He had never really understood Princess Yongle before, he only knew that Yongle was pampered and willful on weekdays, but he ignored that Yongle was a princess in the end.

From childhood to adulthood, there are special masters to teach Yongle. The prince and the prince also taught Yongle in person, and the emperor's thoughts on Yongle can even be said to be no less than that of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince at the beginning!

Yongle can export chapters, which naturally puts more pressure on that Ji Yingying.

Seeing that Ji Yingying simply put down the pen, and then took a deep breath, anyone with a discerning eye could see that a layer of sweat appeared on her nervous forehead.

She is like this, Feng Wenrong seems to be a little unbearable: "If my cousin is really unwell today, then just leave it!" Everyone is just here to enjoy this spring flower and autumn moon picture together, and it is not a scientific expedition, why should you be so serious? This poem always has to be inspired to be successful! ”

In fact, in Feng Wenrong's heart, it was probably clear that Ji Yingying was not this material.

He Yuniang on the side also stood up and handed the handkerchief in her sleeve to Ji Yingying "intimately": "Yes, this cousin." Although I didn't have the opportunity to see my cousin's talent today, I saw the appearance of my cousin, and Yu Niang had no regrets. ”

Isn't this just saying that she Ji Yingying is actually an embroidered pillow with a bag of grass?

How could Ji Yingying lose face in front of Feng Wenrong?

just wiped the sweat on his forehead, casually threw Yu Niang's handkerchief on the ground, and then said to Feng Wenrong: "I'm a little unwell today, can my cousin and sister-in-law allow me to sit down and drink tea, and then compose poems?" What my cousin said was that poetry is always about inspiration. But if I can't even compose this little poem of spring flowers and autumn moons, wouldn't it be worthy of the name and make others laugh? ”

She is "three hundred taels of silver here", and she doesn't go down the steps given to her by others, so it's no wonder that there are others.

Zhu Xinghe stepped forward, picked up Yu Niang's handkerchief from the ground, and then personally served tea to Ji Yingying.

But looking at Ji Yingying, I don't know if she was too nervous, she forgot the rules of tea tasting. picked up the teacup and drank it all, so that Zhu Xinghe began to feel sorry for this excellent tea again.

Feng Wenrong also frowned, coughed lightly, and said to the chief cultivator beside him: "I will serve the tea that my cousin treats on weekdays in a while." ”

This voice is neither loud nor small, so that Zhu Xinghe can hear it, knowing that Feng Wenrong's opinion of Ji Yingying has changed from the bottom of his heart.

Zhu Xinghe heard it, and Ji Yingying naturally heard it too.

Her face turned red, and she hurriedly put down the teacup in her hand, and then stood up: "Cousin, I can continue to compose poetry." Fang Cai is too thirsty, cousin, wait a moment! ”

As she spoke, she picked up the pen again, then took a deep breath, changed a piece of paper, and wrote the first sentence: Asakusa is floating and has no branches.

Seriously, this line is a lot better than the one she had before.

But look, one shallow grass and one floating light, it is clearly a patchwork of poems written by He Yuniang and Princess Yongle! There are no flower branches, which is really contrary to common sense: the grass in spring is still only shallow grass, how can it drown the flower branches? No matter how you think about it, it doesn't make sense.

Zhu Xinghe looked at Feng Wenrong, and sure enough, his eyes were a little cold, obviously with Zhu Xinghe.

He Yuniang was also unhappy, only Yongle, as if he didn't know anything, and told Changxiu to add some pastries.

Ji Yingying didn't have time to look up to observe the words and looks, thought for a long time, and then slowly wrote the second sentence: The spring rain has eliminated all things new.

Let's not say that there is no spring rain on this spring flower and autumn moon map, let's just say that this sentence and her previous sentence, from the flat to the format, don't seem to rhyme so much.

Feng Wenrong's brows have been twisted into the word "Sichuan".

Ji Yingying didn't look up, and she didn't know if she didn't dare, and then wrote the third sentence: The branches on the moon are flourishing.

Although spring flowers and autumn moon are a picture, spring is a scene of the day, and autumn is a scene of the night.

On the branches this month, I really don't know where to start with Zhu Xinghe.

For now, it's up to the last sentence. In fact, writing poetry in this era does not have to be confined to four sentences, but Zhu Xinghe knows that Ji Yingying will definitely stop writing after writing four sentences.

Sure enough, this last sentence took Ji Yingying a long, long time.

Just when everyone was a little impatient, she finally put pen to paper: but the wind was cool and warm.

This sentence is still a bit of a level. It's a pity, it's just a little bit higher than Ji Yingying's first three sentences. This sentence is put in this Beijing, and it is just the ordinary level of ordinary students, but it can't support Ji Yingying's talent that is touted on weekdays.

After she had finished these four sentences, the whole hall fell silent.

He Yuniang obviously didn't like this poem, so she just asked Zhu Xinghe for a cup of tea, and tasted the tea without saying a word.

Zhu Xinghe and Degui, who were waiting by Ji Yingying's side, also lowered their heads, and Degui's disgusted expression was almost impossible to hide.

Feng Wenrong above just stared at the four sentences written by Ji Yingying, but his hand was unconsciously clenched into a fist at his side.

It's Yongle, but it has become the one who is and muddy: "But the wind is cool and the clouds are warm, and this sentence is a little like this sentence." The wind in spring doesn't feel warm, but it's still cold? My cousin really has a bit of talent. ”

Yongle didn't have to praise Ji Yingying, but in the eyes of others, it seemed that she was comforting Ji Yingying.

It's just that this compliment is really a little pale, so that others can't answer.

Ji Yingying knew just by looking at Feng Wenrong's face that her poem was really not a big success.

So she didn't say a word, she saluted Feng Wenrong and was full of apologies: "Cousin, I'm sorry." I'm not in a good state today, and I'm feeling a little unwell. I'm afraid that it will ruin the interest of my cousin and sister-in-law, so I apologize to my cousin and sister-in-law here. ”

This pitiful appearance has already made Feng Wenrong not have so much pity.

Feng Wenrong is a scumbag, but he is a typical scumbag. She has her own requirements for women's softness and women's talents. On weekdays, I just go out to have fun, and I have to pick the best Oiran girl in the building.

So at this moment, even if Ji Yingying's expression is pitiful, no matter how good-looking she looks, Feng Wenrong seems to have lost most of her interest: "Mother said, you are the best in talent and learning, and you are the best in the boudoir." Now I see that I have praised you falsely. ”

This is what Zhu Xinghe didn't expect, Feng Wenrong would be so unkind when he spoke to Ji Yingying!

However, it seems to prove that Feng Wenrong is at least a straightforward and honest person. If Yongle can get along with him well in the future, not to mention loving the couple, there will not be too much intrigue in the future.