Qianshu followed his finger and looked over, only to see a few willow trees lined up by the pool, the breeze blowing, and the willow swaying gently. So, this proposition has to do with willows?

"With the theme of willow, write a poem. Since you are brilliant, this palace doesn't need half a pillar of incense to see you, so let's go with them. The prince swayed lightly and stood up.

Qianshu turned her head to look at the incense burner, only to see that the incense had burned a quarter, damn it, isn't this making things difficult for her! Why does she have half the time compared to others?

She was so anxious that she walked to the table, lifted her sleeves and spread out the paper, and the ink was no longer grinding, so she grabbed a brush at random and licked the ink that the young lady next to her face.

The young lady looked at Qianshu's appearance and couldn't help but wonder: "You wrote a poem so quickly?" ”

Belch...... Certainly not her poems! If you want to ask her why she thought of it so quickly, it was because when she opened the restaurant, in order to be elegant, there were a lot of poetry scrolls hanging in the store, and there were famous poems and sentences, hehe!

Qian Shu glanced at the poem written by the young lady and choked for a moment.

"Liu Yiyi, affectionate, farewell to you today, how many tears of sorrow."

How much does this girl miss her lover? It is estimated that she looks very handsome, which makes the girl so concerned.

Qianshu glanced at the poem inscribed by a lady at the table next to him, and shuddered again.

"Last year, the willows were drooping, and I looked forward to Lang's return; This year, the willows are still the same, and there are no people under the trees. ”

It's really a girl's shoe with a story, and it's her husband who also has a story, and if she doesn't come back, it's probably either an accident or another story.

Qianshu shook her head, she was not a girl with a story.

He Dongfeng picked up the tea, but the afterglow kept sweeping Qianshu's side.

With such a simple poem question and no other requirements, she won't be unable to do it, right? Knowing this, I gave her a hint or two this morning, and it was all because she rubbed on him, so he forgot about it......

"Ahem" As soon as he thought about it, he choked on the tea.

Concubine Xie turned her head and saw that his face was a little flushed: "What's wrong?" ”

"The son is fine."

Why didn't the woman use her pen? The time for half a pillar of incense is coming soon.

Qianshu was asking the lady next to him a question, and after asking, he wrote a song "Yancheng Song" with a pen. That's right, it was made by the poet Wang Weida's "Weicheng Song" with a slight change of two words.

When He Dongfeng saw that she had finished writing, he was about to ask her if she would change it, but he saw that the prince walked down one step ahead of him, and when he arrived in front of Fu Qianshu, he picked up the poems she wrote.

The prince read aloud: "The rain in Yancheng is light and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. persuade the gentleman to have a glass of wine, and there is no one in the west. ”

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

Qianshu is dark and cool, of course, it is a good poem. Fortunately, she asked the young ladies next to her to confirm that this time and space did not know that there were Tang poems, Song Ci, Yuanqu, Ming and Qing Dynasties, just right, hehe!

He Dongfeng frowned lightly, this poem is above his writing in terms of style and artistic conception, this woman is really beyond his expectations.

"Don't thank His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

Only then did Qian Shu know that this man with clear eyebrows was the crown prince, and she knelt down busily: "Your Highness Xie." ”

The prince rolled up the poem and handed it to the princess behind him, and then said to her, "Get up." It is said that your poem amazed the palace, and there is no doubt that you have the first place, but it is difficult for the palace to go out of the palace, and you will be willing to give you the title of first if you have to test you. ”

Kao Ni Ma Ah Kao.

"Slaves are stupid." Qianshu regretted it, she shouldn't have written the works of great poets, she should have written a few words and handed them in. It's okay now, the prince wants to test her, a person who doesn't have any ink, won't she show her stuffing later?

It's all to blame on He scumbag, why do you call her over!

