What kind of calculation did Qin Xuanyi make, how could Yan Xin not know, with his little bit of poisonous thoughts, how could he do things that were not beneficial to himself.

After saying that, the third lady in the audience closed the song, and the banquet heart got up to tidy up her dress and went down to prepare.

At the corner of the stairs, a familiar face blocked her way, and it was none other than Qin Xuanlang, the second prince of the stingy ghost.

"Banquet girl, this is the women's election today, Xuanlang is very optimistic about you, and specially opened a new land for you on top of the gambling game downstairs."

Yan Xin hummed lightly in his heart, it had only been a while, and he was in such a hurry to invite merit. It seems that his current situation is not very stable, otherwise how could he be in such a hurry to envelop the general's family.

Although the prince has a bad personality, he is the eldest son of the righteous after all, and naturally has the support of the old antiques.

"Thank you for the trust of the second prince, the little girl will definitely go all out."

Yan Xin smiled back, and after speaking, he turned sideways and prepared to bypass Qin Xuanyi.

Unexpectedly, Qin Xuanyi held Yan Xin's wrist with one hand, with a sincere look in his eyes.

"If Miss Liu can win the name of a talented girl today, can she get together another day?"

The fox's tail was revealed so quickly?

"It's better to be respectful than to obey."

Yan Xin withdrew his hand, and replied lightly, as if he had no interest in this Qin Xuanyi.

The dance she danced today was created by herself back then, and she spent three months rehearsing this dance, just to smile at the queen's canonization ceremony.

But that day, he said to himself with a cold face: As the emperor of Tianyu, you actually danced at such a grand time, and the emperor and queen personally danced to the courtiers.

But now it is not what it used to be, she Liu Yanxin wants to dance again today, and get back all the praise that Qin Xuanyi owed to her back then.

At the beginning of the dance, Yanxin pulled out two slender water sleeves from behind him, and the difference between these water sleeves and other nobles was that Liu Yanxin's was doubled.

Yanxin also asked Luan'er to send people to light white smoke around the stage, which looked like it would add more immortal aura to Liu Yanxin's body.

She entered the arena with the music, and drew the water sleeves in waves in circles with the rhythm, and she used to ride a horse and shoot arrows all day, and the strength of her wrists must be incomparable to these women who work with needlework all day.

The music continued, the dance steps did not decrease, and the empty water sleeves did not hit the ground, and they kept drawing different shapes in the air.

Yanxin has bright eyes from the beginning and has won a lot of favor, constantly spinning and flipping, showing her flexibility to the best.

The white smoke dissipated, and Yan Xin took back the water sleeve with one hand, threw it aside, and then turned around and showed the picture on the skirt.

For a while, there were several voices of admiration from the audience.

"Look, Miss Liu's skirt is painted with the mountains and rivers of Lanzhou City."

"This splendid country jumps on the skirt, it is really creative."

"That's not it, who is our Miss Liu, it seems that Miss Liu will definitely win today's gamble!"

The piano fell, and the dance of the feast came to an end.

Qin Xuanlang and the princes sat in the most conspicuous place, and it was also the best place, as long as they stood on the stage, they could see it as soon as they raised their eyes.

Since the prince already belonged to Ning Shuying, the layer of disdain on his face was also easy to accept.

And Qin Xuanlang was different, he seemed to be calmed by Yan Xin's flowing movements, and his eyes were staring at Yan Xin.

Liu Yanxin did not miss this stage, and blessed his body slightly, leaving only a back for everyone in the audience.

After turning around, the smile in the corner of her eyes was not hidden, this Qin Xuanlang was really about to enter the set.

This time, the dance was evaluated by several teaching aunts of Hongwen Yuan, and they thoroughly analyzed the advantages and disadvantages of each talented girl's dance.

Somehow, they praised Ning Shuying's dance very fiercely, as if they wanted to put all the good words on her.

In the end, the four female officers together handed over the names of the two winners to the treasurer.

As a result, it was announced that only Ning Shuying and another noble girl entered the final round.

In this way, the spectators in the audience immediately quit, and some people kept complaining about Liu Yan, shouting loudly that there was an inside story or something like that.

Especially those guests who were eager to watch Liu Yanxin and Ning Shuying play alone, they didn't buy it, so they almost threw the cup in their hands down from the second floor.

Of course, this posture banquet knows in his heart that although King Pingnan has the money to buy these selected aunts, he has no way to cover the sky with one hand, and the eyes of these people are bright.

If the dance of the banquet is really no different from the other nobles, then it is naturally feasible to pass the test in a fool's way.

I'm afraid that the heart of the banquet is a pearl of the night, no matter how dark the night is, he can illuminate the surroundings with his own ability.

At this time, the shopkeeper's face couldn't hang up, after all, this cheating was too obvious, and his gambling game had been opened, and everyone was spending money on this, in case it caused public anger, he was not easy to explain, and he couldn't help but come forward to uphold justice.

"Everyone, don't be impatient, just now we saw the wrong order when we were counting, in fact, it was Miss Liu and Miss Ning who got the last chance. I believe that you have all seen the abilities of the two young ladies, and naturally will not be deceived by this superficial mistake. ”

"Cut, I think someone took a bribe."

