The sound of the brush falling to the ground came one after another, but Nan Moyi was still writing the words in his hand.

After waiting like this for a long time, there was no sign of Nan Moyi stopping writing, and everyone's eyes fell on her again, which made Zichengpu impatient.

Is this woman always deliberately asking everyone to look at her?

"Lianke, are you okay?"

Without Zicheng Pu asking, someone spoke out even more impatiently.

I saw that Xuanyuan Ruo was still covered with a layer of paper on the plain white rice paper in front of him, as if he didn't want to be seen the poems she wrote.

Nan Moyi ignored her, moved her wrist again for a while, and then quickly threw away the brush in her hand and pulled the paper out of the hands of the two maids.

The two maids hadn't seen what Nan Moyi had written, so they blinked a little suspiciously, and quickly retreated.

"Okay, it seems that Ke'er has finished composing poems, so you can read out the poems you have made one by one."

"Father, let the beautiful girls of the hundreds of officials in the audience read it first." Zicheng Pu smiled and looked confident,

"That's what I mean, come, let's start with the household." Zicheng Huo smiled heartily and took the amethyst grapes handed by the queen on the side.

The woman who was the first to be hit had slightly rosy cheeks, slowly stood up from the banquet, and bowed to everyone, "The little woman is not talented, she is ugly." The poem written by the little woman is entitled peach blossoms......"

One after another, some people in the audience stood up and read their poems, but they didn't cause much repercussions.

Although it is a poetry competition, everyone knows that the focus of this competition is still on several women on the high platform......

Nan Moyi rolled up the poem he wrote, put it aside casually, picked up a piece of cut fruit on the table, inserted it with a small bamboo stick, and handed it to Lian Tong and Lan Ruo on the side.

Seeing that this family was acting like a family, Xuanyuan Ruo's face couldn't help but tremble, and in the end he just snorted coldly.

Lan Ruo glanced at Nan Moyi with some concern.

This appearance has been targeted by so many people, I don't know what Ke'er is thinking about......

Nan Moyi raised her eyes, touched the worry in Lan Ruo's eyes, and smiled comfortingly, "Doesn't my mother have confidence in me?" ”

Lan Ruo pursed her lips and shook her head, "It's not that I'm worried that Ke'er will lose ......"

Instead, she was worried that Mai Mang's condition on the tip of the needle might put her in danger......

This is what Lan Ruo is most worried about, and what he is most afraid of. She finally had another child, and she didn't want anything to happen to her......

Nan Moyi took a deep breath and patted her elbow gently, "Mother, you have to believe Ke'er, Ke'er will be fine." ”

Lian Tong on the side sighed, and glanced at Nan Moyi as if he was a little helpless.

Nan Moyi smiled and shook Lan Ruo's elbow lightly, giving birth to a slight taste of coquettishness with her family.

Chengnan Ye, who was sitting opposite Nan Moyi, only felt that his heart was hit hard.

The woman's cold laughter and angry words could still be heard.

Everything in the past passed in front of his eyes like a horse, making him feel a little inexplicably infarcted in his heart.

Didn't she say that she was going to kill herself? Why don't you even want to look at her again now?

And this woman, how could she ever show such a docile and charming appearance in front of his eyes?

And after a lot of rounds in the audience, only Nan Moyi and these people were finally left who had not yet recited poetry.

Xuanyuan Ruo raised his chin and was staring at Qiao You tightly, "Please, right?" ”

Seeing that Xuanyuan really pointed the finger at himself, Qiao You did not look the slightest bit restrained, but stood up generously.

Zicheng frowned with a slight struggle in his eyes, and his fingers slowly tightened.

If she's not Lianke, then who is she?!

If she's really not Lianke...... Then she lied to everyone at this time......

Zicheng Yan stared at Nan Moyi, the corner of his mouth smiled, dark and terrifying, stretched out his palm and put it behind his head, and shook his neck.

Let's see...... How else could she escape......

At this moment, no one knew about the monstrous waves in Zicheng's heart, and everyone's eyes were focused on Qiao You.

Accepting everyone's gaze, Qiao You's chin was raised, proud like a swan.

The amazing talent shown since he was a child has made Qiao You live in the envy of others since he was a child. Now that a woman suddenly broke in and provoked her like this, she naturally wanted to extinguish her prestige!

"Nianhuh?" Xuanyuan urged, clasping his hands in front of his chest, disdainful.

Qiao lowered his eyes and flattened the rice paper.

Zhu lips opened lightly, and a crisp voice came slowly, and even Nan Moyi raised his eyes. I have heard that this Qiao You is known as a talented woman, but I don't know how this poem was made?

"The red and purple have turned into dust, and the cuckoo is new in the summer. The sandwich road is endless, and I know that I am a peaceful person. ”

The atmosphere was a little quiet for a while, and then it was interrupted by Zicheng Huo clapping his hands on the high platform.

I saw that he laughed heartily and seemed to be quite satisfied, "The early summer is prosperous, the world is peaceful, good poetry, good poetry!" ”

Hearty laughter reached everyone's ears, and many ministers stood up in unison, bowing and congratulating.

"Thank you for the compliment." Qiao You's cheeks glowed with a little red, but he heard Xuanyuan Ruo snort coldly in his ears.

A pair of eyes with a heavy soft light, Qiao Youyou smiled, "Next, it's time for the princess, right?" ”

"Hmph, what's the smugness? It's just child's play! Xuanyuan Ruo's words once again knocked Qiao You into the cold cellar.

