The corners of Jiang Cailing's lips twitched slightly, if she could be called a wonderful brush...... Then all the people who came to the stage to compose poems just now can be called Li Bai, right?

She didn't listen to the poems recited by the people on the stage just now, but judging from everyone's expressions, Luan Wenzhi and Wu Xiaoyao should be the best writers among the crowd. No wonder Wu Xiaoyao deliberately named herself, just to make her lose face.

After Wu Xiaoyao said this, everyone was full of expectations for Jiang Cailing's next poem, and Luan Wenzhi said with a smile: "Lord Yunyang, please." ”

Jiang Cailing was not afraid of killing, walked on the high platform one by one, and clearly pointed out before holding the pen: "The lord of this county is really not good at poetry and songs, and naturally he has made convincing and amazing works in a short period of time like the prince and Miss Wu." ”

Wu Xiaoyao saw that Jiang Cailing was going to write poems directly on rice paper, and reminded with a smile, "County Lord, according to the rules of the Xia Poetry Society, you should recite the poems you wrote first, and then fill them in with ink. ”

It is more difficult to recite poems on the spot than to compose poems directly on rice paper, and Wu Xiaoyao naturally will not let go of any opportunity to make Jiang Cailing ugly.

Hearing this, a pair of apricot eyes directly revealed dissatisfaction, and raised the volume and said, "The county lord is writing while chanting, does Miss Wu have any opinions?" ”

Wu Xiaoyao couldn't find the words to go back, so she had to pretend to be innocent, and lowered her head with tears in her eyes, so as not to arouse sympathy.

There was no shortage of children of the scholar clan present who admired Wu Xiaoyao, and they immediately stood up and hugged the beauty, "Xiaoyao is just a kind reminder, why should the county lord be so aggressive?" ”

The person who spoke was Zeng Ziyang, the beloved disciple of the national teacher, and was a well-known young genius in the Chu State, who became famous at a young age and was quite arbitrary, and his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be a young man with a good skin, but the occult arts of the people were indeed powerful, calling for wind and rain, and alchemy, and the Chu Emperor was also very fond of him, and no one in the court could not think of making enemies with him.

Unexpectedly, this half-immortal was also a member of Mu Wu Xiaoyao.

According to normal theory, people who have just come to the Chu State will naturally not know that this young man is the favored person of the Chu Emperor. She is now beginning to show her domineering appearance in the eyes of outsiders, if she does not refute it in a high-profile manner at this time, she will definitely be suspected by Emperor Chu.

On the one hand, he offended the half-immortals, and on the other hand, he provoked the suspicion of Emperor Chu.

Jiang Cailing pondered for a while, then made a decision, and in the next second, her lips were raised high, and an unknown snort came out of her nose.

Zeng Ziyang immediately frowned, "What are you humming?" ”

"Although the county lord doesn't know who you are, there is one thing that can be seen clearly." As she spoke, Jiang Cailing stretched out her finger and waved between Zeng Ziyang and Wu Xiaoyao, "You like her!" ”

"You!" Zeng Ziyang's face suddenly turned red, and Wu Xiaoyao subconsciously looked at Luan Wenzhi, her apricot eyes full of innocence.

The smile on Jiang Cailing's lips deepened, ignoring this polyamorous love, Hao raised his wrist lightly, splashed ink and phoenix dance, and wrote on the rice paper while chanting:

"You are honey for me, and I will live forever.

The sea is dry and not rotten, and the earth is old and the sky is desolate.

Joy on the mirror makeup, the rooster cries gradually evening.

Leaning against the window and looking at the railing, I saw the snow.

The sideburns are dyed with slight frost, next to the beautiful woman. ”

The rhyme is quite neat, but it tends to be colloquial, and it seems too immature compared to the poems made earlier. However, because of the spoken language, even illiterate palace maids and eunuchs can understand it, so the atmosphere of the scene is exceptionally good.

It seems that everyone has such a picture in their minds, the sunset is shining on the snow, a girl in a phoenix crown is leaning against the window and waiting, as if waiting for the lover's eight-lift sedan chair, waiting for a honey-like ten-mile red makeup, but all the beauty and sweetness that belong to her have not been able to wait, only a betrayal waiting for her......

Su Qingcheng looked at Jiang Cailing, and a little picture flashed in his mind, the small island with lush greenery seemed to have a warm sunset shining on him......

Luan Wenzhi saw Su Qingcheng's distraction in his eyes, and his voice was still full of elegance, and said, "What does the tenth brother think, so engrossed?" ”

Su Qingcheng slanted the corners of his lips, an evil look was raised in his eyes, and the already rippling waves became even more beautiful, "The county lord of Yunyang is good-looking, so he will naturally be fascinated." ”

Luan Wenzhi raised his eyebrows, "It seems that the tenth brother is very satisfied with this fiancée, and it is not in vain that his father's marriage was in vain." ”

Su Qingcheng smiled leisurely, "The prince also knows that his younger brother has no ambitions in his life, he only loves gentle township, but he likes all beauties." ”

"The tenth brother can live so romantically, the palace is really envious, a while ago there were people to send beauties to the East Palace, they look extremely standard, and dance a beautiful Hu Xuan dance......"

The conversation between the two was interrupted by the sound of stroking palms, Su Qingcheng looked at Jiang Cailing with side eyes, only to see the white rice paper, flowing with ink, like floating clouds, like a dragon, every stroke seems to have the breath of a sword, even calligraphy everyone will praise, "This ink is quite sage-like!" Good words, good words! ”

Jiang Cailing raised her chin proudly, raised her eyebrows and looked at Wu Xiaoyao, completely writing the young man's competitive spirit on her face.

