"No way, how could you possibly compose such a poem! You must be prepared! This poem is not yours at all! Nangong Ling was emotional, unwilling to admit that this was Mu Li's poem.

Of course, this is indeed not Mu Li's own poems, she just borrowed the works written by ancient Chinese poets.

However, Mu Li would not be stupid enough to admit it in front of Nangong Ling.

"What do you mean by that, princess?" Mu Li looked at Nangong Ling sideways, not angry, but waited for Nangong Ling to continue.

"Everyone in the capital knows that you are nothing more than a waste who can't gather spiritual power. Seven years ago, because he injured his son, he was sent to Lingshan by the prime minister to repent. So, how can you be literate! The poem just now must have been written for you by someone in advance! So, you are guilty of deception! ”

Nangong Ling wants Mu Li to make a fool of himself today, and he will not admit that Mu Li is the one who can write the poem just now.

The palace instantly became silent, and everyone was waiting for Mu Li to speak and hear how she could justify.

Mu Wanwan on the side looked at Mu Li standing there indifferently, with a smug look in his eyes.

However, in order to show that she was very understanding, Mu Wanwan walked to Mu Li's side, stretched out her hand and took Mu Li's hand and said, "Third sister, you just admit your mistake, the emperor will not blame you." ”

Mu Li sneered in his heart, withdrew his hand, and then looked at Mu Wanwan: "What did the second sister say, I didn't do anything wrong, why should I admit my mistake?" ”

"But, you're obvious..."Mu Wanwan frowned slightly.

"Hehe, it's true that I can't gather spiritual power, but it doesn't mean that I can't read. Although my mother is not in the main room, she understands that she does not have to be in the main room. When I was in Lingshan, although my life was hard, my mother taught me everything she should teach. So, I don't know who is out there spreading the word about my illiterate. Mu Li looked at Mu Wanwan indifferently, his eyes sharp.

When Mu Wanwan met Mu Li's gaze, panic flashed on her face.

"The whole capital knows about this, why do you need someone to deliberately spread rumors." Nangong Ling also stood up and joined Mu Wanwan.

"Third sister, I know that the rumors outside hurt you a lot, but you can't do this kind of stealing." After Nangong Ling came to his side, Mu Wanwan seemed to have a centering stone.

"Oh? Then I wonder, if no one preaches it, how can people outside know about these things? Mu Li sneered in his heart.

Those rumors outside, how many are the help of Mu Wanwan and their mother and daughter, Mu Li knows it very well.

Mu Wanwan was speechless when Mu Li asked, so she could only stand in place with a weak heart.

"Since you don't believe that this poem was written by Miss San herself, then you can change your talent." Mo Jinlan opened his mouth at this time and said lightly.

"Just according to what the Seventh Prince said." Mu Wanwan hurriedly descended the stairs given by Mo Jinlan.

Mu Li tugged at the corners of his mouth, and then looked sideways at Mo Jinlan: "Then the Seventh Prince will decide, what will you compare next?" Since the emperor promised the courtiers a reward, he had to convince others. ”

Mo Jinlan raised her eyebrows, becoming more and more interested in Mu Li.

"Poon... How is it about painting? Mo Jinlan smiled lightly and looked at Mu Li with interest.

"Whatever you want." Mu Li stood there calmly.

Nangong Zhentian didn't open his mouth from beginning to end, as if watching a play, sitting on a high seat and watching Mu Li and Mu Wanwan.

"So, let's get started." Finally, Nangong Zhentian opened his mouth lightly.

The palace people followed the instructions and began to go down and arrange the things needed for painting.

Nangong Ling quietly left the banquet and quickly rushed towards the side hall. Mu Li, who returned to his position and waited, happened to see Nangong Ling's figure leaving, and his eyes sank.

After a while, all the things needed for painting had been placed in the main hall, and Nangong Ling also returned to his position at this time.

"Alright, let's get started." Seeing that everything was ready, Nangong Zhentian spoke.

Mu Li came to the three tables and found that Mu Wanwan and Nangong Ling's tables were full of paint, but he only had a few scattered colors.

"Even the paint is not neat, are there any discrimination between high and low in the work of these minions?" Mu Li looked at Nangong Zhentian and said lightly.

"What's going on?" Nangong Zhentian's face sank and he looked at the minions beside him.

"The emperor is angry, originally we prepared paint for the third lady, but when the princess's maid told me about things, she accidentally knocked over the paint, and the princess has already sent him to receive the punishment."

"Hehe, you knocked me over, this minion is really lucky." Mu Li sneered, then stared at the paint on the table.

"Third Miss, forgive me, after a while, this princess will let the slave and maid come to make amends for you." Nangong Ling stood aside and said with a light smile.

Mu Li glanced at Nangong Ling sideways, and then sneered: "Then I'll wait, the princess asked her to come over." ”

After speaking, Mu Li picked up the pen, and then stared at the rice paper on his desk and thought.

Mu Wanwan and Nangong Ling glanced at each other, and the two of them showed a meaningful smile.

Everyone in the palace was watching the three of them, and some were even making private bets on who would win.

Mu Wanwan and the others had begun to concentrate on their paintings, but Mu Li still didn't move her pen and stood there in a daze.

