Meng Lianfeng secretly clenched his fists, held back his anger, smiled, and said to Mrs. Song: "Judging the two words, Xiao Wang is really ashamed. All of you here, if you talk about the world's articles, poems and songs, who can compare to Taifu? Judging the quality of poetry in front of Taifu is not a class axe. ”

"What's more, the two young ladies are both the daughters of the Taifu, this unparalleled talent must come from the Taifu's teaching day and night, today the two young ladies caused a misunderstanding because of a poem, if they compare in the poem, no matter what the result is, it will definitely hurt their sisterhood."

Meng Lianfeng quietly kicked the ball back again.

Song Zhiyao was overjoyed when she saw the five princes relieving her, after all, her father loved herself the most, and he wanted to marry the five princes as a princess, if she made a fool of herself in front of the world's scholars today, how would she enter the royal door in the future.

In her opinion, Song Huaci is just a fool who has just recovered from a serious illness, how can he really write such a superb poem, where must he have copied it. So he gave Meng Lianfeng a slight salute, blessed his body and said,

"What His Royal Highness the Fifth Prince said is very true, and it is precisely because of this concern that Zhiyao has not written on paper for a long time. If Zhiyao really wrote the last couplet of the original poem, the fourth sister is the future third princess, how can she bear it. ”

Song Zhiyao said that, she smiled and took the hand of the Song Painting Temple, and smiled slightly, looking like a sister, as if the quarrel and insult just now did not exist.

Everyone saw it in their eyes, and wanted to say a few words for the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, but seeing Song Zhiyao's gentle and lovely style at this time, and knowing the style of being knowledgeable, plus Song Zhiyao herself is very beautiful, such a pretty and beautiful woman, she has already thrown Song Zhiyao's arrogant and domineering appearance out of the clouds.

The literati are like this, the gentleness of the beauties is a poison that they cannot redeem, even if this gentleness is only superficial. What's more, this is still a beauty with a background. So they were silent.

Song Zhiyao's left hand was held by Song Zhiyao, looking at Song Zhiyao's hypocritical and disgusting smile, listening to her and the five princes reversing black and white singing and harmonizing, she was not angry and laughed, her right hand also held Song Zhiyao's hand, sideways to cover everyone's sight, and said with a smile while pinching Song Zhiyao's hand,

"That's what my sister said. But my sister has already written the last couplet, what should I do? It doesn't seem very reasonable to tear it off hastily. ”

Song Zhiyao wanted to break free from the hands of the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, and wanted to continue to play the deep sisterhood, but unfortunately the Song Painting Ancestral Hall was pinched too tightly and too hard, she was angry from the bottom, and her hand strength was far from the Song Painting Ancestral Hall......

Song Zhiyao's distorted and rich expression and all the small movements of the Song Painting Temple were not lost in an instant, and Meng Zhaoyan saw it in his eyes. This woman is really hidden, does not suffer losses or publicity, and is extremely intelligent, and she is about to speak but was taken away by someone.

"Now that the fourth lady has written the last couplet, she might as well open the eyes of all of us. After all, such a good poem, it is not beautiful to have no ending. "The champion gave a salute to the Song Taifu, the three princes, and the five princes, and gave a deep salute like the Song Painting Temple.

Song Zhiyao was anxious, and hurriedly looked at the five princes, the extremely beautiful phoenix eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and the misty phoenix eyes shocked Meng Lianfeng's heart. Immediately, he motioned to Song Zhiyao with his eyes not to worry.

Although he didn't believe that Song Zhiyao wrote it, he also didn't believe that it was written by Song Huaci. Bao Buqi is a new work of Song Taifu that they stole from the study. He really didn't believe that a stupid girl who had just recovered could write such good verses.

Song Huaci didn't say anything, and motioned for Xia He to present his last couplet to Song Taifu. When Mrs. Song looked at it, she was secretly frightened, others didn't know, didn't he know what was going on with his daughter?

