The ridicule of everyone fell into the ears of the Song Painting Temple, but she still had a faint smile on her face, and she was soft and slender, standing beside Song Zhiyao, who looked like a fairy, and had a noble and graceful bearing.

Meng Lianfeng's eyes crossed a trace of coldness, glanced at Meng Zhaoyan, but he couldn't see a trace of nervousness on his face, doubts gradually rose in his heart, and he couldn't help but follow his gaze to the Song Painting Temple.

Song Qiaoshu looked at the Song Painting Temple with worry in her eyes, but when she saw her smile at herself, she couldn't help but settle down again.

"The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together. Thousands of miles with the waves, where there is no moon in the spring river! The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlit flowers and forests are like hail; The frost in the air does not fly, and the white sand on the Ting cannot be seen. Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky. Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year? Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue looks similar every year. ”

After she finished speaking, Song Zhiyao and Meng Lianfeng's faces suddenly changed, blue and white, like two big dye vats.

And Mrs. Song was even more shocked and surprised, and her eyes were straight when she looked at the Song Painting Temple.

Only Meng Zhaoyan, who was in a wheelchair, still looked calm and calm, but the faint joy and surprise in his eyes had been leaked.

When Chao Zhuangyuanlang was the first to react, he applauded and cheered: "Good poetry, good poetry!" Weichen really didn't expect that the fourth lady would be able to make such lofty poems at such a young age. The talent of the fourth lady is ashamed of herself! ”

As he spoke, he got up and saluted the Song Painting Ancestral Hall.

Song Zhiyao listened to everyone's praise of the Song Painting Temple, and suddenly became angry, pulled her slender wrist, and asked loudly: "No! That's not true! Fourth sister, why did you steal my poems! ”

"This is your poem?" Meng Lianfeng hurriedly asked, his eyes wandering over the two of them, with a hint of happiness in his eyes.

Seeing this, Mrs. Song instantly understood, and immediately reprimanded Song Huaci, saying, "Ancestral Hall, don't you hurry up and apologize to your eldest sister." Do you know what you're doing? ”

After hearing this, Song Huaci sneered and asked rhetorically, "Father, what are you talking about?" Why did the ancestral hall apologize to the eldest sister, could it be that just based on her one-sided words, even the father believed what the eldest sister said, and it was the ancestral hall that stole her poems? ”

"Master Taifu, don't you think it's too hasty for you to do this? Under the eyes of everyone, you are not afraid that people will say that you are unfair? Meng Zhaoyan opened his mouth and said lightly.

Facing the questioning of the two, Mrs. Song's face stiffened, and he said with a smile: "Your Royal Highness the Third Prince, you have misunderstood. Wechen: This is ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Meng Lianfeng, only to hear him say with a sarcastic smile: "Third brother, the younger brother doesn't think there's anything wrong with Mrs. Song." Mrs. Song is the father of the fourth miss, don't you know her? Besides, you look at the appearance of the eldest lady of the Song family crying, as if she has really been wronged. ”

Meng Zhaoyan had a faint smile on the corner of his lips, and he didn't get angry because of Meng Lianfeng's words, he just looked at him and said slowly: "Fifth brother, don't forget, this concubine is different. If this king is not mistaken, the fourth lady is the concubine of the Song Mansion! Master Taifu is honest and honest, virtuous and bright, and the daughters he teaches are naturally different. ”

At the end, he looked at Taifu Song and asked with a smile: "Master Taifu, did you say it?" ”

The smile on Mrs. Song's face was like crying, he shouldn't be, shouldn't be, shouldn't be. If you respond, you will show that you are indeed wrong to blame the Song Painting Temple; If you don't want to, you will not be able to get off the stage......

Song Huaci saw that his face was flushed, and he almost laughed out loud. Meng Zhaoyan, who was squinting at the side, had a good impression of him in his heart.

"Father, you're really wrong about the ancestral hall. The ancestral hall's dementia has long been cured...... What's more, not to mention the eldest sister, how could she make such a poem to ......," Song Qiaoshu said softly.

When Song Zhiyao heard this, her face turned pale, and she took a step forward suddenly, eager to scratch Song Qiaoshu's gentle and lovely face.

Only then did she understand that the two must have discussed it a long time ago. Let's make a fool of ourselves, one pretends to be crazy and stupid to lower one's vigilance, and the other pretends to be weak to win sympathy!

Right now, because of the identity of the concubine, the Yao family can't come over to support herself, so she can only rely on herself!

Thinking of this, Song Zhiyao gritted her teeth, stomped her feet and squeezed out a few tears, knelt in front of Mrs. Song, and said in a choked voice: "Father, the two highnesses are above, all this is Yao'er's bad, Yao'er did not discipline the two sisters well." I didn't expect them to ...... No matter how much they slandered their courtiers, they would not blame them. Please ask the two highnesses to forgive the sins of deceiving and concealing the two younger sisters of Yao'er for the sake of their young sisters! ”

Seeing that the plan failed, Song Zhiyao wanted to cover up the past. and deducted this charge of deception and concealment on the heads of Song Huaci and Song Qiaoshu.

