The scholar Yi Ahsan shook his head and recited, praising it: "The poem of the Ten Blessings is indeed a stroke of genius!" All of them are the colors of the world, and only the peony crowns the king's name! ”

All of them are the colors of the world, and only the peony crowns the king's name!

How domineering!

Chrysanthemums, plum blossoms, begonias, orchids, osmanthus, jasmine, you are all the color of the city, some are famous, but the only flower in the world is peony, which is the name of the crown...... The king of flowers! Its momentum, who can compare!

This also alludes to the status of the crown prince! Even if he is not as prestigious as the eldest brother in the army, and his status among the literati is not as good as the third child, but he is the crown prince, who can compare!

The prince showed a comfortable smile on his face, this poem is so good!

The ten brothers and sisters took the initiative to show favor, and he was ready to give the ten brothers and sisters a favor with face, but he didn't expect the ten brothers and sisters to really win.

Although it can be seen that the ten brothers and sisters are limericks, this idea is already good!

An Xiaogege's face turned pale: "You didn't win, how can such a shoddy verse compare with me!" ”

Yuan Wense smiled: "You won!" It's true! ”

She put down her pen and looked back and saluted the prince: "The younger brother and sister lost a game to the second brother of the prince, and Ming'er asked the tenth master to accompany the younger brother and sister of the minister." ”

"The poems of the ten brothers and sisters are excellent, and in time, there will be another talented woman in the Qing Dynasty! Lone wants to reward ten brothers and younger siblings! "The prince is in a good mood, fighting flower poems, focusing on the first word fight, none of the poems in front of this one is as fighting as this one!

Shifujin has already won a big victory, what a crime, only Prince An's family, this incomprehensible little grid will make up for it!

The original text and the old ten salutes, thank you!

Lao Shibi couldn't close his mouth, looking at the poem and the word, his eyebrows and eyes were bent, and he couldn't wait to frame the word immediately and hang it in the main hall for the world to enjoy.

The blessing of the lord, the blessing of the lord wrote!

In this battle, not to mention An Xiaogege's reputation, Shifujin was really touted as the first talented woman in Mongolia!

In the reputation of Wen Wense's hacking, there is finally a bright spot!

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This time, the BBS of the Qing Dynasty Fujin is even more crazy and spitting!

Crown Princess: I look at it with a good eye, and I know the status of our grandfather. The little girl of Prince An's family doesn't know what to do, and it's not too late to stumble on her when she wants to ask for a marriage!

Da Fu Jin: The ten brothers and sisters really do a good job of poetry! But this pregnant body is showing off everywhere, and this temperament doesn't know what to say. Huang Ama gave Jingqi Mama is still restless, if something happens to the child, it will be too late to regret it.

Sanfujin: Why is she everywhere? Look at what she's capable of! This broken poem is still appreciated! If you dump her on the street when you are five or six years old, that is, you will not be there that day, otherwise you can show your talent! Alas, on such an occasion, why is she missing!

Sifujin: The child is sick! It doesn't matter to me what kind of poetry I do.

Wufujin: It turns out that the tenth brother and sister are still poets!

Qifujin: Hehe...... A person who is about to be unlucky, she is not jealous! It's true!

Beatitudes: I know your secret that no one knows, and in the future, you should bless me not to anger me, or I will have a hundred ways to make your death ugly! Eighteen good poems won't save your fate.

Everyone: Our status is low, don't we even have the right to speak? We also have a lot of opinions, so why not let us post!