What a fart!

No matter how good it is, it can't be compared to his own sister!

Jiang Henghuan hated it when he mentioned Wangque, so he spoke mercilessly.

Wangque's face was blue and white for a while. Biting his lip and not knowing how to respond.

Yun Yi didn't seem to hear the movement here. He watched through the gaps between the trees as the pink figure slowly ascended the steps.

Ping Yao had already picked up the flowers and was about to come in.

Only then did Yun Yi turn around and look at Wangque.

"Okay, since the princess has this Yaxing, let's just play this to pass the time."

Wangque looked up at Yun Yi in surprise.

What is this called, the whole world is speaking ill of me. You alone are gentle with me.

Wangque was moved.

The others were stunned, their faces were dark, sure enough, does the prince of Da Zhou like talented women?

Yun Yi spoke in a bunch of happy or worried eyes: "However, I have always disliked the limitation of rhyme and rhythm, nor do I like to be limited by the number of words. So, the original whimsical poetry is limited by rules and regulations, what's the point of playing? ”

Wangque hurriedly said: "Then we are not limited to anything." No matter what rhyme or rhythm, no matter five words, seven words, long and short words, you can do it. In fact, I also think that under such restrictions, many heirlooms have been stifled. ”

Yun Yi smiled, and his shallow smile reflected the brilliant red clouds outside the window, like a red lotus on the snow.

The princesses who watched were stunned.

"I have one more request."

Wangque looked at Yun Yi with a slight straight look, and asked in a daze, "What?" ”

"I recently took on a new apprentice and wanted to test her results. Let her compose poems for me today. ”

"Apprentice? Okay. Yun Yi's apprentice, Wang Que naturally also knew with anticipation, "Then Your Highness will let people invite him." ”

The other princesses have no objections, and they can work hard from his disciples after they know Yun Yi's disciples.

They can't wait to get acquainted.

"It's already here," Yun Yi looked out the door, stretched out his hand and pointed to Ping Yao, who was holding a bag of acacia flowers with a bright smile, "My apprentice is her." ”

Ping Yao was stunned at the door for some reason.

The princesses were stunned in the pavilion.

Ping Yao and the princesses looked at each other.

Jiang Henghuan laughed out loud with a "poof": "This goods? Are you serious? Look at her stupidity. ”

Ping Yao glanced at Jiang Henghuan: "Yes, yes, I'm stupid, just you're smart." Okay? ”

It's like coaxing a child.

"What are you talking about?"

Ping Yao asked Qinghe.

Qinghe smiled lightly and explained: "Sister Fang Cai said that she wanted to play and compose poems, and His Royal Highness said that you were his apprentice, let you participate for him." ”

Qinghe didn't doubt Ping Yao's abilities like Jiang Henghuan. On the contrary, she believed in Yun Yi very much, and he would not do anything to let Wangque humiliate Ping Yao.

His apprentice? Ping Yao glanced at Yun Yi, why didn't she notice it before, Yun Yi's face was so big.

Let her be an apprentice of a modern person who has memorized hundreds of poems, is he qualified?

However, in the past few days, Ping Yao has been committed to laying a perfect and difficult image for Yun Yi in Dachang Palace. So Ping Yao decided not to put Yunyi's face here.

What's the matter, let's have a good, slow, and perfect ending in private.

Ping Yao handed Yun Yi a meaningful look, and then spoke: "Do you want to compose poetry?" ”

It's too difficult, it's going to be fatal.

If you say to a modern person, let's try to compose poetry, their feelings will be very similar to this situation - a class reunion, everyone is drinking and chatting, a scholar takes out a thick booklet, and says: "This is a high math problem that I have treasured for more than ten years, come, let's see who solves it." ”

Make sure everyone throws it out together.

But Ping Yao couldn't throw these people out.

First, they are princesses.

Second, there are many of them.

Ping Yao had no choice but to be tactful.

"I can only memorize poems." Ping Yao honestly admitted.

As soon as these words came out, the faces of many princesses became complicated.

On the one hand, they were looking forward to seeing Yun Yi's disciples stunningly brilliant and striking Wangque hard.

On the one hand, they were very unhappy that Ping Yao stole the limelight.

What a contradiction.

Only Jiang Henghuan is simply committed to impacting others and having fun.

He sneered: "You are a little palace maid, it is very good to be able to recite poems." ”

Ping Yao glared at him: "I think you are a person who is very talented in anger." ”

"Why, hit me." As he spoke, he was still beaten up.

The action and tone are cheap.

Yun Yi interrupted the quarrel between the two and said to Ping Yao: "Writing poetry is originally the dismantling and transfer of ancient poems of predecessors. ”

Girl, do you understand what I mean? Dismantling and moving, the most important thing is to move the word. You are from modern times, you can memorize so many poems, and fill in the author's name with you, who knows who the original author is.

Dismantling and moving the ancient poems of ・・・・・・ predecessors・・・・・・

It was obviously a very ordinary sentence, and Ping Yao just felt that there was a sound outside the strings in it.

She glanced at Yunyi. Yun Yi's smile was faint, and there was no deep meaning on his face.

Ping Yao didn't think much about it.

After all, there may not be one in the billions of such things. Can it be like a cabbage in the market?

But Yun Yi's words still reminded Ping Yao.

That's right, she can't write poems, she can memorize poems, and she can write poems.

Ping Yao looked at Jiang Henghuan with a smile.

Her smile was too weird, and Jiang Henghuan was hairy when she smiled.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Henghuan clasped her hands around her chest, looking like a woman from a good family who was about to be bullied.

Ping Yao smiled but said nothing.

Watch out for your underbeaten face, it will definitely hurt your face.

Ping Yao smiled, looked at Wangque with a contemptuous face, and nodded happily: "Since that's the case, I'll reluctantly write one." ”

When a sentence came out, Jiang Henghuan laughed out loud. Wangque sneered.

The other princesses looked excited.

Is someone finally going to slap Wangque in the face? They have long been tired of looking at the appearance of Wangque being high.

As if she hadn't seen everyone's expressions, Ping Yao poured herself a cup of tea: "There is another question, does the person who wins have a lottery?" ”

Jiang Henghuan laughed: "Hey, do you still want to take the lottery?" ”

Before the words fell, his own sister came to slap him in the face.

Qinghe took off a jade bracelet in his hand: "I'll just use this as a lottery head." ”

Jiang Henghuan saw that his sister had taken out something, so he had to take out a jade pendant dissatisfied.

The palace maid who collected the color head put the mahogany tray in front of Wangque, who sneered and took off a jade pendant, two gold bracelets, and a gold hairpin and two Dongzhu earrings.

Ping Yao reminded her: "The princess is enough, you don't need to take so much." ”

"What are you afraid of, it's all mine sooner or later anyway. As for you, don't be out of the picture. ”

The tray was placed in front of Ping Yao, who thought about it and took off the ruby ring on his hand.