After Zhen Zhen finished reading, the audience was silent. Someone cast a questioning and worried look at Zhen Zhen---- she is really bold, dare to say that the crown princess is a cold frost and snow, and she is a plum blossom with a dark fragrance? Ling Han drove alone? Don't want to die?!

Zhen Zhen felt a gaze shining straight from the center of the main hall. If she read it correctly, it was the crown princess sitting there.

Chen hurriedly came out of the round and said: "Niangniang, the concubine is coarse and well-versed in writing and ink, and I am very touched to hear Miss Zhen's poem, and I would like to ask Niangniang for guidance."

The crown princess said quietly: "The Duchess doesn't have to be polite, but it's okay to say it."

Chen said earnestly: "This white plum petal is as white as snow, although it grows in the corner of the wall, it does not feel sorry for itself, and it exudes a fragrance from afar, which makes passers-by feel refreshed." It is a celebration of a person of good character who does not give in and can even help others in the face of adversity. ”

The crown princess nodded lightly and snorted.

The Qin family beside Zhen Zhen said: "Niangniang, the concubine also wants to say a word." After the crown princess agreed, she said: "This poem is simple in sentences, natural in wording, and has no traces of carving, but the meaning is very far-reaching and intriguing."

The atmosphere in the courtyard eased, and someone followed up to say that the poem was well done.

Hua Yun saw that the master had already praised the poem, and some people echoed it, and he had lost the opportunity to go against the tune again, so he squeezed out a smile and said, "Thank you Miss Zhen for the poem." Could you please Miss Zhen leave a calligraphy on this painting? ”

This is to Zhen Zhen inscription poem. Zhen Zhen agreed with a smile on his face, and sighed helplessly in his heart, just after passing a hurdle, another hurdle came. This Huayun met for the first time, where was the trouble? Could it be that he blamed himself for being unkind to the princess last time, and wanted to be angry for the princess?

"County Lord!" Ye Xiaoyu said loudly, "The little woman has something to ask for. ”

Of course, Hua Yun would not refuse, and nodded and said, "Miss Ye, please speak."

Xiaoyu said loudly: "I understand this poem by Teacher Zhen, and I can also write these words, which Teacher Zhen taught me to write before." Can you let me write a poem on my painting? ”

As soon as the words fell, Hua Yun knew that Ye Xiaoyu was going to stand up for Zhen Zhen, although she was young, but Wang Qingbo's apprentice dared to stand up and write poems, and this word was not far behind.

Hua Yun was hesitating, and someone had already spoken: "Okay." Let Miss Ye come. Poetry, calligraphy and painting, the three of them are also a good story. Zhen Zhen saw that the person who spoke was actually the crown princess.

Ye Xiaoyu jumped into the main hall, picked up the brush and inscribed a poem in the upper corner of the painting. Her neat font, which is a little immature, also complements the plum blossoms on the painting.

The crown princess spoke first: "Miss Ye's words have really been passed on by Master Wang, and it won't take a few years to be better than blue."

Ye Xiaoyu gave the crown princess a salute and said, "Thank you for your compliment."

The crown princess smiled gently: "The poem is good, the words are also good, reward!"

This style of painting has changed a little quickly, Zhen Zhen has not yet adapted to it, and has already entered the main hall in a daze, and saluted behind Ye Xiaoyu to receive the reward. The princess's maid handed over a plate with a red cloth, Zhen Zhen reached out to take it, and saw a golden hairpin inside: "Thank you for your reward."

"Let's be flat." Zhen Zhen put away the golden hairpin and saw the face of the crown princess up close, feeling that she was not so serious.

The crown princess stood up and beckoned everyone to go to enjoy the flowers together, and when she walked past Zhen Zhen, she said to her with a side face: "Come together."

When the princess's maid heard this, she deliberately took a step slower and distanced herself from the princess, Zhen Zhen followed with interest, and walked behind the princess's side. The elders all took the initiative to show goodwill, and there was no need for her to hold it anymore.

The crown princess chatted with Chen about the flowers and trees in the garden, turned her head and asked Zhen Zhendao: "Miss Zhen said that she learned poetry from a gentleman named Wang Anshi?"

Why do you still mention this stubble? It's endless. If you tell a lie, you have to use a hundred lies to fulfill that lie.

The people around listened with their ears pricked up, and Zhen Zhen replied helplessly: "Yes." Even though I was able to get Mr. Wang's guidance, I was not fortunate enough to become a student of Mr. Wang. ”

"Where is this Mr. Wang from? It seems that he has never heard of it. The crown princess asked.

"The courtiers only met Mr. Wang by chance and got advice, but they don't know where he is now. Probably a worldly master. Zhen Zhen said half-truthfully.

"Miss Zhen, the poem just now is actually written about winter." Hua Yun joined the conversation and said, "This is a good spring, don't you give a poem again?" ”

Zhen Zhen felt that he only showed his hand just now, and he couldn't convince Hua Yunxin, and he didn't know how many people present were waiting to see his jokes, and he had to give them a reassuring pill, lest they think that they had asked someone to write a poem to deal with it. So Zhen Zhen groaned slightly, made up his mind, and said confidently: "Since the county lord has an order, the courtiers must obey it."

Hua Yun smiled and said, "Please." All eyes were on him.

"The Guogong Mansion is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low on the branches. The butterflies dance from time to time, and the warbler is just crying. ”

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"You should pity the moss on the tooth prints, and the small buckle firewood will not be opened for a long time. The spring garden can't be closed, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. ”

Zhen Zhen memorized more than a dozen poems related to spring in one go, and everyone almost couldn't believe their ears, so many masterpieces could pour in at once, and before they had time to savor the beauty of this one, the next one came.

said that she was plagiarized, but who wrote so many good poems and would give them to an unknown little girl to show off?

said that she wrote it herself, Zhen Zhen had never had any fame in the poetry world before, and it was really incredible that she suddenly wrote so many poems.

Hua Yun's expression was also wonderful, at first she thought that Zhen Zhen probably turned out unfamiliar poems from some of the manuscripts to fill the number, and her face was disdainful. But when she listened to it, she was shaken, it is impossible for someone who has written so many such verses to be without fame!

Hua Yun asked suspiciously, "You wrote all this?" This is also everyone's doubt, everyone looked at Zhen Zhen, waiting for her answer.

Zhen Zhen smiled: "Don't dare to deceive the county lord, it's really not."

Hearing this, someone showed a look of contempt.

"Who wrote that?" Hua Yun asked.

The people who wrote these poems were Du Fu, Li Bai, and Wang Wei...... The last one was written by Ye Shaoweng. Zhen Zhen replied.

Everyone was dumbfounded again, not only Hua Yun, everyone felt that this answer was more ridiculous than saying "I wrote it myself", who are these names? Make it up, right?

Zhen Zhen felt that his goal had been achieved, so he bowed to the crown princess and said: "Niangniang forgives her sins, the courtiers did not intend to deceive. It's just that the courtiers are shallow in their studies, and they are afraid that the poems they make will be difficult to hear, so they borrow these poems, just to win the pleasure of the mother. ”

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