"Then it's easy to say, whether my method is good or not depends on whether you believe it or not, if you believe it, lend them to me for use, and take advantage of today, let's settle this stubble immediately."

Xiang Yeqi smiled slyly, and lazily beckoned to summon the tool man identified by Qiu Ming to his side.

She didn't care much about the vanity of the Prime Minister's Cousin, if it wasn't for the poems she composed, sooner or later someone would see some clues and put them in a position where they were not ashamed, it was just a matter of time, so why bother to add trouble to herself?

But after all, the young lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion offended Bo Zhaoxu and formed a bond with herself, so she couldn't pretend that she didn't know anything like a nobody.

Xiang Yeqi took his colleagues to collect the old books that had been placed in the dusk, and found the dried old ink and put it on the table.

Time was pressing, and most of the books collected by Wu Ji and the others were only a few pages, or there were small half-white pages left blank, which happened to echo Xiang Yeqi's request.

She dipped it in ink, copied several other famous works of poets that had been copied by the Prime Minister's Cousin, and when the ink was dry, she brushed it up a little more.

"Fan."

Wu was puzzled: "Fan what?" ”

Xiang Yeqi pointed to a few books on the table, which can be described as reasonable.

These books are already a little yellowed and curly, and some water has been sprinkled on the night, can you really read them? Although he was puzzled, he still did as he had been arranged, and asked his colleagues to dry a few books with a fan.

This is not over, Xiang Yeqi picked a fresh face among Bo Zhaoxu's guards, and asked him to transfer these books to the servants outside the house, and he slipped back to the small bridge to peel lotus seeds and watch the play.

The servants of the Hou Mansion had no other errands today, so they collected the things and trotted them to Mrs. Hou's side.

"What is this?"

Mrs. Hou put it aside, not daring to act rashly, according to her, these books are too weird, and they have caught up with such a day, maybe it is a "secret weapon" sent by a political enemy.

The servant of the Hou Mansion relayed: "Mrs. Hui, these books were sent by a very broken son, he said that the family was in business, and when he traveled around the country, he met some down-and-out scholars, and wrote these books by himself, and he wanted to take a few to the capital to find some opportunities, but when he came back, he caught up with the shipwreck, and none of them were spared, and only rescued a few original manuscripts, and wanted to hand them over to Mrs. Hou for review, which can be regarded as comforting the souls of several friends in the sky......"

When Mrs. Hou heard this story, she was even sad.

Her preference for scholars is not only limited to women, but to take care of all readers, and it is her talent that can most impress Mrs. Hou's mind.

After listening to such a touching story, Mrs. Hou began to flip through one of the poetry books, but coincidentally, she had not yet turned a few pages before she saw the poem written by the Prime Minister's Mansion.

She raised her eyes: "Miss Cui, the poem you just made, but you made it yourself, and no one helped you?" Is that poem your work today, or is it a poem from the past? ”

Mrs. Hou once praised the talent of the Prime Minister's Mansion in front of everyone, and if this poem was not written by her, it would be a great irony.

Miss Prime Minister's Mansion didn't even think about it: "Mrs. Huihou, the poem just now was improvised by the people's daughter, and no one was there to help!" ”

She didn't know that if this poem was written in the past, Mrs. Hou might think that there was some misunderstanding from it, maybe Miss Prime Minister's Mansion was wronged and plagiarized the poem.

But the Prime Minister's Mansion is full of answers, "improvisation" will make her better and attract everyone's attention.

Mrs. Hou looked at the poems in the book and couldn't help sighing.

Not only should it be a little earlier than the poem of Miss Prime Minister's Table, but it even completes the two sentences of Miss Prime Minister's Office that rhyme awkwardly because of the lack of it.

Mrs. Hou was still worried about any misunderstanding, but she was a little soft-hearted: "Yes, Miss Cui, I like your poem very much, the momentum of rushing to the sea and never returning, and few people can do it today." I wonder if Miss Cui can improvise another song and let me see it again? ”

"What's so hard about that?"

After only a few words of praise, the tail of the Prime Minister's Mansion was about to rise to the sky.

She was so proud: "The bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground, look up at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown." Mrs. Hou, this is a poem inspired by the people's daughter's nostalgia for her hometown, which may be a little simple and not on the table, but it is better than the sentimental longing of the people's daughter. ”

Xiang Yeqi almost couldn't hold back the smile on his face, what did this Miss Cousin of the Prime Minister's Mansion think?

After copying, I have to step on it back, saying that other people's poems can't be said on the stage, and I still do my own reading comprehension here, really think everyone is a fool?

Mrs. Hou's face was about to turn green: "Miss Cui's talent is really outstanding, I admire it very much." In that case, how about I inscribe a poem for you, "Silent Night Thoughts"? ”

Miss Prime Minister's Mansion was stunned in place, not daring to speak rashly, for fear that it was just a coincidence.

The guests present were not idle, and from Mrs. Hou's ambiguous expression, it could be seen that this young lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion was about to suffer.

Miss Prime Minister's Mansion pestle in place for a long time before she spoke: "Mrs. Hou is high." ”

Good guy, Xiang Yeqi has really never seen such a good person to commit a crime against the wind.

