The red yarn fell, and the delicate face appeared, it was Murong Xi.

For a while, it was shocking, and many kings and nobles were amazed by it.

Liu Zhixun secretly glanced at Qin Tianze, only to see that he was lowering his eyes, seriously peeling a shrimp for himself, and his expression of concentration made her feel dazed.

The crown prince Zhao Wenzhan couldn't take his eyes off Murong Xi as soon as he came on the field, but Song Qingying here gritted his teeth and couldn't wait to scratch the face of the woman on the stage who was scratching her head.

She was anxious in her heart, stood up and bowed to the emperor, "Your Majesty, Princess Rongxi dances beautifully, and the courtiers are willing to bow down, but Her Royal Highness the princess must understand that she must be proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. ”

The emperor looked at it with amusement and asked, "Then what do you say you want to compare?" ”

She glanced at her triumphantly, "His Majesty the Emperor likes poetry and songs, so let's do what he likes, compare it to poetry." ”

"I'm sorry, Xi'er doesn't like to write poems, I'm afraid I'm going to spoil Miss Song."

Murong Xi bluntly refused, showing no mercy to Song Qingying.

Song Qingying's face suddenly became very bad, and a pair of apricot eyes stared at Murong Xi in the center of the stage, and was about to say something sarcastic, when Murong Pei stood up on the side and said, "My sister has never been proficient in Liang Wen, and it is even more difficult to ask her to compose poetry. ”

The prince's eyes rolled, pointed to Qin Tianze's side, and echoed, "Yes, it's better to let Miss Liu compare with you." ”

He deliberately wanted Liu Zhixun to make a fool of himself and kill Qin Tianze's prestige.

As we all know, this Song Qingying is the first talented woman in Daliang, proficient in poetry and songs, and no one else in the capital can match.

This Liu Zhixun is just a small doctor, how can he be compared with the first talented woman in Daliang.

Liu Zhixun was eating happily, and she was unexpectedly named, and her brain couldn't react for a moment, but Qin Tianze called her in a low voice, so she quickly stood up and saluted the person in the high position, "Miss Song is a talented woman, I am just a small medical officer, how dare I compete with her." ”

Before the emperor could speak, it was Song Qingying who spoke first, "What, the future general's wife, just this little guts?" Surrender without a fight, this is the truth that General Qin taught you? ”

Liu Zhixun looked at her, heheed twice, and suddenly hooked his lips, "How come, since Miss Song insists on doing this, then I will be disrespectful." ”

As soon as she crossed over from modern times, she read so many poems and songs of her ancestors, this kind of thing can naturally come easily, she didn't want her to lose so badly, but the other party has repeatedly provoked, so it's no wonder that she can't be blamed.

The emperor personally proposed that the two of them compose a poem in the name of flowers.

Song Qingying thought for a moment and quickly waved ink on the rice paper.

The poem she made was: "For the grass to be the orchid, for the wood to be the pine." The orchid is fragrant, and the pine cold does not change its name. ”

As soon as this poem came out, the hall was full of applause, and the furrow on Prime Minister Song's face couldn't be buried, and he smiled with his beard.

The emperor praised again and again, and Song Qingying looked at Liu Zhixun with a provocative face, and her posture was extremely arrogant.

Murong Pei's eyes kept on Liu Zhixun, which was meaningful.

Liu Zhixun chuckled, not taking Song Qingying's provocation in her eyes at all, no one knows what Song Xiang is doing, and she doesn't know who she is doing in this poem.

"I am different from Miss Song, I come from a poor family, so naturally I can't compare to Miss Song's noble and honest sentiments. The poems I made are just some of the little daughter's paper short and long, and please don't laugh at it. ”

She cleared her throat, "The rain hits the pear blossom and closes the door, forgetting the youth, mistaking the youth."

Who is happy to talk about? Ecstasy under the flowers, ecstasy under the moon.

Sorrowful gathering eyebrows, thousands of marks, 10,000 marks.

Xiao looks at the sky and looks at the clouds at dusk, and thinks about you when you walk, and thinks about you when you sit. ”

There was silence under the seat, and she stood still, and the light in the hall seemed to be given to her.

"Now it is the time when Liang and Mu are concluding a marriage, and the little girl is not talented, so she sends this poem to Princess Muguo, and hopes that the princess can find a wishful husband among the princes and avoid the pain of lovesickness."

Under the thousands of lights, someone stood beside her, smiling and holding her hand, with tenderness between their eyebrows and eyes.

Murong Pei stood up and said, "Your Majesty the Emperor, the victory or defeat is obvious, but the matter of Miss Song is macroscopic, but there is more deliberate welcome. On the other hand, although Miss Liu is talking about the love of children, it is also timely and appropriate, my sister likes it very much, thank you Miss Liu. ”

Murong Xi also looked at Song Qingying, but now she finally seized the opportunity, how could she not seize it, "This princess likes it very much, what are the grasses and orchids, this princess can't understand, or Miss Liu's poems are more charming, and they are more popular with this princess." ”

Song Qingying was so angry that she almost wanted to vomit blood, and her five fingers like green onions were slammed into her palm, as if she was about to come out of bright red, which was shocking.

The accompanying maid went to help her, but he vigorously shook her off, "What doesn't have eyes, did Miss Ben say to let you help?" Get the hell out of here! ”

The emperor could see it clearly, and when he saw that she was so unsecure, he couldn't help frowning.

Zhao Wenzhan couldn't see that she was embarrassed, so he pulled her down and scolded her, "What are you still doing standing there?" Isn't there a shame? ”

Song Qingying dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, she leaned in the direction of Liu Zhixun fiercely, her eyes seemed to be quenched with poison, and she wanted to break Liu Zhixun and his party into pieces.

Murong Xi quietly gave Liu Zhixun a thumbs up, and said with his mouth, "Kill that demon woman!" ”

Liu Zhixun couldn't help laughing.

Seeing her like this, Qin Tianze reached out and scraped the tip of her nose, and his tone was extremely doting, "It's so powerful, what else I don't know?" ”

Liu Zhixun took a sip of tea, propped his elbows on the table, hooked his fingers towards him, and Qin Tianze was unusually obedient.

"Guess what."

In the middle of the wine, Liu Zhixun enjoyed the free shrimp peeling treatment of the person next to him, and also enjoyed the big drama between Zhao Wenzhan, Song Qingying and Murong Xi, which was simply very happy.

That Zhao Wenzhan was simply lustful, indulging in Murong Xi's stunning beauty and couldn't extricate himself, and even stepped forward to hook up with others on the grounds of dancing the sword to help the fun, and after this whole banquet, his eyes never came down from Murong Xi.

How could a woman like Song Qingying with a small belly and chicken intestines stand her future husband neglecting herself so much, and being pried into her corner by others, if this princess of Muguo marries, then the position of the crown princess she covets will be in jeopardy.

The more she thought about it, the more panicked she became, and the resentment towards Liu Zhixun in her heart was even worse.

"Princess Muguo's country is beautiful and fragrant, and I love it even when I see it. Looking at it so closely, it looks like a second princess who has already been married, so I will make an exception and allow you to personally choose a concubine among the princes! ”