"What is this called, victory is not martial!"

"That's it, in order to make up for a little misunderstanding in today's shop, this shopkeeper is in charge, and each table will send a side dish to pay for it!"

finally suppressed the people's anger, and the shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help cursing the king of Nanping in his heart.

Obviously, the eldest lady of the Liu family is better, he still has to refer to the deer as a horse here, and he has played the people as fools, if it weren't for his wit, I don't know how much silver he will lose today.

Yan Xin is also pursed his lips and stealing fun, this Pingnan Wang is obviously a superfluous move, if Ning Shuying loses in such a bright and upright way, it is better to say, like this, even if she wins in the poetry after that, not many people will believe it.

The final round of poetry was personally selected by Li Qingliu, and as a poet, no one else is more qualified than him.

In fact, the shopkeeper who listened to Fengzhai was also very puzzled, and I don't know why this old man Li actually handed over his name post this year, saying that he wanted to be the selector of the last game of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

In the face of such a big gimmick, what can the shopkeeper say except 10,000 good?

"Two young ladies, the beauty of this poem lies in the heart, if it is limited by the subject matter, it does not come from the heart. Now the theme of this game is not limited, and the two ladies are invited to play at will. ”

As soon as this remark came out, many scholars who wanted to worship Li Qingliu's disciple echoed it.

"It's really worthy of being a senior Li, and his understanding of poetry is deeper than others."

"Of course, I heard that Senior Li had already decided that he wanted to take the first place in the Wenhui under the door."

"That's really envious of others, you must know that Mr. Li's disciples are not so easy to do."

Listening to the words of the audience, Ning Shuying took the lead in stepping forward, picking up the pen and paper and was about to do it, but Yanxin didn't move, she always felt that something was weird.

Especially Li Qingliu's expression when he looked at Ning Shuying, there was an inexplicable affirmation......

Could it be that this little girl also confused Senior Li!

No, no, no, Yan Xin immediately snuffed out this idea, Li Qingliu is a celebrity in the entire Tianyu, he is not afraid of power, and has always taken traveling the world for fun, how could he be subdued because of just silver money and beauty.

Yan Xin looked at Ning Shuying's pen in a blink of an eye, her pen was vigorous and powerful, and it was indeed stronger than other women's words, which may also be to cater to Li Qingliu's taste today.

But...... Her poems seem to have been written in one go, and there is no hesitation in the process of composing the poems, and it does not seem like improvisation.

Ning Shuying had already put down the pen, and the little girl picked up the poem and placed it in a position that everyone could see.

Mo Xu Qiangdi transmitted the sound of the enemy, and there was no cowardice under the iron hoof. The side general should be late in the wind, waking up to the halberd to fold.

Such poems are catchy, and reading them is like a spectacular and heroic game, and the time on the battlefield is a metaphor for the thrill of today's Mid-Autumn Festival.

Many distinguished guests applauded one after another, and seemed to have been subdued by Ning Shuying's sentence "There is no cowardice under the iron hoof".

But for Liu Yanxin's understanding of Ning Shuying, such a heart-wrenching poem is not her style at all.

It's not that Yan Xin hasn't read Ning Shuying's works in front of him, most of them are some clichés about Yongmeilan, bamboo chrysanthemum, and envy of the great rivers and mountains. This time...... Is she transsexual?

No, the wording of this verse is very familiar, as if I had heard it myself in my previous life...... And yes, from the hands of Li Qingliu!

This...... Isn't it a lie? Darkness Chencang?

For a while, one of the anger filled her heart, she originally thought that the aunt of Hongwen Yuan was bribed to the maximum that King Pingnan could do, but she didn't expect that this Li Qingliu would be such a person.

Ning Shuying noticed Liu Yanxin's hesitation and surprise, and couldn't help but step forward and provoke with arrogance.

"What's wrong with Miss Liu? Can't say a word without the help of others? ”

Yan Xin is not a person who sits still, so he naturally gritted his teeth and went back.

"Miss Ning, who wants others to help know in their hearts."

Ning Shuying, who was exposed, frowned, but quickly suppressed the panic in her heart and covered up.

"Now is not the time for you to be poor, it's better to compose poetry as soon as possible, otherwise you will be embarrassed in front of so many people......"

Yan Xin was reluctant to talk to Li Ning Shuying at this time, but turned her head to stare at Li Qingliu, who was silent on the side, surprise and anger entangled in her heart, and she said slowly.

"The old wine is new and drunk, and the willow knows how to revisit. The scenery of the East Bridge is similar every year, but I am afraid that the old people's will has changed.

Spring is green, swallow light boat. The young man is always worried. Cuizhi endures autumn, winter and summer, and the reputation of many years is empty. ”

When she said a word, the surprise of the audience also added a point, Mingli told the mental journey of thinking that Pulsatilla dreamed of a teenager in the middle of the night, but behind it was to remind Li Qingliu that he had participated too much in the disputes between the younger generations and lost his demeanor.