu weaves the brocade, and the trance is like a dream." The veins are pumped, the slender is paved with green, and the charm is determined by heaven. ”

The blindfolded crowd became a shocked crowd.

And Jiang Henghuan's voice became more and more strict, and finally turned into praise, and his voice became louder and louder, and he recited in a low voice: "It can be called a heroic show, why do you taste the cold." Favorite flowers, between the leaves and branches, swaying because of the wind. Wisps of the sun follow the red sun, burning up the face of the province. It's a sigh of romance, and finally it becomes haggard, infinitely desolate. There is a bright moon, and the night is still shining on the incense path. ”

After reading a poem, no one spoke for a long time. Those princesses looked at the wet paper in Jiang Henghuan's hand in a daze, and couldn't believe that this was from the hands of Nineteen Child.

Qinghe smiled lightly and said: "I haven't seen Xiaozhi for many days, I didn't expect you to progress so fast." We're really impressed. ”

This sentence brought the surprised people back to their senses.

Wangque came back to his senses and pointed to Nineteen Zhi: "Impossible! She couldn't have written such a good poem! Impossible, you all know, Nineteen doesn't even know a few words! ”

Wangque stretched out his hand and snatched the paper from Jiang Henghuan's hand, tore it to shreds it vigorously, and pointed at Nineteen Zhizhi fiercely: "I don't believe you wrote it." Someone must help you, you rewrite it for me, hurry up! ”