She's been stupid since she was born, and she's never read a single day. Today, such a poem is written, not to mention that no one can compare this poem in the cangli, even if you look at the three kingdoms, it is difficult to find a second person.

"I don't know how many people will return to the moon, and the falling moon will shake the river trees." Song Taifu chanted aloud, and everyone was amazed. Congratulations to Mrs. Song, as soon as this poem comes out, the fourth lady will definitely be famous all over the world, and Mrs. Song is worthy of being the first scholar of my cangli.

Although Mrs. Song didn't like the Song Painting Temple, when he heard everyone praise it like this, although he said that it was just the work of his youngest daughter's boudoir, it was nothing. But the corners of his eyes and eyebrows couldn't hide a look of pride.

The men of the Song family have no great achievements in literature, and their daughters are going to marry after all, so they have never pinned the heavy responsibility of carrying forward the Song family on their three daughters. Unexpectedly, this stupid fourth daughter is actually a poetry genius. It seems that God has eyes.

Song Zhiyao saw the smug smile on her father's face, and then looked at the starry and moon-to-moon version of the people surrounding the Song Painting Temple to ask for advice, her heart was already thunderous, why is this fool, why can she get such treatment, just with a broken poem?

I don't believe it, it must not have been written by her.

She was so angry that she kept wringing her handkerchief, ran to Mrs. Song with anger, pulled Mrs. Song's sleeve and said coquettishly: "Daddy."

"Daddy, my sister has such talent, why don't you let her write a poem on behalf of her father with today's banquet, so as to live up to the feelings of the two princes and all the adults going to the banquet."

The crowd immediately chimed in, "That's very good." Song Taifu was not easy to refuse, and secondly, he also wanted to see whether the poems of the Song Painting Temple were true or false, so he asked the Song Painting Temple to write poems.

Meng Lianfeng looked like he was watching a good show, glanced at the Song Painting Temple contemptuously, picked up the tea, and drank it with great interest.

Meng Zhaoyan was not very worried about the Song Painting Temple, on the contrary, he felt that the Song Painting Temple would definitely have a bigger surprise waiting for everyone. Tsk, tsk, maybe for some people to be frightened? This strange woman is really rare.

He didn't speak, smiled faintly, and looked at the Song Painting Temple.

The Song Painting Temple has always been looked at by the increasingly hot gaze, and dare not look at the owner of that gaze. Such a gaze was so familiar that she really couldn't remember where she had seen it. That man turned out to be his fiancé, and he spoke for himself like this. Although he has a disability, he is much more pleasing than the scheming fifth prince.

"Painting the ancestral hall, painting the ancestral hall," Song Qiaoshu tugged at the corner of Song Huaci's clothes, and whispered: "Daddy ordered you to write poems."

Song Huaci immediately came back to his senses, and bowed slightly to everyone and said: "It's better to be respectful than to obey your fate, so, today's little girl will give a poem to the banquet on behalf of her husband.

The Song Painting Shrine looks at the bright candle flames, exquisite food, gorgeous furnishings, and a scene of singing and dancing, this era is very much like the former Song Dynasty.

The Gate of Time and Space is so interesting, even if time and space are intertwined and dynasties change, there are still similarities. It can be seen that human nature is really the first weapon that travels through the past and the present, and the era of overhead.

Seeing the thoughtful appearance of the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, Meng Lianfeng smiled coldly: "I haven't been able to write poems for so long, what's the matter, Miss Song Si shouldn't be Jiang Lang's talent, right?"

"What is the fifth brother anxious about? The ancients had nine steps to become a poem, and the soldiers also had ten steps to kill one person, the fourth lady never walked two steps, and the fifth brother said that Jiang Lang was exhausted, so where did you put the ministers who have studied hard for many years in the cold window?"

