Su Yanran was dressed in a pink skirt, Ying Ying walked out, and blessed the three academicians on the high platform.

"It turned out to be the second lady of the Weiyuan Marquis Mansion, please compose a poem." Academician Zhang had already looked at Chu Meiluo here, and when he saw that someone finally came out, he hurriedly made a gesture of please.

It was the first time that Su Yanran chanted poetry in front of so many people, and a lovely flush flew on her cheeks, which made everyone feel love and pity.

"Then Yanran will be ugly." Su Yanran looked back at Chu Meiluo, smiled brightly, and then said aloud-

"With the cool willow trees of Junyue Lake, the west side of the painting boat leans on the lotus bed. The breeze whistles and flies on the water, and suddenly it is like the fragrance of hibiscus. ”

"Good poetry! I didn't expect Miss Su Er to be able to make such good poems at such a young age! The afterlife is terrifying! I think this poem is the best today, what do you think? Academician Zhang praised repeatedly, and a group of people in the audience who wanted to please the three princes clapped their hands and praised Su Yanran for being full of talent and affection, and she was the leader of the nobles in the capital.

Su Yanran was praised by everyone, and her little face was raised high.

Mother said that as long as she won her reputation at the poetry meeting, she would be able to overpower Su Yueleng again.

"It's a good poem, but if it's the best today, it's not necessarily the best." Academician Wang on the side frowned, although he promised the third prince to come over as a judge, he was stubborn and only wanted to be fair.

Hearing this, Su Yanran was not happy, and hurriedly pulled Chu Meiluo's cuffs to be coquettish.

"Yan Ran, even if Academician Wang says this, no one will dare to press you." Chu Meiluo looked at the literati and scholars around the circle, although most of them were celebrities, none of them were higher than themselves, so naturally no one would dare to come out and lose the face of his three princes.

"But who else wants to sing a poem?" Academician Zhang squeezed his eyebrows at Academician Wang, these three princes are now popular candidates for the crown prince, but they must not be offended!

Seeing that there was no one in the audience, Academician Zhang hurriedly said: "Then I announce that the winner of today's poetry meeting is——"

"Wait!"

A cool voice flew out of the air, and Su Yue coldly opened the bamboo curtain and walked out.

"I'm going to write poetry too."

Chu Melo was amazed for a moment, and then his face immediately sank. "Little brother, aren't you too much of a deception to fight with a girl?"

"The words of the three princes are wrong, the original meaning of the poetry club is that regardless of age, regardless of the noble or low, everyone learns from each other and teaches each other, how can you use the word "competition", as if the first prize of the poetry club is given to the young lady." Su Yue's eyes were clear, but the words she said were like knives, and her face hurt.

Chu Meiluo was a little angry, and was about to speak when Su Yanran stopped him.

"Forget it, Brother Merlot, Yanran is confident that he will not be worse than others, this little boy is just the same age as me, and he must not be as talented as me." Su Yanran is full of confidence, and Mr. Teaching said that her talent is second to none among her peers in the capital!

But she didn't know that what was standing in front of her was Su Yueleng, who had made up poems and songs in order to please Chu Meiluo in her previous life!

"This little boy, please compose a poem with the theme of lotus!" Academician Wang sighed, and waited for a long time, but he was only a hairy boy who stood up without fear of the pressure of the three princes.

Su Yueleng held her head high, generously met the eyes around her as if she was watching a show, and looked up at the hazy sky with dark clouds flying low, her eyes were shining.

"At the bottom of the afternoon dream, the fragrance of the West Lake is full of smoke and water. The sound of the rain beating the tent, the first dream starts.

But it was the pond lotus jumping rain, scattering the pearls and gathering. Gather as a nest of mercury and clear the waves. ”

The poem came out, and there was silence on the painting boat.

Su Yanran raised her chin proudly, she didn't listen to other people's poems at all, she only regarded people as green leaves to set off herself.