Cen Xiyan used the self-title of "courtier" for the first time, and specially pointed out that it was the question of the eighth princess, so she must do a good job in this topic!

This is almost to say, Mo Manlu relied on his identity as a princess of the royal family to oppress her as a little marquis's concubine, so that she had to bear her provocation and humiliation.

Mo Junxuan and Mo Junhan's faces changed slightly, and even Mo Junfei frowned and stiffened his face.

Cen Xiyan's words were a little harsh, but they couldn't say anything to refute, Mo Junxuan secretly sighed that his eighth sister was unconscious, Mo Junfei simply glared at Mo Manlu with an unkind face, and even Mo Junhan secretly complained that Mo Manlu was doing something too obvious.

Only Mo Xianyun, who had no consciousness of being a royal family in the Eastern Period, looked at Cen Xiyan, lowered his eyes and smiled a little, picked up the teacup, and drank tea leisurely.

Mo Manlu didn't pay attention to the expressions of several imperial brothers and imperial brothers at all, and was still immersed in the pleasure of attacking Cen Xiyan!

Seeing that Cen Xiyan had responded to the battle, he raised his chin arrogantly and urged: "Then hurry up, everyone is waiting, don't delay everyone's time any longer!" ”

Under the gaze of everyone, Cen Xiyan picked up the rice paper elegantly and skillfully, spread it on the table, pressed the red paperweight, selected a brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote on the rice paper!

She moves like a pen, and her movements are extremely chic! There is almost no pause when writing, and the flow is smooth, all in one go!

Everyone was taken aback when they looked at Cen Xiyan's writing speed and his chic and casual posture!

They didn't expect that Cen Xiyan really wrote what he said, and almost didn't think about it, so he started writing! This is not like a person who is not good at poetry!

Moreover, anyone with a discerning eye can see that looking at the way this Miss Cen Liu holds a pen and writes, you can know that she is a person who often uses a pen! Moreover, what she is writing at the moment is definitely not the small letter that the ladies are used to writing!

Because the regular script is too upright, stroke by stroke, horizontal and vertical, it is not suitable for quick pen writing, so everyone will judge from this.

Some people who were seated close to Cen Xiyan couldn't help but stretch their necks to look over, and when they saw the handwriting on the paper, they couldn't help but widen their eyes and show surprise!

Some people couldn't hold back and praised it out loud, "Good words!" ”

Cen Xiqin and Jin Fang were the closest people to Cen Xiyan, and when they looked at the handwriting on the rice paper at this moment, their eyes were also round, and their faces showed a look of surprise.

Cen Xiqin had seen Cen Xiyan's handwriting, but the words she had seen Cen Xiyan write were just dignified and beautiful plum blossom letters, but she didn't expect that she could write such a chic handwriting!

The expressions of these people around Cen Xiyan suddenly aroused the curiosity of the others! However, because they all held their own identities, they all endured it, and they didn't come directly to watch what Cen Xiyan wrote, but they were all itchy and had some expectations for Cen Xiyan's poems.

Cen Xihan, Lin Xiaoyu, Mo Manlu and other people who were expecting Cen Xiyan to make a fool of themselves couldn't help frowning or sinking their faces when they saw the expressions of those people.

They tried their best to make Cen Xiyan ugly, could it be, the ugliness didn't make her out, but made her look good, right? !

At this time, Jin Fang, Cen Xiqin and several others had changed from being surprised by Cen Xiyan's handwriting to paying attention to what poems she had written......

When the others saw their expressions, they were even more curious, what did this Miss Cen Liu do!

There was not much time, and Cen Xiyan wrote a seven-character quatrain! The title is only one word "needle"!

After she finished writing the poem, she put down the brush, gently dried the rice paper, and got up, intending to hand over the work to the large desk in the middle.

At this moment, a voice as clear as a spring suddenly sounded, "Bring it." ”

Cen Xiyan raised his eyebrows slightly, followed the voice, and saw that Mo Xianyun was looking at her, with a glimmer of light in his deep eyes, and stretched out a hand to her, waiting for her to hand over the rice paper in his hand to him.

At this moment, it was not only Cen Xiyan who looked at Mo Xianyun, in fact, everyone present was looking at Mo Xianyun!

From the beginning of the poetry club to the present, Mo Xianyun seems to be an outsider, he does not write poems, and he never evaluates other people's poems, which is incompatible with the atmosphere here, but no one dares to say anything.

Now he actually took the initiative to read Cen Xiyan's poems!! It seems that he is really concerned about the sixth lady of the Cen family!

Many noble ladies looked at Cen Xiyan with their eyes, and they couldn't hide their envy, jealousy, and hatred! is just a concubine of Cen Mansion, and she is still not favored! In addition to being good-looking, how can she be so virtuous that she is looked at differently by His Royal Highness Prince Rui!

Among them, the most jealous and unwilling person is Cen Xihan, she can't figure out why Lord Rui's eyes only see Cen Xiyan and can't see her! Where is she inferior to Cen Xiyan!

Cen Xiyan looked at Mo Xianyun's slender and good-looking hand, raised his eyebrows, and then walked over without too much hesitation and handed the rice paper to his hand.

Mo Xianyun was very satisfied with Cen Xiyan's obedience, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and a faint smile flashed.

Cen Xiyan didn't stop in front of Mo Xianyun's table for long, and after handing him the rice paper, he turned around and went back to his table.

Mo Xianyun lowered his head at this time, looked at the rice paper in his hand seriously, and saw the chic and beautiful book on the rice paper, and his eyes couldn't help showing appreciation, little girl, the handwriting is good!

After appreciating the handwriting, he carefully read the content of the poem and was stunned! Stunned for a moment, the corners of his mouth grinned, different from the subtle smile that hooked the corners of his lips before, this time, he unabashedly showed an obviously happy smile!

Everyone looked at the smile on Mo Xianyun's face, and their eyes straightened, and many people were stunned! It turns out that a man can also captivate the country when he laughs......

Mo Xianyun finished admiring Cen Xiyan's masterpiece, and handed the rice paper to Mo Junxuan on the side.

Mo Junxuan took the rice paper with some mechanical movements, and then looked down at the rice paper.

The chic and casual impeccable handwriting that greeted his eyes made Mo Xianyun couldn't help but admire!

In the past, when Cen Xiyan used the identity of Suifeng to contact Mo Junxuan, he had seen her cursive handwriting, but this time, Cen Xiyan wrote a line calligraphy, although it was also chic and beautiful, but it was not as sloppy and arrogant as cursive, so Mo Junxuan did not recognize this as "Suifeng" handwriting.

After admiring Cen Xiyan's handwriting, and then looking at the content of the poem, he was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth twitched, and he involuntarily read out the poems on the rice paper: "The tip of the mouth is as white as silver, and the argument is not half a cent, the eyes are long on the buttocks, and he only recognizes clothes and does not recognize people......"