Meng Zhaoyan's words that were not salty or indifferent made the ministers a little restless. It is well known that the relationship between the third prince and the fifth prince is not good. The fifth prince usually humiliates the third prince, but now he bullies his fiancée.

Isn't this too much? Besides, this Miss Song Si is indeed quite talented, thinking of this, some quite stylish Wenchen can't do it.

"The fourth lady is very affectionate, and it is very common to ponder for a moment. Don't say that nine steps is nine hundred steps, we can wait. ”

Song Huaci finally turned around and looked at Meng Zhaoyan, and only at this moment did he really see the appearance of his fiancé. Although he is in a wheelchair, he is still gorgeous, noble and compelling, with long eyebrows and a bun, and he is indescribably charming.

This is probably the legendary boy and girl. He couldn't help but think of the role played by Lin Feng, one of the four famous catches in the TVB version he watched in his previous life-the ruthless son.

Meng Zhaoyan didn't shy away from it, so she looked at herself so straightly, raised her eyebrows and smiled slightly at her curious gaze. Song Qiaoshu, who had been standing beside the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, couldn't help but blush slightly, and looked at Meng Zhaoyan shyly.

And everyone's eyes were on Song Huaci at the moment, and no one noticed Song Qiaoshu's strange appearance. Including the Song Painting Temple, which was close to her at this time, because Miss Song is still addicted to the plot of the TV series in her previous life.

But in the eyes of everyone, the Song Painting Temple at this moment is a look of looking at her husband affectionately, but they are fiancés and have a noble status, so it is difficult to say anything. When Song Taifu found out about Song Huaci's healing behavior, he coughed lightly, but Song Huaci did not react.

In the end, I didn't learn the rules well when I was a child, alas...... Mrs. Song sighed heavily in her heart.

Song Zhiyao looked at the Song Painting Temple and Meng Zhaoyan looking at each other affectionately, and secretly laughed in her heart, a fool with a cripple, can he still be so affectionate, Song Huaci wants a man to go crazy.

As soon as she thought that she was going to marry the third prince, Song Zhiyao couldn't help but be proud, and the anger in her heart disappeared a little.

"Third sister-in-law, is this stunned by the third brother? It seems that the third sister-in-law is really a deep boudoir woman who doesn't go out of the door. ”

The fifth prince sneered contemptuously.

Song Huaci finally came back to her senses, glanced at Meng Zhaoyan deeply, and then glanced at Meng Lianfeng, she didn't look at him directly, she looked Meng Lianfeng up and down obliquely, and saw that Meng Lianfeng was about to scold her for not knowing how to be respectful, Song Huaci suddenly smiled at everyone,

"The southeast shape wins, the three Wu capitals, and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times.

The smoke willow paints the bridge, the wind curtain is green, and there are 100,000 people.

Cloud trees surround the embankment.

The angry waves roll frost and snow, and the sky is endless.

The city is a jewel, and the household is rich and luxurious. ”

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone's eyes lit up, and the champion couldn't help but exclaim: "Good words."

Meng Zhaoyan looked at the amazing Song Painting Temple, thinking of her strange medical skills in the tree cave, and the secret report about everything she had in her hand, and suddenly felt that the level of the dark intelligence organization that she was proud of was really very ordinary.

How much more amazing is there in this woman.

Song Huaci's eyes were wandering and accidentally met the scorching gaze again, so she simply stopped avoiding it, and smiled at him, the man froze for a moment, but he didn't expect her to smile at him like this, and then he raised his wine glass and saluted Song Huaci from afar.

Song Huaci's gaze paused, and then turned away.

"Heavy lakes are stacked on top of each other.

There are three autumn laurels and ten miles of lotus.

Qiang tube clear, Lingge flooded the night, frolicking and fishing lotus baby.

Thousands of horsemen have high teeth.

Listen to the flute and drum while drunk, and enjoy the smoke.

