"Since Miss Qiao agreed, let's start with the poem." Lin Zitong will raise her eyes to look at Wang Peirong, signaling that she can start.

In the past, the people who wanted to marry Qi Jingyun the most belonged to Wang Peirong and Lin Zitong, and the two looked harmonious on the surface, but in fact, they have been secretly competing with each other.

The two of them are the ones who fight the most fiercely every time they meet.

But this time, Qiao Mingyue was their worst enemy.

The two of them also temporarily stood on the united front to deal with the heroine, and both of them understood each other's meaning from each other's eyes.

"Then I'll start first."

Wang Peirong cleared her throat and looked at Qiu Ju, who was spreading out rice paper on the side and wanted to write down the poems she said.

"Miss, you can get started." Qiu Ju was ready and hurriedly spoke to Wang Peirong.

"The autumn bush is like a potter's house, and it is increasingly oblique around the edge of the fence, not the flower prefers chrysanthemum, and this flower blooms more flowerless."

While reading the poem, Wang Peirong paced back and forth with a handkerchief in her hand, and her eyes kept on Qi Jingyun.

To say that Wang Peirong is the first talented woman in the capital, her appearance and family background are top-notch.

These four lines of poetry were spoken, and they immediately received a lot of praise and appreciation.

At the poetry meeting, this time it was basically the sons of the big families and official families in the capital who came.

A lot of them were attracted by Wang Peirong's talent.

After all, there are not many talented and beautiful girls, but they frequently throw olive branches to Wang Peirong, but there is only the male protagonist in her eyes

If there is an opportunity to contact Wang Peirong, they will naturally not let it go.

These began to applaud, and those who liked Wang Peirong were all stingy and beautiful.

"She is worthy of being the first talented woman in our capital, and this word is wonderful."

"I tasted them one by one, but it was really evocative, the words were wonderful, and the use was just right."

"I think that among these four sentences, the autumn bush is like a pottery family, this sentence is the most wonderful, but it can be seen that Miss Wang is a person who loves rural scenery on weekdays, and she must be an empathetic person compared to usual."

The praise and praise of these sons and brothers, Wang Peirong was proud in her heart, and her chest stood higher.

His eyes smugly glanced at Qiao Mingyue, who was sitting opposite.

Seeing her with her head down, holding a brush in her hand, and gnawing on the pole of the brush, she looked very entangled.

Oh, a wild girl is a wild girl, at this time, I'm afraid I can't think of it even if I want to break my head!

Wang Peirong felt even more proud in her heart, she couldn't wait to make a fool of Qiao Mingyue.

"Sister Rong'er's poems are really more and more wonderful every time, and they really make me unreachable."

Wang Peirong looked modest and said to Lin Zitong, "My sister praised it falsely, but I went to the temple with my mother to burn incense yesterday, and passed by a village to rest, otherwise, I don't know how to make a difference today!" ”

Lin Zitong looked at the others, "Our first talented girl is in front of us to compose poems, I don't know who below wants to be the second?" ”

If the second one is not as good as Wang Peirong, wouldn't it make everyone laugh?

Those who were self-aware bowed their heads and remained silent, as if they were in a stalemate.

At this time, the son who was sitting next to Wang Peirong, Yuan Heng, the eldest son of the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, stood up.

Flicked his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, looked at Wang Peirong ambiguously, and his eyes were full of affection.

Yuan Heng has admired Wang Peirong since he was a child, and has always pursued it and never gave up.

"Let me do the second one."

Then let the little guy on the side prepare the brush and rice paper, and then start chanting poetry.

"The beauty of late autumn is red-faced, a hundred flowers and a green wind butterfly, sweet and leisurely nostalgia comes late, only because of the bosom friend with frost!"

Yuan Heng's admiration for Wang Peirong is also well known, and he is both a love and a confidant in this poem, and it is a love poem when he listens to it.

Especially in Wang Peirong's poems, when she went to the countryside, Yuan Heng also mentioned the countryside, and his eyes were always on Wang Peirong.

Everyone tacitly agreed, and some sons followed directly to coax.

Wang Peirong naturally understood what this meant, and she couldn't make her face embarrassed, but she didn't dare to attack on the spot.

His eyes looked at Qi Jingyun cautiously, wondering if he would misunderstand the relationship between her and Yuan Heng.

As a result, Qi Jingyun didn't put his eyes on them at all, but was wholeheartedly peeling grapes for Qiao Mingyue to eat.

Wang Peirong was so angry that she almost pinched the orange in her hand.

Frightened, Qiu Ju hurriedly stepped on the side and reminded in a low voice, "Miss pay attention to manners!" ”

Wang Peirong reacted that she had lost her temper and quickly let go.

It's so unbearable! Lin Zitong's eyes flashed with disdain.

Soon she covered up the past, as if half-jokingly warmed up, "This is a love poem, just say it to your sweetheart where no one is, say it in front of everyone, do you mean that we are all your sweethearts?" ”

Saying that, Lin Zitong covered her mouth with a handkerchief and chuckled, which made those daughters laugh and joke about Yuan Heng.

Yuan Heng's face flushed, and he hurriedly sat back in his place.

"Sister Rong'er......"

He looked at Wang Peirong and wanted to say something, but only got the other party's cold face.

Naturally, the poetry continued, and after a round, soon everyone present, except for Qi Jingyun, only Qiao Mingyue was left without poetry.

No one urged Qi Jingyun to compose poetry, they knew that this demon king of the mixed world hated poetry the most.

He can appear at the poetry meeting today, and it is all to see the face of the Queen Mother.

"Miss Qiao, your poem is about to be drafted?" Lin Zitong asked softly.

Qiao Mingyue didn't speak, her brows furrowed, and she looked embarrassed.

She couldn't think of Wang Peirong, so she immediately laughed, "Miss Lin, you ask her what to do, she can't do it like this, but you don't have to care." ”

"Miss Qiao came from a wild place like Yungui, and she must not have read a few books, so it is difficult for her to write poetry, let's start drinking tea below, so forget it."

She clearly listened to this for Qiao Mingyue's sake and to avoid embarrassment, but in fact, she was telling everyone on the side that Qiao Mingyue was a wild girl from a wild place.

A wild girl who doesn't know a single big word.

"Ahem."

Lin Zitong also understood, "But if that's the case, then we'll ...... it."

"What do you mean by that?" Qi Jingyun's eyes were sharp and gave Wang Peirong a straight look for the first time, but he asked.

"How dare you say that my princess is a wild girl in a wild land?"

His voice was low and terrible, cold like ice in a cellar.

The people who listened trembled, Qi Jingyun had practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his own aura was strong, but now he was depressed.

Wang Peirong immediately couldn't hold it anymore, and quickly knelt down, "Lord Wang, I didn't mean that, I just mentioned Miss Qiao again." ”

"Humph!"

Qi Jingyun snorted coldly, "You are a fool to be the king, don't you understand what you mean?" He slapped the table.