Ye Xiaoyan saw Nangong You's thoughts, walked up to him, and muttered a few words in a low voice.

Nangong frowned, picked up the pen and drew on the paper.

The eldest prince saw that the third emperor brother had started to write, so he also began to write. He had already prepared a poem a few days ago, which he was going to use today. I saw him write:

Thinking of going to Kyoto to the stage, hundreds of people competed for immortals.

The sense of climbing the building is endless, and the dynasty is coming day by day.

When he put the last word away, he turned his head sideways and saw that the painting of the third emperor brother had been drawn, and he was painting a poem next to it.

Nangong You's painting is very simple, several bamboos of different lengths. Looking at the inscription poem written next to him, the eldest prince was a little surprised: When will the third emperor brother compose a poem?

I saw him write:

Dew polyester lead powder festival, the wind shakes the green jade branches.

It is like a gentleman, and there is no place that is not suitable.

The eldest prince looked at Nangong You's poems, and then looked at his own poems, feeling that he was slightly inferior.

He suggested that each of them write poetry or paint, but he was the only one of the four brothers who was good at writing poetry, and the other three were good at painting. Unexpectedly, the third emperor brother would be able to compose poems.

The eldest prince said to Nangong You: "Third Emperor Brother, I didn't expect your poetry to be so good!" ”

Nangong You put down his pen, looked at the painting and smiled with satisfaction, and said to Nangong Yu: "Brother Emperor praised it, the poem was written by Yan'er." ”

Ye Xiaoyan almost squirted out a mouthful of tea. Don't bring such a betrayal.

She was originally thinking about him and helping him think of a simple one. Draw a few bamboos casually, and then borrow the title of "Courtyard Bamboo" by Liu Yuxi, an ancient man in the previous life, and no matter how ordinary bamboo is, it will suddenly become unusual. This second goods, why didn't she find out that he was so two before?

When a few people sitting next to him heard it, they also came over to see what kind of poem it was, and it was so praised by the eldest brother.

After reading it, Jiang Manrong secretly praised in his heart: This Ye Xiaoyan is really not simple.

Nangong Ling pouted after reading it and said, "Where did you copy it from!" ”

Ye Xiaoyan didn't argue, she said whatever she liked.

The eldest princess Nangong Qin shook her head and said, "It's not copied, I've never read this poem before." ”

Nangong Ling said: "Sister Emperor, maybe you haven't read enough books. ”

Nangong Qinqi knotted, she likes poetry, she hasn't read any of the books about poetry, how can she be like this royal sister who doesn't learn and doesn't know anything, she dares to say that she doesn't read enough books.

Nangong Ling squinted at Ye Xiaoyan and said, "If you really know how to compose poems, then you can make another poem to congratulate the Cai Poetry Club." ”

Ye Xiaoyan said lightly: "No." ”

"Look!" Nangong Ling shouted: "I'll just tell you where she copied this poem from." ”

Nangong Qin choked and said, "Then tell me, where did she copy it from?" ”

Nangong Ling stiffened her neck and said, "How do I know!" ”

Nangong Qin let out a "heh" and chuckled disdainfully.

Nangong You said to Ye Xiaoyan: "You can make another song." ”

He knew that Yan'er had a lot of poems about her world in her head, so he memorized two of them casually and killed them. It saves them from always thinking that his family Yan'er is incompetent and talentless.

Ye Xiaoyan didn't know what was wrong with Nangong You today, she usually didn't hum or haha outside, but today she actually asked her to come out.

At this time, the eldest prince also said: "Third brother and sister, you can make another song." It is the expectation of the talents of this poetry meeting. ”

Ye Xiaoyan rolled her eyes in her heart. I said that I couldn't compose poetry.

She remembered a lot of poems about encouragement, but those poems all had the characteristics of her world, and they were not used here. For example, the poem contains spring, summer, autumn and winter, wind, frost, rain and snow, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, or some allusions. There is no summer, autumn and winter, no frost, rain and snow, no lakes and seas (I don't know where those rivers flow), and there are no allusions. There is not even a bird in this world, let alone the "Peng" in "Pengcheng Wanli".

