Helian Ying said in a lazy voice: "Qu Shui Liuzhen, the ability of literati and ink writers is elegant, and Jia'er doesn't want to write poems, but is it going to break the rules?" ”

Helian Yingche took out the prince's majesty again, and shocked the poor Yun Fu'er.

The Nine Emperor Princes, Helian Yingchu, said politely: "It's better to see if the girl is pretentious first, if you really can't do it, we won't be reluctant, and then the girl will play the piano again, how about it?" ”

"You'er, or you can try it first, don't put too much pressure on yourself, since the prince said that you can write poems, you must have talent in this area, and we also want to see it." Helan Diemeng comforted from the side.

Yun Hui'er saw that she couldn't hide, so she had to respond.

Helian Yingche said: "Why don't you just write a poem on the theme of the Peach Blossom Festival." ”

Yun Hui'er saw Helian Yingche speak, how dare she not obey, so she had to bite the bullet, drive the ducks to the shelves, and get an axe in front of the royal family and nobles.

Gong E, who was beside her, had already prepared pen, ink, paper, and inkstone for Yun Wei'er.

Yun Hui'er picked up the pen, thought for a moment, then put down the pen, and wrote a poem in a flowing manner.

Helan Diemeng and Helian Yingtai, the eleventh prince, next to Yun Wei'er, poked their heads from their seats and looked at Yun Hui'er's inscription poem.

After a while, the book and ink were finished.

Helan Diemeng saw the poems written by Yun Wei'er, smiled and nodded.

Although Helian Yingtai doesn't know how to compose poetry, he is also a person who has read the books of sages, and the so-called "can't compose poems and can chant". Today, I couldn't help but be a little surprised when I saw the little maid in the palace of Annan writing poems. Goodbye Yun Wei'er's poetry talent, far above himself, boasted: "Good poetry! Good poetry! I didn't expect Miss Er's poetry skills to be so profound. It's really the biggest surprise of today's Shangsi Festival! ”

Yun Wei'er said humbly: "The eleventh prince has praised it falsely. ”

Helian Yingchu, who was sitting in the distance, smiled and said, "What the girl has given, let's also listen to it." ”

Helan Diemeng picked up the paper and ink of Yun Hui'er's inscription poem and read: "Chunhui is ten miles of peach blossoms, and a hundred turns are beautiful and shy and beautiful." The stream flowers are full of thousands of songs, and the fragrance is fragrant. ”

Helian Ying heard it for the first time, nodded and admired: "It should be wonderful to be in love!" The poems of the girl are beautiful, and the words are beautiful, which really makes our eyes shine. Especially in such a short period of time, the use of 'ten, hundred, thousand, thousand' measure words in the poem to advance emotions and sublimate the poetry is amazing! No wonder, the royal brother insisted on embellishing the girl to write poems. ”

"Thank you to the Nine Emperors for your love, the slave and maid are ugly." Yun Wei'er said humbly.

The crown prince Helian Yingche stared at Yun Hui'er who was smiling lightly opposite with admiring eyes, and his affection was even stronger.

Helan Diemeng spied Helian Ying's look at Yun Wei'er, and her heart turned a little pale.

After everyone admired it again, they began to take the next turn.

This time, it was Yun Zhu'er who released the feathers. In order to increase the interest of the meandering water, Yun Wei'er deliberately increased her strength when she released the feathers.

Yu Yu wandered down, skimmed Helan Diemeng, Helian Yingche and others in turn, and repeated in front of Yun Yu'er again. Yun Wei'er secretly said that it was not good in her heart, but her face did not leak and pretended to be calm.

Fortunately, the feather never stopped, slowly descended along the water, and came to Helan Diemeng.

Everyone thought that the feather bud would stop in front of Helan Diemeng, however, just like Helian Yingche said before, the feather bud drifted on the Quxi River, and seemed to be contaminated with aura, with its own thoughts, completely uncontrolled by human will.

The feather sword paused in front of Helan Diemeng, but under the impetus of the current, it slid forward, and then came to the front of the crown prince Helian Yingche.