"Actually, I didn't plan to explain to Miss Zhang, after all, you are not a big person, but if you are not convinced, you will definitely go out to talk nonsense in the future, then it is better to do this." Fei Ranchu looked at Zhang Yilu with a shallow smile, with an innate sense of oppression in her eyes.

She took another step forward, stood on the steps, looked at Zhang Yilu below and said: "Let's make a proposition to each other, use the proposition given by the other party to make a pair, everyone present can be judged, since Miss Zhang will raise such doubts, it must be full of poetry and books, I guess I won't refuse."

Zhao Yufeng stood on a high place and looked at the figure.

She was small, and the phoenix crown was brought to her head, and he was worried about whether it would break her neck.

is such a woman, in the face of everyone's suspicious eyes, she greeted her without fear at all, and fought back in a confident tone.

Just when Zhao Yufeng had been looking at Fei Ranchu's back, he didn't notice that there was another woman staring at him behind him, with deep eyes, but no love.

This person is Xuanyuan Meng.

She had been sitting on it for more than an hour, and her eyes had been searching below, but she had never been able to see the figure of that person, which made her wonder if the person in front of her had interfered with his whereabouts?

Or is it to avoid suspicion and prevent him from entering the palace? Is it because of that rumor caused by Fira Chu some time ago?

She had a complicated heart, her eyes were gloomy, and she didn't even want to say a word more.

And although Zhang Yilu below was full of anger, he couldn't speak, so he could only suppress all those emotions in his heart, and he had to pile up a fake smile on his face.

"Since the queen mother has said so, then the little girl will take it, please ask the mother to make a proposition first."

She doesn't look afraid at all.

In her opinion, Fei Ranchu was just a straw bag, how could she make such a wonderful poem and make His Majesty so happy?

She really couldn't think of any other possibilities than cheating.

"Okay." Fei Ranchu also agreed, and then began to pace left and right in that area, and glanced at Zhang Yilu from time to time, as if she was thinking, and seemed to be observing the other party's reaction.

Zhang Yilu was not afraid at all, but when she saw her like this, her heart suddenly fell to the bottom.

Could it be that the queen is thinking of some way to embarrass herself?

It's despicable!

While she was thinking about this sentence, Fei Ranchu's proposition had already been fated.

"This palace is not embarrassed Miss Zhang, since Miss Zhang gave the Queen Mother a scripture book as she likes today, then let's make a pair around the topic of Buddha."

"Good! The proposition of the little girl to the queen is also this! Zhang Yilu agreed almost immediately.

She felt that she couldn't lose to Fei Ranchu in terms of literary talent, so if it was the same proposition and she answered the question first, she should be able to suppress her.

If the pair she made is wonderful enough, no matter how stubbornly she resists, she is just embarrassing herself.

"Yes, I don't know how long Miss Zhang will take? A quarter of an hour? Fei Ran asked with a smile at first.

Fei Ran Chu didn't have the slightest contempt, after all, not everyone was like her, and she could come up with a poem in a few steps.

For a pig brain like Zhang Yilu, a quarter of an hour is tight enough.

In the face of Fei Ranchu's "empathy", Zhang Yilu only regarded this as a sarcasm and contempt, and immediately replied to the past.

"No, the little girl can do it right away!"

In this regard, Fei Ranchu just raised his eyebrows playfully, and did not continue to speak.

If it was in the past, Zhang Yilu might really be able to make a pair after a while, but with so many people today, she has a lot of careful thoughts in her heart, and she can't help but become a little nervous, and even a layer of sweat is faintly attached to her forehead.

She was dangling in place, her upper teeth biting her lower lip, her brow furrowed, and her eyes full of anxiety.

Suddenly, she looked up and met Zhao Yufeng's eyes, and as soon as she met them, Zhao Yufeng lowered her eyes and stopped looking at her.

Just a short glance is enough for Zhang Yilu to have great courage.

His eyes were still as cold as usual, but at that moment just now, she felt as if she had the whole world, just because at that moment, Zhao Yufeng's eyes belonged to her.

Since he was a child, his father has always instilled in him the idea of entering the palace as a mother in the future, and has been saying good things about Zhao Yufeng, and he has been familiar with this name since he was a child, and he is also omniscient about his knowledge and political achievements after his accession, and unconsciously, her heart is full of yearning and worship for that person.

But does she really love that person?

She didn't know whether she admired more than she admired, or whether she loved more than she admired, and then she simply attributed such feelings to her fate.

She's got to get that guy! She was born to live for that person!

Zhang Yilu's heart was full of great courage.

She closed her eyes and calmed herself down, and when she opened them again, there was no fear in her eyes, but a sense of composure.

In less than a quarter of an hour, she knew in her heart that everyone was watching her.

Suddenly.

"The sound of the wind, the sound of the water, the sound of bells and drums, the sound is wonderful. ”

She didn't believe in Buddhism, but her mother believed in Buddhism, and this pair was just what she had seen in her mother's letter, and she asked at the time, and it was made by her mother.

My mother doesn't go out of the door all the year round, and no one knows the poems she makes, so she simply borrows them first and uses them as her own.

Just before everyone could react, Fei Ranchu, who was standing not far away, patted her hand first and gave her an approving look.

"Bang Bang!"

After clapping her hands, she lowered her hand and put one hand behind her back, bent in front of her abdomen, with a confident smile on her face.

At this moment, she is not like a queen of a country, but like a literati who has read poetry and books, and a gentleman of bamboo and ink.

"I didn't expect Miss Zhang to be able to make such a deep poem at such a young age, it seems that her life experience must be very rich!"

This is Firachu's evaluation.

But in Zhang Yilu's opinion, he was unconsciously panicked.

Could it be that she found something strange in it?

Wrong! Mother must not have told anyone about this pair! All this is just Firanchu's own thoughts!

"Can the queen make a pair with the same theme? How about giving my mother two quarters of an hour? She chuckled.