After Meng Qianqian finished telling the matter, she buried her eyebrows in the paper and ink and thought deeply, but Fang Wanxin was very clear, sitting calmly at the table and waiting for the results brought by the maids.

This is the atmosphere of the competition, everyone is brewing poems, and the two of them are not Su Xuedai or Jiang Nianxue, so naturally no one notices these actions.

The peach is dying, scorching its glory. The son is home, and it is appropriate for him to live in his room.

The peach is dying, in fact. The son is home, and his family room is appropriate.

The peach is dying, and its leaves are blooming. The son is home, and it is suitable for his family.

After writing these few poems that she remembered and loved in her memory, she looked up at Ni Shihui's direction and the corners of her mouth curved slightly, and then she playfully drew many peach blossoms on the blank space of the paper and was about to pick them with one hand.

It's not that Su Xuedai is exaggerating, although she can't write poetry and songs, but painting or something is like divine help, after all, many studies or something sometimes use this skill, so Su Xuedai can still be ugly at this point, that is, this milli cone is always not as good as the modern pen, if she hadn't been in contact with something like a brush, she would really be difficult to control. Well, well, in fact, the first time I started to adapt to the milli cone was to paint glass and flowers in the Xue Dai Pavilion, which was the current effect after a lot of paper was wasted.

Overall, it's not easy!

After Su Xuedai did all this, she blew dry the ink on the paper, and at this time, the time for a pillar of incense was about to come, Su Xuedai put the pen and ink she had made on the next sheet without hurry, and then sat there quietly and waited.

"Miss" At this moment, Hongyue stepped forward and whispered something to Su Xuedai. I saw Su Xuedai's face stunned, and then the corners of her mouth hooked slightly, waved her hand, and sat upright without any movement.

The few people in the audience frowned when they saw this, obviously they could see clearly that the maid seemed to be telling something important, how could they see that Su Xuedai didn't react? The hateful distance is too far, and no matter how high their martial arts are, they can't hear the whispers so far.

Boom!

A gong sounded, meaning that it was time to collect paper and ink.

The children of all the families put down their pens, some were refreshed and full of confidence, such as Jiang Nianxue, etc., some were slightly regretful, such as Ning Hao and others, and some were not happy or angry, and their faces were as light as ever, such as Ni Shihui and other family daughters.

The maid of Nanwangfu Bizhuang quickly finished collecting the paper and ink of everyone in front of her and came to Su Xuedai.

Su Xuedai smiled and said apologetically to the maid, "The little girl can't do it, I'm bothering you to come over." ”

Although it is true that Su Xuedai is sitting far enough, after all, it is not a gesture to close her eyes softly, so there are still many people who heard Su Xuedai's words and saw that she did not hand over the paper and ink to the maid.

The smile on the face of the maid in Nanwangfu was almost not maintained, and she squeezed out a smile that was slightly better than crying at Su Xuedai with a stiff face, and then left Su Xuedai's seat empty-handed and walked to the few people in the upper seat. Is it really good that this Miss Sufu is so innocent and straightforward?

And Fang Wanxin and Meng Qianqian, who paid attention to such a stubble, simply widened their eyes. If she doesn't hand in paper and ink, then what is the exact same poem that they ordered people to hand in? It's disgusting! And they couldn't expose this matter yet, so they were sulking in their hearts, waiting for someone to use the matter of her handing over the blank paper to play the topic.

The heavens may have heard the prayers of Fang Wanxin and the others, and they had just left for a while in the Nanwang Mansion

"Miss Su actually handed in a blank paper?" Someone from the family asked in a whisper. For these people, even if they write two sentences at will, it's good, no matter how Nanwang and others will not publish these poems to the public, but if they don't hand over anything, isn't it obvious that they will tell people that you won't? In fact, this family girl has good intentions, so her voice is very small and slightly reminded.

Su Xuedai turned her head to look at the young lady of the family who spoke out, and raised a smile in a friendly manner, at this time, there was someone she didn't know to remind her, which made her a little surprised.

However, before Su Xuedai was about to say something, she heard a few first-class speakers from Meng Qianqian and others, "Miss Su is afraid that the ink in her stomach is limited, so she is quite self-aware and does not write anything, Miss Su really deserves to be the first lady of the great Confucian family, and she really looks high-spirited." ”

Su Xuedai frowned, there was a sense of anger in her heart, how could she not press it as before, if it was aimed at her, it would be aimed at her, and she would never frown if she made any move, but why was it so good to pull Su Mansion? Did she Su Fu recruit her and provoke her?

Thinking of this, Su Xuedai stood up suddenly, looked straight at the young lady of the family who spoke, and said, "I don't know what this young lady is called?" Did I, Su Xuedai, have you ever had a holiday? Otherwise, why would a person with a good dignity want to smear himself, but also discredit my entire Su Mansion and even the entire Confucian family? ”

Everyone was stunned by Su Xuedai's words, and the monk was puzzled, where was there anything in this young lady's words to discredit herself? Isn't it aimed at Su Fu and her Su Xuedai?

Not only are the children of the families so confused, but even Xiao Jin and others who are sitting on the throne are also full of doubts.

Originally, Xiao Huang was still thinking that Su Xuedai was a little angry that she didn't hand in the poems she had just started, and then she saw that someone was asking Su Xuedai for trouble, and she subconsciously wanted to vent her anger, but she didn't want to be deflated by Su Xuedai's words all of a sudden, so she raised her eyes and looked in the direction of Su Xuedai to seek an explanation, but Su Xuedai had no time to take care of Xiao Huang's gaze at this time, and her eyes were all suppressed by the young lady of the family.

"Poof!" Suddenly a laugh sounded at the man's seat, and everyone looked for the past and saw that it was Su Bai, the sixth son of Su Mansion.

Su Bai felt the sights of many parties, and immediately suppressed his smile with a straight face, and his whole face turned red.

Prince Xiao Ye frowned and was about to say something, but swallowed the words after Su Ke stood up.

"The younger brother is rude, and I also ask His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and His Royal Highness the King of the South to forgive my sins." Su Kegong saluted in the direction of Xiao Ye and the others to apologize.

"Brother Su Ke doesn't have to be polite, Brother Bai has always behaved in a proper manner, this time there must be another reason, how can this palace and the king of the south be blamed." Xiao Ye said before Xiao Jin spoke, in fact, another deep meaning of this sentence is that if you don't take it for granted, everyone will know that your son of Su Mansion is rude.

Su Ke naturally heard the meaning of Xiao Ye's words, and looked up at Xiao Ye without changing his face, and said, "This matter is also blamed on Su for not being strict with himself for his sister and brother." ”

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