The picture of the different day will be good, and return to Fengchi Kua. ”

After chanting the next film, Mrs. Song looked at her differently. There seemed to be something else in his eyes. Seeing this, Song Zhiyao stomped her feet, if it weren't for the fifth prince still at this banquet, she would have turned around and left.

Looking at the slut in the Song Painting Temple, if it weren't for her mother's order to keep showing off her wisdom no matter what, she would have slapped that slut a few times ago, and wanted her to be proud, hum!

Song Huaci saw Song Zhiyao and Meng Lianfeng's angry seven orifices, his face was full of anger, and he wanted to come over and strangle himself to have a helpless appearance, and couldn't help but smile, and this smile was fleeting.

But Meng Zhaoyan saw it in his eyes, he squinted, it turned out that she also had such a mischievous appearance of such a little daughter.

"The fourth lady is very talented, which is really an eye-opener for Xiao Wang." He opened his mouth in praise.

Song Huaci looked at the look of appreciation in his eyes that couldn't be hidden, and blessed himself and said, "The prince praises falsely."

Lin Chao, the champion master, bowed deeply to the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, and praised: "Miss Song Si is talented, and we are ashamed of ourselves." The first talented woman in the world is none other than the fourth lady. Everyone agreed.

"The champion is falsely praised, and he is ashamed to paint the ancestral hall. The painting shrine knows that there are people outside the people, there are mountains outside the mountain, the first talented woman in the world, and the painting shrine does not dare to be. Today's poems are nothing but boudoir works. ”

"Fourth Miss, don't be too humble, if such poetry can't be called the first in the world, then who else deserves it. Moreover, today's poems of Miss Four will definitely flow out, and he will be famous all over the world and praised through the ages. Li Shangshu praised.

Seeing that Li Shangshu, who had always been neutral in the court, really appreciated the Song Painting Temple, the more Meng Lianfeng thought about it, the more angry he became.

Several old ministers of the Five Princes faction saw Meng Lianfeng's face pale, and took advantage of the unpreparedness of others to flick a wax pill in the palm of his hand. Unfolding the note and looking at it, Meng Lianfeng smiled proudly,

"The poetry of the fourth lady is extraordinary, this royal road has a few questions that I want to ask the young lady to answer, and I hope that the fourth young lady will not hesitate to give advice."

Song Huaci knew that his dog couldn't spit out ivory in his mouth, and was about to speak, but he heard a clear male voice say lightly,

"When did the Five Emperors study poetry? The third brother is not talented, although he is better than the fourth lady, he can still teach the fifth brother. If the fifth brother has any questions, you might as well say it. ”

Meng Lianfeng raised his eyebrows, "Oh, yes, it is also very reasonable for the third brother to answer for the younger brother on behalf of the future third sister-in-law." ”

"Shicai, in the words of the fourth lady, the third Wu, the prosperity of Qiantang can be compared to my Cangli Dijing, forgive the little brother who is lonely and unheard, within the Three Kingdoms, and then trace back to ancient times, I haven't heard of this place, I don't know if the third brother has heard of it?"

Yes, this is the word of Liu Yong, a Song man in the previous life, in this time and space, there is no Qiantang. How do you answer him? Song Huaci frowned slightly, and looked at Meng Zhaoyan unconsciously.

"This is really the Five Emperors, you are lonely and unheard, you must know that the ancient place names have changed several times after thousands of years of circulation, the fourth lady has been taught by the Taifu since she was a child, and she must have read countless books, and she must have seen it and did not know."

"Moreover, if you use your real name in poetry, you will lose the allusion, and it will not be beautiful."

Meng Zhaoyan continued solemnly: "Fifth brother must be curious about that book, right? Third brother, I usually have nothing to do, and I have read many books, one of which records Sanwu Qiantang. ”

Meng Lianfeng glanced left and right, and then someone said, "What kind of book is that?" Who's from whom? I also ask His Royal Highness the Third Prince to make it clear, and also let me wait to buy one or two copies and come back to open my eyes. ”