Ye Xiaoyan thought about it for a long time, and finally shook her head: "I can't do it." ”

Everyone looked at her with some disappointment, only Nangong Ling had an expression of "I have already recognized her".

Nangong Youye also looked at Ye Xiaoyan with complicated eyes. He didn't want Yan'er to be looked down upon, he knew that Yan'er was very talented, but only he knew.

The eldest prince saw that the atmosphere was a little embarrassed, and said: "Writing poems is not something that can be done in a while, the third brother and sister will think about it again when they go back, maybe it will be made in a few days." Anyway, the poetry club will be held for many days, and some of them will be time. ”

"Humph!" Nangong Ling snorted and said, "Let her go back and think about it for another ten or eight years, she won't be able to do it." ”

After Nangong Ling finished speaking, she turned her head to Nangong You and said, "Third Emperor Brother, you should draw a new one." If anyone recognizes where this poem was copied from, your face will be embarrassed! ”

When Ye Xiaoyan heard this, an eye knife was thrown over and thrown on Nangong Ling's face. said that she could, and said that Nangong Youyou didn't do it.

Nangong Ling felt Ye Xiaoyan's unkind gaze, and shouted at her: "What are you staring at, you have the ability to make a song!" ”

Ye Xiaoyan thought for a moment and chanted:

The red sun is at the end of the mountain, and the white spring flows into the river.

If you want to be poor, go to the next level.

There is no way, "Climbing the Stork's Tower" has to be changed, there is no Yellow River and no sea here. Although this change has lost its original momentum, forget it, just make do with it.

Nangong Ling frowned slightly, but immediately shouted, "Where did you copy this song from?" ”

Ye Xiaoyan looked at her and didn't speak. Some people are prejudiced against you, they are born, and they can't break it no matter how you break it. Why waste your energy on such people.

The eldest prince repeated: "If you want to be poor, go to the next level." Good poetry! ”

"What's good!" Nangong Ling was unconvinced and said: "She just copied it!" ”

"Second Emperor Sister!" Jiang Manrong stopped with a sigh. This second emperor sister is really dizzy, it was the eldest emperor brother who said it well, and she was still there to refute and shout.

The eldest prince was also a little displeased. The former meeting of the eldest sister said that this poem was not copied, and the second imperial sister actually said that the eldest sister had read less books. If it weren't for Concubine De's face, he would have reprimanded her in public. No big, no small, no respect.

The second prince, Nangong Xu, is concentrating on painting beauties, and he paints a "picture of the goddess's birthday". In the painting, the goddess holds the word "longevity" in her hand, floating to the world.

Nangong Xu is good at painting beauties, and this poetry meeting is held to congratulate the Queen Mother on her 60th birthday.

He heard the conversation between the Great Brother, but he didn't intend to intervene. If the second royal sister wants to shout, let her shout, anyway, if she yells too much, there is Manrong pulling her. As an elder brother, he wants to be a brother and a brother, so let the second emperor do it.

Nangong Ling was shouted by Jiang Manrong, knowing that it was a little too much just now, she smacked her lips, lowered her voice, and said unconvinced: "If she really knows how to compose poems, she will make another one." ”

Ye Xiaoyan didn't think about it, and said:

The tip of the head and body are as white as silver, and there is not half a cent on the scale.

His eyes are on his buttocks, and he only recognizes clothes but not people.

Everyone was thinking about the meaning of this poem, Nangong Ling jumped up and shouted, "You dare to scold me!" ”

Ye Xiaoyan chuckled and said, "Why did I scold you?" ”

"You are scolding me in this poem!" Nangong Ling was so angry that her face was purple and blue.

"My poem is about needles, needles for sewing clothes!" Ye Xiaoyan said and made a flying needle line movement.

Nangong Ling was stunned, and everyone reminisced about it, and they did say needles, and they all laughed.

Nangong Qin couldn't help but laugh and said to Ye Xiaoyan: "This poem is interesting. The eyes are on the buttocks, and there is no half a millimeter on the scales. He smiled as he spoke. She knew that this poem was indeed scolding Nangong Ling, but it made people unable to find fault.