The eldest princess has watched the monotonous poetry contest for so many years, and of course she also likes novel ideas, so she immediately agreed.

Xia Yiruo looked at Jun Yuxin with a smile, this woman was actually aimed at her, but who had she ever been afraid of?!

It's just a poem about chrysanthemums, she memorized 300 Tang poems, even if the 300 Tang poems are gone, she has other sources, Huaxia's nine-year obligations are not in vain!

Therefore, Xia Yiruo didn't say a word from beginning to end, those people just wanted to wait for Xia Yiruo to take the initiative to stand up and admit that he was talentless, virtuous and incompetent, but he didn't wait for anything.

They could only stare at Xia Yiruo with their eyes, and then started playing games.

The one who beat the drum was a maid, who knows if it was bought, the little hand knocked and stopped, and the ball had already passed to several people, who were all very calm and composed poems, but they prayed in their hearts that they would not be them anymore, they didn't have so many poems to read!

As soon as the drum stopped, it fell into Xia Yiruo's hand, Xia Yiruo handed the ball to Ying'er and let Ying'er play.

"Hehe, I didn't expect it to be in the hands of the Seventh Princess, does the Seventh Princess want to compose a poem or punish herself with three cups?" The eldest princess gloated with a face of schadenfreude.

Looking around, there are a lot of people waiting to watch the play, Xia Yiruo sighed twice, so why don't she slap their faces, isn't it too faceless?

Jun Yuxin snorted coldly, this game not only makes Xia Yiruo ugly, but also makes Xia Yiruo drunk, and will definitely arrange a good-looking play for her when the time comes, and after that, she just needs to push everything on the drunk Xia Yiruo, after all, drunken and disorderly......

"Ying'er, these peacocks want to see your mother's jokes, what do you think your mother should do?" Xia Yiruo touched Ying'er's little head, the voice was not loud, but everyone heard it.

This woman can see it!

It's just, what is a flower peacock?! Everyone glared at Xia Yiruo fiercely, but no one dared to insult him back.

Xia Yiruo showed a cheap smile, she just liked the way this group of people wanted to her, but they couldn't~

"Well, mother, how can there be peacocks to see people, naturally we go to see peacocks." Ying'er's answer couldn't be more normal.

Worry-free and Lei'er are not worried at all, peeling walnuts for their sister over there.

"Since Ying'er has said so, then the mother naturally can't let Ying'er down, it just so happens that the mother hasn't seen the peacock open the screen for a long time." After speaking, Xia Yiruo stood up, and the emotion in his eyes was incomprehensible.

Everyone's faces are even more angry, listen to what this is called, they are all peacocks, and they are not people? Still have to be watched?!

Before he could say anything, he listened to Xia Yiruo speak, "When I went out, my husband repeatedly emphasized that I couldn't drink, so Ruo'er naturally didn't dare to disobey my husband's instructions, so I volunteered to compose a poem." The corners of Xia Yiruo's mouth rose slightly, with an evil aura, which made people stunned.

"......" Everyone is silent, everyone has brought out the king killing god, is it difficult for them to scare the past? Without them, their lives were lost!

The eldest princess narrowed her eyes even more, this woman ......

"The flowers do not bloom and the flowers are thick, and the independent sparse hedge is not endless. I'd rather die with incense on the branches, and how could he have blown down in the north wind. "Xia Yiruo can be said to be at his fingertips.

The artistic conception and rhyme of this poem are several times better than those written by the previous ones!

Everyone was a little shocked, wasn't this woman an ordinary peasant girl?!

Jun Yuxin's eyes widened even more, with a look of I would never believe it, this woman must have been memorized in advance!

Jun Yuxin kept comforting herself, the ball must still fall into Xia Yiruo's hand, and when she finishes reciting the poems in her hand, see what else she can do!

The next round was going on before everyone recovered from the shock, and I don't know if it was a coincidence, the ball fell into Xia Yiruo's hands again.