Wen Qingcen seemed to be able to hear the thumping of his heart in his chest.

Everything disappeared in the cold water and smoke, only the woman in ice blue clothes, she looked down on everyone proudly and carelessly, and her arrogant and cold appearance became more and more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

In her unassuming tone, she uttered the most thrilling words.

The little guy next to him who was transcribing and transcribing was busy recording Wen Guqi's verses.

Everyone watched the little guy write, and they all understood it in their hearts.

If this poem can be written into a poem of seven laws, Luoyang paper must be expensive.

But even if there is only one sentence, it is enough for a woman who has been in the boudoir for a long time to be famous all over the world.

It's too tough.

The people present whispered one after another, asking about the identity of the woman in blue who fought poetry.

Whose girl is it, can have such a knowledgeable vision?

Although Chen Wang Shizi said it casually and made a start, it was definitely a rare good sentence in the wine order.

And Gu Yunqi followed, not to be far behind.

And that woman actually pointed out the mistakes and omissions in Gu Gongzi's poems, and her tone was calm, all of which were facts, and Gu Gongzi couldn't even refute them.

If this woman arrives here, it will be fine, but she still follows a poem.

In the case that the first two are already in front of her, she is swimming against the current, and she is not even an ordinary pair, she still has to follow the range of the first two people, and she must go-for-tat with the first two in such a narrow range.

What's more,

She won.

Win very thoroughly, win without objection.

Although the poems of the first two people quote scriptures, they are all dry poems, without imagery, and there is no imaginable scene.

And the sentence that the woman uttered, just the first sentence at the beginning, can make people think that in the garden of the eunuch's house, there are dignitaries pointing to those flower pots from above, and directing their subordinates to move the gorgeous peonies for viewing.

In the next sentence, the three words of the emperor are magnificent.

It can make people think of the emperor sitting on the jade steps and the dragon chair in an instant.

All the people bowed, and hundreds of officials lined up.

There is a scene, there is a context, and the top and bottom are unified, and such complex philosophies and conflicts can be expressed in just two sentences.

What's more, the meaning of the verses is thought-provoking.

This is by no means something that the average person can do.

This poem, looking at the entire banquet, even Prince Chen and Gu Gongzi can't compete with it, let alone others.

Whose young lady is this woman, she has the courage to provoke Gu Gongzi in person, and she has more confidence to support her arrogance.

Jiang Ruofu's gaze was fixed on Wen Guqi.

And Wen Guqi turned his eyes lightly and met her gaze.

It's different from the eye contact that everyone doesn't know.

At this moment, everyone present saw each other.

I saw Chen Wang Shizi, who was sitting at the head of the seat, looking at the stunning woman who spoke amazingly, and his eyes met.

It was as if there was no one around, only the two of them at the table.

Jiang Lanqian's ten fingertips were completely cold.

She looked at the two of them looking at each other without concealing their scruples, and the eyes of Prince Chen were fixed on Jiang Ruofu.

Jiang Ruofu looked at him casually, his hands still slightly supporting his head, looking lazy.

But it was such an undignified appearance, but Prince Chen couldn't take his eyes off it.

Jiang Lanqian's breathing was short, and she unconsciously tightened her clothes.

Not her delusion.

It turned out not to be her delusion.

On the night when Lu Weizhang asked her to go to Baijulou, she happened to see two people standing by the window when she passed by the box next door, although she didn't see the woman's appearance, she concluded that the woman was Jiang Ruofu.

That dress, that dress, she remembered very clearly.

Because Jiang Ruofu was surrounded by everyone when she went out, she looked at it a few more times, and it was difficult for her to admit it.

And the man holding her is long, with extremely angular side contours, and he is also cold and mature, indifferent and alienated.

It's just that at that moment, the man's expression was very gentle.

Gently hugged Jiang Ruofu, Jiang Ruofu seemed to be sobbing, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

Because the night was too thick, although Jiang Lanqian had already guessed in his heart in a hurry, he still didn't dare to assert it.

Until now, seeing that at the banquet, Wen Guqi and Jiang Ruofu met their eyes in public without hesitation, Jiang Lan couldn't understand it anymore.

It was not Chen Jing who was with Jiang Ruofu that night, but the prince of King Chen.

And Wang Shizi Chen took her into his arms, spoke softly, and his face was soft, which was completely different from the indifferent look she saw at the banquet now.

Looking at the two people who were looking at each other unscrupulously in front of her, Jiang Lanqian gritted her teeth.

Jiang Ruofu,

It's amazing.

No wonder it's a prostitute's daughter, it's really a watery poplar, and she can hook men to be fascinated by her.

Wen Qingcen is,

Chen Jing is,

Now, even the prince of Chen Wang has fallen on her path.

Forget about others.

Why is it the son of King Chen?

The pair of figures hugging each other at the window that night were like a thorn in Jiang Lanqian's mind, stirring people's minds full of messy and painful people.

Jiang Lan sneaked and clutched the corner of her clothes, her eyes were red, and she was a strange book

Why did Jiang Ruofu have such luck.

It can get everyone's attention and love.

She's just a prostitute!

Daughter of a prostitute!

