Shen Feiling glanced at Shen Lian, who was still leisurely eating snacks, then focused his attention on the rice paper in front of him and began to think about it.

This time, she definitely doesn't want to lose to Shen Lian again! Time passed minute by minute, and seeing that the time of the competition was about to end, everyone had mostly finished their poems.

Yin Chen looked at Shen Lian, who was still leisurely drinking tea beside him, and couldn't help but ask a little strangely, "Wild girl, this time is coming soon, you still don't write poems?" ”

"What's the hurry?"

Shen Lian said slowly, "It's me who writes poems, and it's not you who write poems, what's more, if I don't write poems, isn't it because you won the bet?" What kind of urgency are you? "Others are composing poems and need to think about it, but she is just writing the poems she has memorized in the past, so naturally it doesn't take so long.

"You! This prince shouldn't worry about you! Yin Chen was choked by her like this, and suddenly flicked his sleeves angrily, turned around and stopped looking at her.

How can this wild girl be the same angry at all times, he shouldn't be anxious for her! When the incense was about to burn, Shen Lian beckoned, and the servant cleverly put the pen and paper in place, and saw that Shen Lian picked up the pen again and wrote on the paper without hesitation.

The moment she put the brush down, the incense just burned out, and Rong listened to the wind and said, "When the time comes, please stop writing!" Once again, the servants gathered up the poems they had written.

But this time, everyone looked in Shen Lian's direction and discussed.

"Did you see it just now, the eldest lady of the Shen family picked up the pen and wrote it directly, is she really a poetic ghost? It can be turned into a poem at will! ”

"Don't talk nonsense, maybe people thought about it when they drank tea just now, and we'll see it when the results come out."

Shen Feiling looked at Shen Lian after writing the poem, and then leisurely drank tea again, without putting everyone's attention in his eyes at all, and couldn't help but flash a trace of resentment in his eyes.

Why is she always like this, it seems that everything is not in her eyes, so what is it that she desperately wants to get all this?

"Wild girl, what kind of poem did you write just now, say it and let this prince give you a staff officer?" Yin Chen turned his head just now and didn't look at it, but now he was a little curious and asked Shen Lian.

"If you don't write well, this prince can also think about what he should let you do after winning in advance."

Although he still felt that this wild girl was hateful, he had long since lost the idea of letting her kneel down and apologize to him.

As for the reason for this change, he never thought about it.

"You want to know."

Shen Lian raised her head and smiled softly at Yin Chen, saying in a very soft voice.

After Yin Chen nodded, her voice suddenly turned cold, "I want to know where I want to go to Rong Tingfeng!" "She is a very grudgeful person, she has not forgotten how Yin Chen spoke disrespectfully to her senior brother before, and how she sneered at her! So why did he want to know now, she had to tell him! "You wild girl, this prince gave you face, didn't he!" Yin Chen slapped the table angrily by her, raised the fan in his hand and was about to hit her, and said angrily, "This prince has to teach you a good lesson today!" ”

"You might as well beat me up."

Shen Lian smiled even more happily, her right hand shook slightly, and when she raised her hand, she saw a row of silver needles shining between her fingers, and said in a casual tone, "Miss Ben hasn't touched anyone for a long time, and I really miss it!" "Although she hasn't practiced any martial arts, but over the years, with her master's practice, her body is naturally much more agile than ordinary people, and she knows a little bit about this flying needle technique.

Yin Chen's hand holding the folding fan froze in mid-air all of a sudden, looking at the silver needle that flashed with cold light, he couldn't help but think of the acupuncture that made him half ashamed and half painful before, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva secretly.

The folding fan in his hand turned around, then opened the brush, fanned himself, and said casually, "This ghost weather, why does this prince suddenly feel a little hot." ”

Shen Lian looked at Yin Chen's appearance, and couldn't help but laugh, her voice was full of laughter, "Lord Chen, did you say that you look quite cute?" This Yin Chen gave her the feeling that she was always like a spoiled and domineering child, although her words made people angry, but sometimes his actions inexplicably made her feel a little cute.

When Yin Chen heard this, he was like a cat whose tail had been trampled on, and said angrily, "Shen Lian, what kind of eyes are you!" Is that a word used to describe a man?! You're cute! "He is not tall and mighty, but he can be regarded as a jade tree in the wind, but this girl dares to say that he is cute?!" Thank you Lord Chen for the compliment, I was already very cute. ”

Shen Lian said with a smile, without the slightest hint of blushing.

His skin was extremely fair, even whiter than hers, and at this time, because of his annoyance, his handsome face was dyed a little red, which seemed to add a softness, which made her a little surprised, what a good skin! Yin Chen was simply shocked by Shen Lian's words, and said in disbelief, "Shen Lian, this prince has really never seen a woman with such thick skin as you!" "Is he complimenting her? Obviously she is scolding her for being good! "It's okay, Miss Ben doesn't mind your loneliness, I'll let you have a good look at it today, and it will also open your eyes."

Shen Lian said without changing his face.

For her, who has experienced the baptism of the 21st century, all this is a floating cloud, and no words can move her! They were arguing with each other, and Rong Tingfeng and they were quickly grading, while the servants were writing the scores for the second round on the whiteboard.

The last three names were Shen Pian for the three of them.

After the score was written, everyone couldn't help but exclaim again, "Tie for first place!" ”

I saw that on the whiteboard, behind the names of Luo Yu, Shen Feiling and Shen Lian, there were the same three bright red characters "Sanshilu"! "I know it's hard for you to believe it now, and we didn't expect that such a situation would occur at this poetry competition."

Rong Tingfeng looked at the people who were in an uproar again, and he didn't know whether to be happy or worried.

He has held so many poetry competitions, and none of them have been like this time, but he also knows in his heart that if this poetry competition is spread, it will definitely become a big event that will cause a sensation in the capital, and it will definitely be impossible for the future poetry competition to surpass this time! And all this was brought by that person, Rong Tingfeng's eyes quietly glanced at Shen Lian who was sitting on the side, and saw that she didn't look this way at all, with a calm and calm appearance, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have dared to believe that this little girl could write such exquisite poems! Turning his gaze back, he looked at the crowd and said, "Without further ado, please see for yourself the poems these three have made this time." ”

While he was speaking, the servants had already begun to write on the whiteboard, and they were almost finished writing by this time.

I saw that on the three whiteboards, a short four-word quatrain was written.

The first song was made by Luo Yu.

"Little Pond" is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the sunshine.

The little lotus showed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly had already stood on its head.

This time, Rong Tingfeng did not open his mouth to explain, but Liu Hanxiao said, "Brother Luo Yu's poem is as vivid and interesting as his usual style, so the score we each give is Jiu points." ”

Everyone couldn't help but nod secretly, they still agreed with Luo Yu's poetry.

"You guys look at this second song, it was made by Miss Shen Feiling of the Prime Minister's Mansion, although it is not as atmospheric as the previous one, but it is also excellent, so the score given by each of us is also a score of nine points."

Ning Qingming, who was on the side, then spoke.

The crowd followed and looked at the poem on the whiteboard.

"Jiang Xue" thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear.

Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

This poem is lofty, and they can't help but admire this delicate and weak girl in their hearts now.