Jun Xiuchen saw that Hua Mianmian was not worried at all, and thought of how much his royal brother loved her, and finally put away his worried heart.

"In that case, I'm going to show my true strength, master." Jun Xiuchen raised his small chin and said confidently.

Hua Mianmian flicked Jun Xiuchen's head, "You are writing poetry." ”

Beep for such a long time, and there may not be a single line of poetry coming out.

Jun Xiuchen was a little weak, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

To be honest, writing poetry is not his forte.

Before he could hold back a word of poetry here, Hua Jin Cheng made a move over there.

The little hand wrote a poem powerfully on rice paper.

Hua Mianmian read it again and exclaimed: "Good words, good poems!" ”

Hua Jin Cheng's cheeks flushed a little shyly.

My sister complimented him.

Jun Xiuchen glanced at Hua Mianmian with disdain.

Does she really know poetry?

Don't just say a few words.

Next, Jun Xiuchen slapped his face.

Because Hua Mianmian not only said the meaning of this poem, but also said the artistic conception expressed in this poem.

In and out of this poem, she is praising her.

My little brother is cute.

Jun Xiuchen looked at the proud words and snorted lightly.

He can do just fine, too!

So, hold your little head and think hard.

After a while, a poem was also written.

It's just that this poem is a limerick poem.

It's nothing more than a satire of those harem women just now.

Hua Mianmian naturally knew that Jun Xiuchen was angry for her, but she just thought that this child was so cute?

immediately praised him twice, but he was happy.

And then it's Bai Tinghao.

He said a little shyly: "It is difficult to give up the natural beauty, and once it was chosen on the king's side." Looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color. ”

Hua Mianmian was stunned.

Long Hate Song?

But there are only these four sentences.

"Did you think of it yourself?" Hua Mianmian walked up to Bai Qianhao and asked.

Bai Tianhao nodded shyly.

Among so many women just now, he really only thought that Hua Mianmian was the best-looking.

Then, I came up with these few lines of poetry in my head.

"Don't you like it?" Bai Tianhao felt a little lost in his heart.

He really likes Hua Mianmian and even hopes that she can be his sister.

Therefore, sometimes he is really envious of Hua Jin Cheng.

Hua Mianmian showed a bright smile.

Everyone was immersed in such a beautiful smile.

sighed in my heart, it is worthy of looking back and smiling!

"I like it." The voice of Hua Mian Mian is also so good, like a feather gently brushing people's hearts.

After a while, Bai Qian finally coughed lightly.

"Your poems, all passed." Although the poems written by these three people all describe the same person, they are different.

Therefore, Bai Tingqi still passed it.

"Woman, it's your turn to compose poetry." Jun Xiuchen seemed to think of something, and said: "If you can't do it, you can not do it, and I won't laugh at you, master." ”

He didn't realize it himself, and his attitude towards Hua Mianmian became much gentler.

Hua Mianmian glanced at the awkward child, her lips hooked slightly, and she immediately spit out a few verses.

This verse copied 300 Tang poems.

Well, it works.

It can be seen from these shocked little expressions.

"How? Did it make you laugh? Hua Mianmian looked at the sluggish Jun Xiuchen with a smile.