None of the boudoir ladies present were willing to speak for Li Tingyu.

First, they didn't dare to offend Lord Cheng'an and Miss Wang, and secondly, the reputation of the two sisters, Li Tingyu and Li Tingxuan, was not very good, and they didn't want to get involved with the two.

Pingsheng wanted to speak, but when he thought that the person who found fault was his fiancée, he didn't want to say much.

King Jing was very curious, wondering how Li Tingyu would argue with them.

Jin Zi watched everyone watching the excitement, no one wanted to help the eldest lady, and her eyes were red with anger.

If the little general is here, he will definitely not let others bully the eldest lady.

It's a pity that she is just a little girl, and she is soft-spoken, and she can't speak without permission. Otherwise, she wouldn't let this group of fools bully the eldest lady.

Banxia was as quiet as ever, she hung her head and stood beside Li Tingyu, just waiting for Li Tingyu to give an order to beat the two idiot misses. She wants to write down this group of people who are looking for trouble, and go back to tell the little master.

The little master will have his own way to vent his anger for the girl.

Li Tingyu didn't know the intentions of the two maids at all, she spoke unhurriedly: "Is it now popular to deduct people from the black pot without evidence." I'm sorry, but I'm not in the habit of taking the blame. You say I'm asking someone to write a poem, do you have any evidence?"

Fang Yuanyuan saw Li Tingyu refute her, and so many people were watching, so she naturally couldn't get over her face. She said stiffly: "Do you have any evidence to prove that you wrote it?"

"Sorry, no." Li Tingyu shook his head.

Fang Yuanyuan and Wang Zhiqiu showed that they were winning, but Li Tingyu took two steps forward, walked to the center of the crowd, and said loudly: "If you think that I asked someone to make the poem just now, then I will make another one." ”

"Here comes the paper." Li Tingyu looked at Banxia.

Banxia quickly took a piece of paper from the palace maid's hand, and when Jin Zi saw that his young lady was about to make a move, he happily sharpened the ink on the side.

Li Tingyu did not hesitate to pick up the pen again, and this time without waiting for her to finish, King Jing stood beside her and read out the poems she had written.

"The lotus flowers are coquettish, and they are sad to kill the boaters."

"The lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red."

"To love the lotus out of the mud without staining, clear ripples but not demons, straight through the outside, not vines and branches, fragrant far and clear, pavilion net planting, can be viewed from a distance and can not be blasphemed."

Sentence after sentence, song after song, all in one go.

Not only King Jing, but those sons and brothers couldn't help but stand up and leaned behind King Jing, wanting to see the poems written by Li Tingyu for the first time.

After writing ten poems about lotus flowers in a row, Li Tingyu stopped writing.

At this moment, Wang Zhiqiu and Fang Yuanyuan's faces turned pale, and the county lord of Cheng'an was no better. They never expected that Li Tingyu would still have such a poetic talent.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Li Tingyu looked at everyone.

King Jing was the first to jump out and approve of her: "Of course there is." Miss Li is so literary that she is really a woman, and she doesn't let her eyebrows go. ”

Fang Yuanyuan saw that the general trend was gone, so she didn't dare to say anything more, and sat back in her place in a gloomy manner.

Wang Zhiqiu still stubbornly refused to recognize Li Tingyu's talent, and insisted that she memorized the poems written by others.

Everyone thought she couldn't afford to lose, but she revealed the truth.

Li Tingyu didn't dare to leak half a point, these were all memorized by her overnight, just like the questions before the exam.

She guessed what the theme of today's poetry meeting would be.

The lotus flowers bloom just right in June, and most of them will be poems about lotuses. So she racked her brains to dig out the poems about lotus flowers in her mind and recited them many times.

Unexpectedly, the progress was even smoother than she thought.

"Miss Li is really a good poet." Lord Cheng'an praised with a smile.

The alarm bell in Li Tingyu's heart suddenly rang.

What's going on with this sudden praise from the county lord of Cheng'an, there must be something wrong.

As she expected, the lord of Cheng'an put forward a new request.

"Why don't you write another poem about this banquet?"

Now she really won't be able to proposition or something

Li Tingyu had a big head when he heard this request. If she refused, it would seem that she was very weak-hearted, and she confirmed Wang Zhiqiu's statement. If she agreed, she wouldn't be able to think of any banquet-related poems for a while.

But she must not show any nervousness, or today's victory will be gone from her.

Li Tingyu's brain was spinning rapidly, and she looked at the county lord of Cheng'an with an expressionless face.

Wang Zhiqiu saw that the county lord of Cheng'an was on her side, and hurriedly followed: "If you don't dare, won't it confirm my statement." ”

"Am I the actor you invited, why do you want me to write whatever I want, I will write whatever clay figurines have a temper of." Li Tingyu chose to lose his temper to stall for time.

Appropriate arrogance can make people stand on her side.

"You say my poems were copied, and you have no proof. Whoever advocates and who adduces evidence of this reasoning, don't you understand that I plagiarized and said that I took someone else's poem, but you came up with evidence. I proved my talent with dozens of poems. And you, do you dare to compare your poems with me" Li Tingyu looked at Wang Zhiqiu with his chin slightly curled.

That invincible appearance is exactly the same as Lu Ce.

Wang Zhiqiu was so stunned by her that she had nothing to say, and the nobles present also lowered their heads unconsciously, they couldn't write such good poems.

After Li Tingyu finished speaking, he maintained a cold posture and stood silently in the crowd.

Lord Cheng'an wanted to refute something, but was interrupted by King Jing.

"Is there any other lady who would like to write a poem, I want to see it again"

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, I don't want to write poetry.

After all, Li Ting's pupils are in front, and they have written dozens of songs at once, even if they think about it now, they can't think of a better one.

King Jing saw that no one answered, so he came to a conclusion: "Then the leader of today's poetry club is Miss Li, do you have any opinions?"

A few sons were the first to nod, and they could be regarded as eye-opening today.

I also understood a truth, so that hearing is false, and seeing is believing.

This Miss Li is definitely not a straw bag.

They began to envy Lu Ce, who had such a smart fiancée.

Even if the nobles were reluctant, King Jing had to nod yes when they spoke.

Lord Cheng'an looked at his brother, hoping that he would say something against it. But Xiao Junzhuo looked at Li Tingyu and ignored the county lord of Cheng'an, not knowing what he was thinking.

Lord Cheng'an bit his lower lip and looked at King Jing and Li Tingyu in the center of the field, almost unable to control his hands, wanting to tear off all the papers full of poems.

Wang Zhiqiu lost all his face today, and he hated Li Tingyu fiercely.

When Li Tingyu comes to her house as a guest, see how she cleans her up.

Unexpectedly, she played this abacus well, but things would not go as she wanted.