The prince took his hand and said: "Xie Taifei has been worshiping the Buddha for many years, and the palace has been thinking of her compassion, and has always wanted to inscribe a word for the concubine, but the palace has been thinking about it for a long time, and is not very satisfied, so today you will write for the palace." ”

What? She is a slave and maid to inscribe the concubine? Won't Concubine Xie always think of her ex-daughter-in-law after seeing it? That's a good idea.

Qianshu secretly glanced at Concubine Xie, I don't know if her expression was too well managed, or if she thought of others too carefully, in short, Concubine Xie looked the same as before, without a trace of embarrassment.

"I still remember that when I was young, I had to be enlightened by a master, so that the slave and maid would be ugly."

She re-laid the paper and lifted the pen, stroke by stroke, and dropped the first two sentences of Master Minghanshan's popular Zen poem: red dust and white waves are boundless, and forbearance and softness are the best prescriptions. Everywhere with the fate of the years, a lifetime of peace.

The crown prince took the poem she wrote, nodded and said, "Your understanding is higher than that of this palace." ”

"The slave is terrified."

The prince turned around and respectfully put it in front of the concubine: "Is the concubine satisfied?" ”

Concubine Xie is not a small person, she liked Qianshu's poem as soon as she came out, so she nodded and said: "I am satisfied, the old body has thanked the prince." ”

The prince then wrote a few words at the end of the poem, pressed the seal, and ordered someone to frame it.

"It seems that the question from this palace is difficult for you. Why doesn't Dongfeng make a debut for this palace? ”

Still coming? Did this prince not study well when he was a child, and got duck eggs in exams every day? Why do you like to test others so much.

He Dongfeng didn't want to embarrass her, but thinking that she had repeatedly made him angry, why not take this opportunity to make her soft? So he pondered for a long time and said: "There is a way that heroes are short of breath and children are long, if you can make a touching love poem, this question will be considered as your pass." ”

Love poems. Hehe.

How lacking in love are you? Could it be that the women who marry into the palace are all for the sake of childbirth, and they have no feelings at all?

It's also very touching, hehe. Aren't the poems written by these young ladies and ladies next to them touching enough?

The prince looked at the two with great interest. This trip to the Jin Palace, it's really the right time. The personal vendetta of Dongfeng's communiqué is very disgusting. Couples who turn to each other talk about love, and they don't feel that this little spark can start a prairie fire in a moment.

Chisuki frowned and searched for love poems in her barren knowledge base. If you want to say that this congratulatory scum is suitable for the occasion or what, you actually have to listen to love poems.

Hey, it's time for you! She remembered, that simple love poem.

So she didn't even lay out the paper, and she didn't mention the pen, and read it out directly.

"Morning Glory, Bright River Han Girl.

Slender hands, zaza lanes.

All day long, sobbing is like rain;

The river is clear and shallow, a little different!

Yingying is in the water, and the pulse is silent. ”

Before He Dongfeng could express his position, the princess sitting next to the prince spoke first: "This poem says that there are lovers who separate the two sides of the strait, and they can't stay together?" ”

"Exactly. Legend has it that Morning Glory and Weaver Girl were forcibly separated on both sides of the Milky Way, and they were only allowed to meet on the day of Qixi every year. On this day, the magpies who were moved by them built a bridge and let the morning glory and weaver girl meet at the magpie bridge. Qianshu explained briefly.

The crown princess smiled gently: "Very touching." ”

He Dongfeng also relented: "Count you through." ”

Qianshu breathed a sigh of relief, if she wanted to test her again, she wouldn't be able to hold anything back. Manxin thought she could leave, but who knew that Chaoyu took her to another pavilion that was more embroidery.

"Chaoyu, I don't have that much spare work, whoever likes to compete will go." Qianshu was furious. She is just a dancer, why did she let her dance and ink, and let her draw dragons and phoenixes?

Who knew that she didn't take a few steps before someone grabbed her arm.

"If you leave now, even the qualifications for the dance competition in the back will automatically disappear." He Dongfeng told her idly.