Seeing Wu Xiaoyao, who was innocent in his eyes, Zeng Ziyang muttered angrily, "But it will just exaggerate the strokes, at first glance, it is a work of showmanship, there is no half of meditation at all, and it is quite impetuous." ”

Jiang Cailing's eyes hid the look in her eyes, pretending to be immersed in praise and not hearing the ridicule from the corner.

In fact, Zeng Ziyang is not wrong at all, she did exaggerate the stroke slightly, although the overall look is quite beautiful, but there is a lingering air of impetuousness. Words are like people, if the words she writes are too calm, it will contradict her domineering character. Zeng Ziyang could see it, and Emperor Chu naturally saw it a long time ago.

Empress Chu smiled softly, "Yunyang's characters are written generously and beautifully, and even a man must be impressed by the wind and bones between the lines." ”

Jiang Cailing made a look of great joy, "Thank you for your praise!" ”

Empress Chu glanced around in the crowd again, and landed on Su Qingcheng, showing a peaceful smile, "Cheng'er, all the princes have written poems, you can also have one!" ”

"Good!" Empress Chu just wanted to probe his hypocrisy, if he deliberately hid it, it would make Empress Chu suspicious, Su Qingcheng bent his lips and smiled, and stood up handsomely, which made many nobles present look shy.

One came to power, the other stepped down, Jiang Cailing and Su Qingcheng just passed by.

Su Qingcheng didn't know where to conjure a delicate flower, put it on his lips and kissed it, and then handed it to Jiang Cailing's hand, and his thin lips lightly opened: "The story in the poem of the lord of Yunyang County is very much liked by this prince." ”

Jiang Cailing's willow eyebrows frowned slightly, and she didn't know what Su Qingcheng meant, but she still took it with a smile on her face, her eyebrows curved, "The flowers of the Ten Princes are very beautiful." ”

This scene made many noblewomen very red-eyed, and they completely forgot how they pretended to be sick when they heard the gossip that Emperor Chu was going to marry the ten princes.

At this time, it is the setting sun, and the clouds on the horizon are illuminated by the setting sun into brilliant colors, like the shyness of a girl when she bows her head and smiles, and like a touch of glamour on the wedding dress of the bride to be married.

The warm afterglow poured on Su Qingcheng's face, deepening the intensity of light and shadow on his face, and the already deep facial features were even more charming, especially the red clothes, which seemed to melt into the gorgeous sunset.

A deep and moving voice sounded, "The beauty is in the Nine Heavens, and she has come down to the world for no reason." Hibiscus lost her color, Concubine Mi panicked, and the moon lead star powder Yunyang makeup. ”

At the end of a poem, Su Qingcheng smiled toothy at Jiang Cailing's down, and everyone also looked at Jiang Cailing, as if they wanted to see her expression.

Jiang Cailing pressed the embarrassment in her heart, but she still showed a smile on her face, with the shyness and pride of her daughter's family, that shyness and pride made many women want to throw rotten eggs at her on the spot.

Chu Houfeng's eyes flowed, and he was really a merry embryo......

The Xia Poetry Meeting was coming to an end, Jiang Cailing didn't care who took the poem, and followed Xie Cheng and Wang Qiuyun to leave, but they didn't want to be stopped by Su Qingcheng.

Jiang Cailing saw Luan Wenzhi standing beside Su Qingcheng, with a bright smile on his face, and walked over.

"The lord of Yunyang County is very well written." Luan Wenzhi said with a gentle smile.

Jiang Cailing was not modest, "I also think I write very well." ”

Luan Wenzhi: "......"

Su Qingcheng held back a smile and said to Luan Wenzhi, "That's it, thank you for the prince's love, and the county lord and I will leave first." ”

Jiang Cailing knew that it must not be so simple for Su Qingcheng to call herself, so she raised her eyebrows and said, "Wait, are you hiding something from me?" ”

"Uh......" Su Qingcheng was speechless for a while, "The prince said that there is a beauty in the East Palace, and the palace maid who can dance the Hu Xuan Dance will be sent to my mansion." ”

It turned out that Luan Wenzhi wanted to arrange beauties in Su Qingcheng's mansion as a fine work, and Su Qingcheng's purpose had always been to let her block the peach blossoms. Thinking of this, Jiang Cailing pretended to make a tasteful expression, and said sourly, "The palace maid who can dance the Hu Xuan Dance, I think she is a beauty!" ”

"It's just a palace maid who can dance."

"Miss Du is kind to save you, it's not unacceptable, but accepting Miss Du doesn't mean that the county lord is a soft persimmon, today you accept a beauty under the pretext of the prince's gift, and tomorrow maybe you will accept someone under the guise of whom."

Jiang Cailing's eyes were red with anger, and she forced out a few tears, and then turned to Luan Wenzhi, "Prince, I also know a thing or two about what happened back then, I married the tenth prince in a daze, and I accepted my fate, why do you still ...... Why do you want to stab me again after I accept my fate, if you don't take you to bully people like this, I will go to Your Majesty for comment! ”

As she spoke, Jiang Cailing ran back to Xie Cheng crying and got into the sedan chair aggrievedly.

This seems to be the first time Su Qingcheng has seen Jiang Cailing crying, and the red appearance of his eyes can't be dissipated in his mind, taking a deep breath, Su Qingcheng said to Luan Wenzhi with regret, "It's the first time I've met such a true woman as the county lord of Yunyang, and the temper is so cute, that beauty should forget it, brother, I seem to have to coax it for a while." ”

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