Mrs. Hou raised her eyebrows, and the courage of a family of military generals was really looming. She calmly flipped through several other poetry collections, all of which appeared in the poems "written" by the Prime Minister's Mansion, compared with the inconsistent poetic style, most of the poems in this poetry collection are works with the same poetic style, even if the titles are different, they all have traces to follow.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Miss Prime Minister's Mansion shook her head again and again and refuted: "Mrs. Hou, the people just said wrong, these poets and women have already had ideas, and they have also looked for someone to review them before, but today...... Today I improvised a few changes. ”

"I don't like people who tell lies the most in my life."

Mrs. Hou angrily threw a few poetry books on the table, relieved her breath for a long time, and then calmed down: "In my opinion, this Hou Mansion, you don't have to come again in the future, Mrs. Cui, have you made up your mind to take this eye medicine for me, or are you so vain and full of lies?" ”

The faces of the innocent and implicated young ladies of the Cui family were almost distorted, not to mention the Mrs. Cui mentioned by Mrs. Hou.

Sitting in tandem with someone who can't fight with eight poles, which one can withstand such humiliation?

No matter how reluctant Mrs. Cui is, she still has to smile with Mrs. Hou: "My niece is from a small town, and she is bent on showing off and showing her face in front of a big man like you, so it is inevitable that there will be some unreasonable things, and she will offend Mrs. Hou and be willing to accept the punishment." ”

With that, she neatly slapped the Prime Minister's Cousin and pulled the person behind her.

If she likes this eccentric niece, it is absolutely not. It's just that because she is outside the house at this time, it is really a situation of both glory and humiliation, and let this cousin mess around, how do others know which remote town she is fighting from?

It's not that I want to point out the family style of the Prime Minister's Mansion is not good, and I disciplined such a person who doesn't know the general situation.

But once she returns to the Prime Minister's Mansion, she won't have a good life.

Xiang Yeqi accepted the results very satisfied, and then trotted all the way back to Bo Zhaoxu's side, seeing that he was almost one step away from covering Bo Zhaoxu's eyes.

She stepped on the air.

Not only did he step on a little empty, but he almost split a fork under Qiu Ming's gaze.

Bo Zhaoxu turned sideways because of Qiu Ming's frightened eyes, and saw Xiang Yeqi frozen in place, sitting in a posture of opening his teeth and dancing claws in order to maintain his balance, like a little raccoon that intimidated his opponent.

"Are you—want to assassinate this king?"

Bo Zhaoxu playfully looked at the face of asking for help from Yeqi, and finally couldn't bear to take a hand and hold the person in his arms.

Xiang Yeqi was very moved, and then gave Bo Zhaoxu a fist. If it weren't for the presence of others, and she twisted her ankle slightly, then she would have teased Bo Zhaoxu a few more words.

The monarch of Western Xia then set the day of the autumn hunt, and Qiu Ming also asked Xiang Yeqi if he could participate in the autumn hunt with Bo Zhaoxu because of his not light or serious injury, and Xiang Yeqi thought that it was only a small injury, so he didn't take it seriously.

As soon as Xiang Yeqi leaned out of the carriage, he saw Mrs. Hou patrolling the side of the monarch of Western Xia with a sassy and light escort.

She couldn't help but "sympathize" with the monarch of Western Xia, and the guard she carefully selected turned out to be one who wanted his life.

She looked out again: "Why don't you see the old marquis?" ”

Qiu Ming was beckoning the Xixia guards to move down several boxes of bows and arrows for him and Bo Zhaoxu, and she couldn't help but be distracted in order to reply: "My father has been studying medicine for many years, and he has never been so lively, if it weren't for my mother really wanting to come, he would probably be preparing a prescription for her to regulate her body at this time, and she is very stubborn." If you want to find him, I'm afraid you'll have to run to the doctor's tent. ”

Xiang Yeqi thought that he didn't have much friendship with the old marquis, so he dispelled this idea that didn't come up at all.

As soon as she thought about jumping out of the carriage to breathe, Bo Zhaoxu pulled her out of the carriage as expected, so angry: "I don't know how to be careful?" ”

Sticking out his tongue angrily at Night.

Less leaning, Nan Chen ran back with a round gray-haired rabbit.

The rabbit must have been caught in a trap, and it was already in its arms, and it was very confused and gnawed on a piece of radish the size of a little finger.

Nan Chen handed the gray rabbit to Xiang Yeqi's arms, and stood upright: "Princess, the prince is afraid that you will be too bored to stay alone, so I have found a companion for you." ”

Bo Zhaoxu's faint gaze glanced at Nan Chen, leaving only a blade-like gaze, allowing him to understand the deep meaning on his own.

Nan Chen coughed twice, and changed his words very calmly: "It was my subordinates who happened to see the princess who was caught and brought back to relieve the princess's boredom, and I hope the princess can like it." ”

Whispering to the Night.

Nan Chen, do you know that your ability to help Bo Zhaoxu tell lies has not been very good, and even regressed a little? Bo Zhaoxu's dead tsundere is really hard-mouthed!