Qianshu couldn't believe that he actually threatened her like this: "Isn't it enough to participate in at least one?" Why do slaves and maidservants participate in triathlon events? ”

"Because you represent the Jin Palace, is it reasonable to participate in only one event?" He Dongfeng's face seemed to say "Lao Tzu is a judge, and whatever Lao Tzu says is what it is."

So angry that I want to slap him in the face, why don't you let the women in your backyard go? Shen Bishu is not a vegetarian, and she can definitely win the first place for him.

Thinking of this, she always felt that she had been deceived: "Lord Wang, why do slaves and maids want to compete?" This is clearly a competition between the masters. ”

He Dongfeng looked left and right: "Aren't you Fu Xiang's daughter?" Fu Xiang is the head of the hundred officials, and his daughter naturally wants to participate. ”

Oh, that's right. It's just that she always feels that something is wrong and can't say it for a while.

He Dongfeng reminded her: "Don't go in yet? Could it be that half a pillar of incense is enough time for you to embroider a flower? ”

Qian Shu was stunned, and hurriedly rushed in, forgetting that he didn't know how to embroider at all.

Well, how nice it is to be so obedient. He Dongfeng's eyes flashed slightly, and he subconsciously reached out and pinched the half-embroidered purse on his waist. There was only one lone mandarin bird on the purse, and he had to let her finish embroidering the purse, otherwise He Jue said that he was wearing a purse embroidered with a wild duck, and it was ugly......

Qianshu went in and sat down, and a grandmother brought her a small basket of needlework and cloth: "But Fu? ”

"Yes, exactly."

The grandmother glanced at the incense burner: "Hurry up and do it, many ladies have drawn their shapes." ”

Qianshu held his forehead, but he had a headache. She doesn't know how to pinch this embroidery needle. Hurriedly grabbed the mama: "Mama, can you find me something?" ”

The grandmother felt strange while listening to what Qianshu said. Isn't this an embroidery competition, why does this Fu want a soft mat, and a pen and ink and rouge? It's weird.

Waiting for Mama to look for something, Qianshu lay on the table, thinking about what to embroider. Animals can't do it, it's too hard; Plants are not good either, they need layers; Simply embroider the landscape and paint it, anyway, you can see that the mountain is the mountain, and the moon is the moon.

When the things were brought, Qianshu drew a stick figure landscape painting on the small mat, and used black ink and red rouge to make marks respectively, and finally threaded the needle.

She took an ordinary sewing needle, matched it with the markings, and embroidered it with great pleasure. The reason for embroidering the mat is that the mat is criss-crossed, which is convenient for embroidering cross-stitch.

As a result, it took less than a pillar of incense to embroider a simple landscape map. The lofty mountains are outlined with black lines, sometimes there are green trees and scattered flowers, two vigorous and upright pines at the bottom, the golden sun behind them, and eagles and birds flying by.

Miss and Mrs. have seen a lot of people who are good at embroidery, but they have never seen anyone embroidering on the mat, and they all look around Qianshu's work.

Qianshu waved his hand: "I haven't finished embroidering yet, I'll show you later." ”

Anyway, she turned her back rather mysteriously, just not embroidering in front of everyone. She embroidered two more words on the top of this cross-stitch: bamboo and stone.

That's when I handed it in.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and He Dongfeng and other judges came over, and they saw Qianshu's work at first sight.

"Bamboo stone? Why? He Dongfeng raised his eyebrows and asked.

But seeing that Qianshu's smile was a bit of a thief, he immediately felt that it was better for her not to explain.

But it was too late.

Qianshu said loudly: "Insist that Qingshan will not relax, and the roots are in the broken rock." Thousands of blows are still strong,"

"The last sentence?" The prince asked.

"Let the wind blow from east to west, north and south."

Hmph, let you congratulate the scum before you asked me to write a love poem.