When Mu Wanwan and Nangong Ling had finished their works, Mu Li still didn't start writing.

"Third Miss, can't you draw this?" Nangong Ling came over, and when he saw that Mu Li was still a blank piece of paper in front of him, he couldn't help but say mockingly.

Mu Wanwan also walked over, glanced at the blank paper in front of Mu Li, and a touch of pride flashed in her eyes.

"Third sister, if you really can't do it, don't be reckless." Mu Wanwan made a worried expression, as if she was worried about Mu Li.

Mu Li raised his eyebrows and turned to face Nangong Ling: "Didn't the princess say that she wanted your maid to come over and make amends?" Now that she's not coming, I can't do it. ”

"Hmph, if you can't draw it, just say it, you don't have to find any excuse to delay time." Nangong Ling sneered.

"Whether I can paint or not, I have my own considerations in mind. However, I presented this painting to the Queen Mother as a birthday gift, and the princess's maidservant knocked over my paint, which also hindered me from presenting the gift to the Queen Mother. If she doesn't make amends, this is also disrespectful to the Queen Mother. ”

"You! It's just a strong word! Nangong Ling didn't expect Mu Li to blame what he just said casually.

"Ling'er, since it was your maid who did something wrong, let her come out to make amends." At this time, Mo Jinlan spoke, playing with the wine glass in his hand.

"......" Nangong Ling bit her lip, stomped her foot very reluctantly, and then turned to look at the maid standing next to her position: "Come here!" ”

The maid's expression was a little complicated, and she was a little scared but also a little reluctant.

"Third Miss, I'm sorry, it was the slave who accidentally knocked over the paint."

Mu Li stared at the servant girl who had been lowering her head: "Raise your head." ”

The handmaid clasped her hands tightly together and looked very reluctant to raise her head.

Mu Li looked at this servant girl with a reluctant look, didn't say anything, and directly raised his hand and slapped it.

Syllable... The crisp applause rang out, and the maid was hit on the head by Mu Li's sudden slap, and the blood donation at the corner of her mouth was also sprinkled on the rice paper, smudged like plum blossoms.

"What are you doing!" Nangong Ling didn't expect Mu Li to suddenly make a move, and screamed directly.

The beaten slave also covered her face and looked at Mu Li with a look of hatred, but she didn't dare to squeak.

"What am I doing? Didn't the princess ask your slave to come and make amends? Mu Li didn't feel that it was wrong, but took the pen, dipped it in the handmaid's blood, and began to draw.

"Mo'er is the maid of this princess, even if you want to teach a lesson, it is also the princess's business! The third lady is so arrogant, doesn't she take this princess in her eyes? Nangong Ling glared at Mu Li angrily, as if he wanted to kill Mu Li.

Mu Li made a movement in his hand, and then looked up at Nangong Ling slightly: "I have already said that this painting is presented to the Queen Mother." What the princess just said, that is, a maidservant is also more important than the queen mother, right? ”

"You... Don't talk nonsense, how could this princess ever say such a thing. Nangong Ling's face turned pale, and he looked at Nangong Zhentian in a panic.

"Since that's not what I mean, then don't bother me painting here, princess." After Mu Li finished speaking, he continued to lower his head and draw.

"Hmph, princess Ben just looks at what you can draw!" Nangong Ling was worried that Nangong Zhen had really listened to what Mu Li said, so he didn't mention Mu Li's beating Mo'er anymore.

"Princess, feel free." Mu Li said lightly, and the movements in his hands did not stop.

Nangong Ling's chest rose and fell violently, and he stood aside panting angrily.

Mu Wanwan approached Nangong Ling, pulled her clothes with her hand, and then whispered: "Princess, I found that Mu Li seems to be wrong. ”

"What do you mean?" Nangong Ling tilted his head, approached Mu Wanwan and asked in a low voice.

"I can't say it, I just feel like she's different." Mu Wanwan glanced at Mu Li, who was painting seriously, and said with some uneasiness in her heart.

"You're thinking too much, I think she's still useless!" Nangong Ling was still angry about Mu Li's beating of Mo'er, and the more she looked at Mu Li, the more unpleasant she felt.

"I hope so." Mu Wanwan suppressed the uneasiness in her heart, and then stood aside and watched Mu Li paint.

Mu Li painted a picture of a hundred birds facing the phoenix, just the blood droplets of Mo'er, as the cinnabar between the phoenix's forehead.

After a while, Mu Li put down his pen, and then stood aside: "Okay, the emperor can come and take a look." ”

"Let the Seventh Lord wait for me to present it." Nangong Zhentian said lightly.

When Mo Jinlan heard that he was going to come, he put down the wine glass in his hand, and then got up and walked over.

Although he was very curious about what Mu Li had drawn, Mo Jinlan still walked towards Mu Wanwan first.

"The second lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion will make a pair of peony flowers." As he spoke, Mo Jinlan picked up the rice paper and showed it to everyone present.

"Princess, make a spring boating picture."

"The third lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion..."Mo Jinlan stood in front of Mu Li's picture, with a smile hooked at the corner of her mouth and appreciation in her eyes.

"Make a picture of a hundred birds and a phoenix." After speaking, Mo Jinlan showed Mu Li's painting to everyone.