Listening to her words, the original guilt on Mrs. Song's face suddenly disappeared. The eyes that looked at the Song Painting Temple carried some scrutiny.

"Deceive? Eldest sister, is it possible that my stupidity has been cured, and you are not happy, but you want to sue me for a crime of deception? What makes sense? Song Huaci asked as if he was surprised.

The hatred on Song Zhiyao's face flashed, and she continued to say in a coated manner: "Ancestral Hall, why are you still obsessed? Now that you're all cured, you should have told your father sooner. In front of so many people today, do you want outsiders to see the jokes of our Song Mansion? ”

"Ahem, ahem...... Yes......" Mrs. Song cleared his throat, his expression was solemn, and he was about to speak to accuse Song Huaci, but Meng Zhaoyan took the lead.

"The fourth lady's stupidity has been cured, and this king is most pleased. As for the charge of deception, it is an exaggeration. However, what makes the king most curious is who wrote that poem! Meng Zhaoyan's sharp eyes looked her up and down, and asked in a deep voice.

had already seen that Song Zhiyao was weak-hearted, how could Meng Zhaoyan let her go easily. What's more, he also saw that today's banquet was actually set up by Taifu Song for Meng Lianfeng. He wants to win over the upstarts in the court, cultivate his own power, and by the way, he still wants to see the jokes between himself and the Song Painting Temple, so he also underestimates himself too much!

Song Zhiyao was shocked, and turned her eyes on Mrs. Song for help, but saw him turn his head slightly and staggered his gaze.

So, she had no choice but to look at Meng Lianfeng begging again.

The beauty is right in front of him, and Meng Lianfeng can't bear to refuse because of his pitiful appearance, not to mention that he has always looked at Meng Zhaoyan unpleasantly, his face and heart are not compatible, this evil breath is not out, he is really difficult to swallow!

This king also agrees with the third brother's opinion, the fourth lady is not very old, and it seems that she rarely even goes out of the gate of the Song Mansion. She had been recuperating from illness before, and it was indeed doubtful that such poems were made by her. Champion Lang, don't you say? Meng Lianfeng's tone was extremely slow, and he didn't want to miss the subtle expression on Song Huaci's face.

Zhuang Yuanlang's face was blank, and he said hesitantly: "What His Royal Highness the Fifth Prince said is not unreasonable, but ...... But according to Wei Chen's humble opinion, Miss Fourth doesn't seem to be a person who can do dirty things. ”

As soon as these words came out, Meng Lianfeng immediately glared at Zhuang Yuanlang fiercely, quite hating iron and not steel.

Meng Zhaoyan suddenly laughed loudly and said, "Zhuang Yuanlang is worthy of being the dragon and phoenix among people, and even his eyes are so accurate. ”

Hearing this, Song Huaci pursed his lips and laughed silently

Looking at the corners of her slightly raised lips, Meng Zhaoyan's heart warmed, and she remembered how she looked when she was serious and persistent in cleaning her wounds in the dense forest late that night.

"The third brother's conclusion is inevitably too early, if you don't listen to the answers of the four young ladies, how can you know!" Meng Lianfeng still didn't give up, he didn't believe that the Song Painting Temple would make such a profound poem.

Feeling that Meng Zhaoyan was looking at him with expectant eyes, Song Huaci was slightly embarrassed. However, she is now a duck who has been driven to the shelf, and there is no turning back. Fortunately, this poem "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" was written by Zhang Ruoxu of the Tang Dynasty in history. It has nothing to do with the dynasty she is in now, and judging from the reaction on the faces of the people, she has never heard of it.

At the moment, I can only silently say sorry to the author.

"Haven't His Royal Highness the Fifth Princes heard such a sentence? No man shall be disguised, and no sea shall be measured. Although the courtiers are at home, they are influenced by their fathers and have some knowledge. If His Highness still doesn't believe it, it is better to test us, and so many people present can be a witness. If someone can match the following verses, wouldn't that prove it? Song Huaci was not annoyed, but still said with a light smile.

This is true, that is, it complimented Mrs. Song, and hit what everyone thought in their hearts. Few people would flatly refuse, because that would reveal the original perpetrators.

When Song Zhiyao heard this, she immediately shook her head and said, "No! ”

"Why not?" Meng Lianfeng asked sharply. He put the treasure on Song Zhiyao's body, and now he wants to press on the heads of Meng Zhaoyan and Song Huaci, and he will definitely not allow her to retreat at this time.

Mrs. Song also said earnestly on the side: "Yao'er, now everyone wants to understand, you ...... You can't back down at this time! ”

To this day, Mrs. Song is still thinking about her.

Everyone's eyes were projected on Song Zhiyao's body, and they saw that her face was pale and her body trembled slightly.

