When she said this, Feng Wenrong was the first to be unhappy.

After all, in Feng Wenrong's opinion, He Yuniang is a little show girl in the embroidery room. She Ji Yingying is different, but she is quite a generalist!

Now for Ji Yingying, it is to catch ducks on the shelves, if she still wants to find an excuse not to write this poem, I am afraid that it will not work.

So she stepped forward and thought about it for a long time, but she didn't put pen to paper.

Zhu Xinghe was also interested, personally brought the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and "reminded" Ji Yingying: "Cousin, the slave maid will personally polish the ink for you." If our Royal Highness specially asked me to bring the dragon scale ink newly paid tribute in Huizhou this year, and took the national propaganda used by the palace painter to paint on weekdays, and then added the four treasures of the Huzhou Caiyu study that can only produce a set in three years, I think I will not lose the cousin's literary talent! ”

With such a valuable study of the four treasures, Feng Wenrong's eyes lit up: "Madame really has a heart, such a valuable thing, but she also took it out today?" ”

Yongle watched Feng Wenrong smile more and more flattering at himself, and he was also in a good mood: "I am a stubborn person on weekdays, and I don't like these things that make ink in dances." If you like it, you'll take it later. Whether it's for my cousin or for myself, if I put it here, it's a tyrannical thing. ”

"Hahaha, since that's the case, thank you Madame!"

Feng Wenrong hugged Yongle with his fists, and then looked at Ji Yingying with pity: "Cousin, if you write good poems today, you can give this set to your cousin!" ”

The scumbag is really generous, and he will do this thing of borrowing flowers to offer Buddha!

Zhu Xinghe rolled his eyes at Feng Wenrong again in his heart, but looked at Ji Yingying and picked up the pen hesitantly.

Her face was not good-looking, but she knew in her heart that she couldn't hide from it no matter what.

It's just that when she picked up the pen, her eyes were staring at the spring flowers and autumn moon picture, but she never put pen to paper in front of her. Everyone waited, and the ink on the tip of the pen in her hand had already dropped two drops, but she still didn't put down the pen.

Seeing this, Zhu Xinghe couldn't help it: "Master Horse, princess, slave maid may be a little uncomfortable looking at the body of the cousin girl today. If you really can't write it, why should the two masters embarrass the guests in the house like this? ”

"Can't write" and "guest", aren't they a mockery of Ji Yingying?

At this point, Feng Wenrong also seemed to notice something wrong: "Is my cousin unwell?" ”

Yongle also took a sip of tea, and then said: "I heard my mother say that my cousin's poetry has reached the realm. I think that although I am not feeling well, writing a random song is enough to make people scream, right? ”

Her gaze was sincere, but it seemed that she was saying these words sincerely: "But if you really can't write it, then don't embarrass your cousin." ”

Ji Yingying raised her eyes to look at Feng Wenrong, and also saw a little suspicion in Feng Wenrong's eyes. Although she pulled the corners of her mouth, she tried her best to smile: "No, it's just that I just looked at such a picture of spring flowers and autumn moon, and I was a little distracted." That's it! ”

As she spoke, she approached the desk next to her, took a deep breath, and then put down her pen-

Her movements were very slow, and Zhu Xinghe didn't know if she was stalling for time.

But should I say it or not, her handwriting...... It's not very pretty.

Although it is not ugly, it is obvious that she usually practices calligraphy on weekdays. If it's just compared with ordinary ladies, her ordinary words are nothing.

But in Beijing, where there are many talents, her handwriting can be said to be very poor. Not to mention that compared with Yongle, who doesn't like to learn calligraphy very much on weekdays, he owes a lot of atmosphere and dignity, even compared with Zhu Xinghe, who is a "halfway monk" who practices calligraphy, Ji Yingying's handwriting is really stingy.

Obviously, seeing her put pen to paper, Feng Wenrong also frowned: There are so many women in the room today, including He Yuniang, I am afraid that Ji Yingying's words are the worst!

And seeing her grinding and chirping, Feng Wenrong was also a little impatient. Her eyes finally moved away from Ji Yingying's body, and instead sat next to Yongle, asked Changxiu to serve her tea too, and didn't forget to say to He Yuniang: "Yuniang also sit down, cousin is afraid that she will have to write for a while!" ”

Ji Yingying's mind is exquisite, but it is not the time. At this moment, she should have written poetry with her heart, but she listened to Feng Wenrong's words, her pen trembled slightly, and the words under her hand, which were not good-looking, were blurred by the ink and became more and more ugly.

However, what everyone is waiting for is Ji Yingying's poems, so there is still some hope in Feng Wenrong's eyes.

Yongle had long known that Ji Yingying was defeated by Jin Yuqi, so he was not in a hurry, but asked Changxiu to serve some pastries, and it seemed that he was ready to fight a "long-term war".

Not to mention the side, just the first sentence of Ji Yingying's poem, it took a cup of tea. Zhu Xinghe felt a little sorry for the dragon scale ink, and I didn't know how much she would waste if she went down with such ink. If you take it out and sell it for money, you can have a house in Beijing!

And after the first sentence sat out, Degui, who was waiting on the side, couldn't help but read: "Spring flowers bloom well." ”

Not to mention Princess Yongle and Feng Wenrong and He Yuniang, even Zhu Xinghe looked at it, and it was the same as saliva poems. She can also write such verses!

Obviously, there was some hope in Feng Wenrong's eyes.

But I don't know if he is comforting himself or others, so he only pulled out a smile awkwardly: "This first sentence is usually a reason, and it will get better and better." ”

"Hmm-"

Yongle looked at He Yuniang who was looking down, and said with a smile: "Yuniang also makes a sentence, right?" ”

He Yuniang got up and bowed to Feng Wenrong Yingying: "The shallow wind is green and fades into the winter cold." ”

In fact, this sentence is not the best, but compared with Ji Yingying's sentence, it is already good and good.

It really made Feng Wenrong clap his palms: "Wonderful! didn't use a spring word, but it made people already feel the spring breeze on their faces, and the willows were new! ”

These words obviously affected Ji Yingying, and the pen in Ji Yingying's hand paused again.

Feng Wenrong was a little anxious, but he didn't want to urge anything, so he just looked at Yongle: "Madame, too?" ”

Yongle doesn't like dancing and writing on weekdays, but at this moment, he also smiled and admitted: "The silky light clouds are half a day." ”

This is a poem made along the scene of spring flowers and autumn moons, but Feng Wenrong also nodded: "Madame also has such talents, but she is ignorant!" ”