The ruddy flush dissipated instantly, revealing a strange flush, and it was the anger in her heart, "That princess took out the poem that was not child's play!" ”

Nan Moyi raised his eyebrows and calmly picked up a cup of tea in front of him.

This Qiao You, there is really a little ink, but it is worthy of the title of the first talented woman in the capital......

...... Tyrannical creatures......

Xuanyuan Ruo snorted coldly, Xuanyuan Jingye on the side couldn't control her for a long time.

I saw her pick up the rice paper on the table, her voice was sonorous, and the rhythm was steady, "Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks."

Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south. ”

"Good poetry!"

As soon as the words fell, someone in the banquet couldn't help but exclaim.

Nan Moyi looked for prestige, and saw Zi Chengyue wearing a black robe, sitting among the many princesses. That gentle and low-key appearance, you really can't see it if you don't look closely.

Seeing Nan Moyi set her eyes on herself, Zichengyue nodded at her.

On the high platform, Zicheng Huo squinted, and when he saw that this Zicheng Yue admired without hesitation, he asked out loud, "Yue...... What do you think is wonderful about this poem? ”

Xuanyuan Ruo naturally also looked over, and saw that the person who spoke out turned out to be Zi Chengyue, the most unfavored of Liuhe's many royal princes, and couldn't help frowning.

But since he said yes...... Let's listen to his understanding of his poem......

Qiao You's eyes drifted over, and his silver teeth clenched.

Zicheng Pu even glanced at him fiercely with his eyes.

Although Xuanyuan is too lazy to care if she wins Qiao You or not, she, a rogue person, actually praises such a stupid woman for writing poems? !

She didn't see how good it was!

Zi Chengyue coughed softly, "This is a poem with an inscription, which is intended to appreciate the perseverance of Zhushi. A few brushstrokes, fascinating, and a unique deep meaning of the poet, can be called wonderful. ”

"Oh? What does it mean? Zicheng Huo listened to his explanation, but nodded with satisfaction.

Zi Chengyue looked at Xuanyuan Ruo, "If you don't say anything wrong, it's hard work and tenacity, right?" ”

Xuanyuan Ruo smiled slightly, "Exactly." ”

There were gradually some people's babbling voices in the banquet, and this reaction was obviously something that Qiao You had never had.

With a tense face, Qiao You wrinkled the plain white rice paper in his hand with one hand, bit his lower lip and sat down.

It's not time to make a decision, and she hasn't lost yet!

Glancing at Xuanyuan Ruo, who was full of smugness, Fan Yunjue also snorted coldly, "I really think of myself as a chicken feather phoenix!" ”

"What did you say?!" Xuanyuan Ruo slapped the table, "This princess is a phoenix?!" Then you should take out your poems and take a look! ”

"Why don't you dare!"

The red robe slowly stood up from the chair, and the white fingers clenched the paper roll in his hand.

His eyes glanced at Nan Moyi obliquely, and slowly opened his lips, "Homeless and cold food, there are tears like golden waves." Cut off the laurel in the moon, and the clear light should be more. I put the red stamen and imagine the frog moth. The cow girl is sad and thoughtful, and she still crosses the river in autumn. ”

"It's vulgar!" Xuanyuan was unceremoniously criticized.

"A man, how can there be so much sentimentality." Zicheng Pu answered coldly.

This Fan Yunjue easily let go of Lian Ke on the street that day, which can make her depressed.

Besides, she didn't like Qin Zheng's group of men who were still full of vulgar fans, and this Fanyun Jue Niang's girlly appearance was really immoral.

"You guys!"

Fan Yun gritted his teeth, snorted heavily, and sat down.

Zicheng Pu looked around, especially Nan Moyi, who was about to call her up, but was snatched away by Nan Moyi first, "It's better for the princess first, since everyone thinks that Ke'er has no ink spots on her chest, then Ke'er will be the last." ”

Nan Moyi shrugged and said it didn't matter.

Zicheng raised his chin, shook his slender fingers, and slowly stood up from the chair.

She turned her head sideways and smiled sweetly at Zicheng Huo, "Father, mother, this is a poem I wrote for my grandmother's birthday, how do you listen." ”

"Oh?" Zicheng Huo smiled lightly, his eyebrows and eyes were full of doting, "Pu'er read it and listen to it." ”

Zicheng bowed his head and cleared his throat, Yu Guang and Xuanyuan Ruo looked at each other, and the two of them snorted at the same time.

"Nanshan is so leisurely, and the cane country is now the cane dynasty. The poetry garden has a good harvest and praises the veterans, and the political show leads the way. The spring and white snow express the bright moon and clear spring are still festive. You are looking forward to the stride, and I will bless the peach. ”

The peach bag in Nan Moyi's hand suddenly loosened and fell to the ground.

Nan Moyi looked at the peach bag covered with mud and sand, and had to sigh.

Lou Liang still held a brush in his hand, but he didn't start for a long time.

He glanced at Nan Moyi with a vague look, and a smile overflowed at the corner of his mouth.

So many people pointed at her...... She can still eat so calmly......

Those poems just now, no matter who wrote them, are definitely the best works of poetry, but she looks so calm......

Is there really something unknown to the people?

Nan Moyi picked up Spa on the side and wiped her fingers, and she knew in her heart how many people were staring at her at this banquet.

Seongnam Night ......

Nan Moyi's eyes suddenly froze.

He...... Discover your identity?!

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