"But...... Father, I ...... I ......" Song Zhiyao's heart beats like a drum,

Seeing that she was not scared, Song Huaci held back the corners of her mouth that wanted to be raised, stepped forward and gently helped her up, and said softly; "Eldest sister, in order to prove the innocence of the ancestral hall, there is only this way at the moment. Do you want to fool around and let outsiders say that our two sisters don't get along? Doesn't that make my father's face disgraceful! ”

Although he felt that the words of the Song Painting Temple were full of needles, Mrs. Song nodded again and again, and said, "That's right, Yao'er, don't shirk it, do you want the two highnesses to wait for you?" ”

Song Zhiyao was ashamed and angry, looking at the smiling face of the Song Painting Temple, she dared to be angry and did not dare to speak.

At the sound of an order, five or six servants brought up all the pen, ink, paper, inkstones, and tables.

Song Huaci and Song Zhiyao sat opposite each other, with only a maid beside them.

Meng Zhaoyan's eyes have been chasing the Song Painting Temple, although the news found out by his subordinates is very different from the one he saw in front of her. But he didn't have the slightest suspicion, but became more curious about her. I always feel that she can bring unexpected surprises and surprises to herself.

The expression on Meng Lianfeng's face was uncertain, and he seemed to be a little impatient, and he kept drinking water. He said in his heart: Song Huaci, a wild girl, dared to deceive herself! When she was in Daxiangguo Temple that day, her stupidity should have been cured, and she dared to tease him! Hmph, what a cover-up, hide from the world! There will be a day when you will fall into the hands of this king.

Song Zhiyao's right hand holding the pen trembled violently, and the brush that had just been dipped in ink suddenly left a little black stain on the snow-white rice paper.

"Are you blind? Don't hurry up and change it yet! Song Zhiyao said fiercely.

She couldn't get used to the faint smile on Song Huaci's face, and she was even more angry that her stupidity had been cured! Today, she had already discussed with the Yao family to make her make a fool of herself, but she didn't want to suffer a dumb loss!

It was a temporary intention to frame her, but now she and His Royal Highness the Third Prince are biting her! And to prove in front of everyone who wrote that poem!

Song Zhiyao was so weak that she couldn't write, but she couldn't help but write. Just when she was impatient, she saw the little guy next to her suddenly bend down, and at an angle that no one could see, she stuffed a note into Song Zhiyao's hand.

Her heart was tight, and she couldn't take care of thirty-seven twenty-one, so she hurriedly opened it to see, and at this moment, the voice of the Song Painting Temple came from her ears.

"Eldest sister, the ancestral hall has been written. I'm waiting for my sister now......" he said, walking towards her.

The note that had just been opened, and I didn't even see a single word on it, so in order not to let Song Huaci find out, I had to be held in the palm of Song Zhiyao's hand again.

Song Huaci's eyes were sharp, and he immediately sensed that something was wrong with her, walked quickly in front of her, and deliberately said loudly: "Ah! Sister, what are you holding in your hand? Could it be that there are still people secretly ...... Can I help you? ”

As soon as the words fell, everyone's eyes immediately fell on Song Zhiyao.

Meng Lianfeng's face suddenly darkened, he had already seen that Song Zhiyao was lying, but in order to see Song Huaci and Meng Zhaoyan's jokes. secretly instructed the guards around her to secretly relieve the siege for her. Unexpectedly, this Song Painting Temple was so ignorant that he dared to catch Song Zhiyao on the spot.

"Presumptuous! The so-called deep sisterhood in the mouth of the fourth young lady is not to deliberately frame and slander your eldest sister? Meng Lianfeng reprimanded sharply.

Meng Zhaoyan looked at him with an angry look, and immediately knew everything in his chest, leaned back in the chair, and said lightly as if unintentionally: "Fifth brother, this is just an innocuous competition, why are you so angry?" ”

Song Taifu and Zhuang Yuanlang didn't know why, and they also echoed and comforted: "Yes, please calm your anger with His Royal Highness the Fifth Prince." ”

Meng Lianfeng had a hard time, so he had to snort heavily, and the hatred in his eyes was undisguised and stared at the Song Painting Temple.

After she made such a fuss, everyone's attention was all on Song Zhiyao and Meng Lianfeng.

She never had a chance to open the note again, and she was sweating profusely. His face was even paler, and there were some ink stains on the rice paper, but not a word was written.

After a long time, Song Zhiyao still held the brush tightly and couldn't write a word. Everyone was faintly aware of it, and their eyes changed when they looked at her, and they began to bow their heads and whisper.

"Master Taifu, in your opinion, how about Lingdang?" Meng Zhaoyan had a little impatience on his face, and his tone was a little stern.

Mrs. Song's face was already pale, and she secretly hated herself for listening to the Yao family's bewitchment when her brain was hot, and asked them to perform on stage. It's good now, he has lost face, and he can't get off the stage!

"Huh...... This one...... This micro-minister is not easy to decide, so it is better to listen to the advice of His Royal Highness the Fifth Prince! He was smug and authentic.

A rare smile appeared at the corner of Meng Zhaoyan's mouth, bowed slightly, and said, "That's fine, then listen to the opinion of the fifth brother!" ”