The fleshy face, red phoenix eyes, square forehead, and straight buttocks are the symbols of IKEA!

Yun Xi would only clap her hands, indicating that she was really right.

She Jiang Yunxi's firefly light, how dare she compete with Haoyue!

Only she is a symbol of beauty and talent, defining the new fashion of noble girls!

Wait until "Fragile Collection" slowly passed from the circle of boys and girls to the hands of those literati and doctors.

When the scholars of Wenyuan Pavilion read this poem, they all burst into tears: "How can anyone in this world write such a poem? ”

When the world's famous Confucianism read these poems, they all sighed that "there are endless words and infinite meanings", "there is a great road here, and I have forgotten to say it".

When this poem was presented to the holy desk, even the emperor was taken aback......

In short, what Yunxi bullied was that she Jiang Rumi didn't know anything, she didn't count, she only knew that the sixty-four poems in this "Fragile Collection" were good, but she didn't know how good it was!

The poems bred by this 5,000-year-old civilization were suddenly made by you, a boudoir woman who had no talent and no inheritance at home.

Jiang Rumi is on fire!

This fire is a real fire.

What "first beauty" and "first talented girl" are just games for children and girls, and gossip for women, but Jiang Rumi's poems have really won the blue eyes of literati doctors. Even the most demanding and jealous of the virtuous cannot be said to be badly written. It's nothing more than the difference between "average good" and "good in the past"!

With such a reputation, Jiang Rumi and Jiang Runing are still happy, and Mrs. Jiang is also happy for her beloved eldest granddaughter, She feels uneasy, but Jiang Er, the prince of the Pingjiang Marquis Mansion, and his two sons are back with a blue face!

As soon as Jiang Er came back, he sent his son and daughter out. He closed the door, and only She and Jiang Rumian were left in the room.

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Why aren't you happy? ”

Jiang Rumi's recent spring breeze is proud, and she walks with the wind.

Unexpectedly, her father didn't look at her, but turned around and slapped She directly!

The sound of "pop" is particularly terrifying.

"You're so daring! Sheh! You really dare to do it! Where did you find the poems? Do you know, even the emperor knows about this, and he specially asked me today, saying that there is a talented girl in my family......"

Jiang Rumi, who was ignorant and didn't know what was going on, stared at her, "That's a good thing, Dad, what are you doing beating your mother?" ”

"A good thing? So what if the emperor wants to summon you and ask you to compose poems on the spot? What are you going to do? ”

"Then I'll do it...... What's so hard about that? ”

Jiang Er felt his forehead jump suddenly, "Can you make a poem as good as the one in "Fragile Collection"?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Rumi's heart was a little weak, but she straightened her chest again, "It's exactly the same, I can't guarantee it, but it's not difficult to be eight or ninety percent good!" ”

"Isn't it difficult?"

Jiang Rumi nodded, "Some of the poems in there are just catchy." For example, the song "Spring Dawn": I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much. and the song "Silent Night Thoughts": The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground......"

Before she finished her words, Jiang Er couldn't bear it anymore, turned his head and slapped her in the face!

He often called himself a good father.