Wen Guqi raised his eyebrows slightly, looked away, and didn't look at Jiang Ruofu again.

And Jiang Ruofu realized that since she and Wen Guqi had been staring at each other in front of everyone for so long in such a grand manner, she hurriedly looked away.

Gu Yunqi slowly closed the painting fan, folding it one by one, and looked at Wen Guqi with deep eyes.

The scene of Wen Guqi and Jiang Ruofu looking at each other also fell into his eyes.

This woman is unfathomable.

Dare to confront him like this, and be able to say such verses.

What's more, it has a relationship with King Chen's son.

It's not easy.

The man's slender and misty eyes were dangerous, staring at Wen Guqi like a hungry eagle.

Everyone looked at Wen Guqi and Jiang Ruofu looking at each other, and Jiang Ruofu didn't look away for a long time, and their hearts were shocked, and an impossible guess came to their hearts.

Shizi ...... It can't be that you have a crush on this woman, right?

Everyone here was full of thoughts and their hearts were in turmoil.

And Wen Guqi just sat there casually, just lazily holding his hand, it was a unique scenery, noble and beautiful, cold and alienated.

The cold shisha was blown away by the wind and soaked into the robes of the people.

In the eyes of everyone, the woman in the ice blue dress had her long hair and was blown by the wind like a flower.

The white hosta on her hair was also as ethereal as this hookah, passing through her hair, soaked in mist.

Bright eyes and bright teeth, eye waves.

Such a woman, just talking about her appearance,

It's one in a million.

In terms of talent and appearance, this profound knowledge is only afraid that few boudoir women can compare with it.

The men all looked at the fairy-like woman involuntarily.

And at this moment, the jealousy and criticism in the woman's heart were mostly hidden.

Curious people asked who this was, and the answer was that it was the daughter of the Inner History Mansion.

In an instant, it was clear to me.

It turned out to be the concubine of the Inner History Mansion.

No wonder the talent is so outstanding.

And he acted quite boldly, as if he was not afraid of offending the Gu family at all, isn't this the Jiang family's indifferent to fame and fortune, and not flattering because of their status and status?

Among the Jiang family, even if she is the daughter of a moth, she is also a family of women.

What's more, she is the daughter of the Inner History Mansion, which must be taught by the Inner History Master himself, so that he can have such a vision to learn.

The girl who is held in the palm of her hand, what else do they have to be jealous of.

They don't qualify.

Sure enough, only the concubine of the Inner History Mansion is like this to make it easier for people to accept.

The Jiang family has an outstanding bearing, and they can't think about it with common sense, this Miss Jiang choked in public and pointed out that Gu Gongzi's fault is just a little more upright, how can it be that she wants to seduce Gu Gongzi?

If he really wants to seduce Gu Gongzi, then why do you want to say that he is wrong and ask him to make a fool of himself in public?

This is obviously due to this Miss Jiang's temperament, but there is nothing wrong with being upright, this Miss Jiang did correct Gu Gongzi's mistakes, and even made such a blockbuster poem, even if it is upright, it can't hide the shock brought by talent.

Because of the blessing of his identity, everyone's views on Jiang Ruofu have changed.

And Wen Guqi is still the same as before, not very solemn, but everyone looks at it and feels that it is informal and natural.

Jiang Moyin next to him pinched a cold sweat.

Fortunately, the seventh sister took it out, otherwise it would have been a shame.

So many people are watching!

Others didn't see it, but Jiang Shuyun couldn't have seen it.

She kept looking at Gu Yunqi, and saw the eyes of the person she admired looking at the good sister opposite her.

There was an indescribable meaning in those eyes.

Jiang Shuyun's expression was lonely, and she lowered her eyes when she remembered her previous guess in the paddock.

Sure enough, Gu Gongzi still likes such a wanton woman.

Ruofu really got Gu Gongzi's attention.

Jiang Shuyun's hand holding the wine glass couldn't help but tremble slightly, his nose was sore, and he desperately suppressed the sudden grievance in his heart.

Everyone took a few more wine orders, and there were occasional masterpieces, but there was never such an amazing work as Fang Cai.

And Jiang Ruofu, Gu Yunqi, and Wen Guqi never spoke again.

At the banquet, everyone whispered and laughed, but they always lost the feeling of tension and arbitrary confrontation.

It's boring.

It's finally over, and according to the process, it should be a game of shooting and loading.

Shoot fake lotus flowers on the pavilion, the one who shoots more wins, and the loser takes a boat to pick up those lotuses. These are no different from the ones played at the promotion banquet of the inner history before.

It's just that the rules are a little different.

There is one more pressing link.

When the man competes against the man, the woman stands aside and watches, using one of her own jewelry to determine who wins, and if she wins, she can take back her jewelry and take one from someone else.

When women compete with women, men also decide to win or lose, men have no jewelry, that is, they can press these accessories such as fan pendants and jade pendants, but men rarely take away each other's things, but will give the winning woman who loses, so in the flower banquet, most of the girls who can return with a full load mean that they are in the limelight at the flower court banquet.

It also means that the men who won her have a good impression of her and are willing to give away the winnings in their hands.