Shen Miaoyan understood, stopped watching the play, and stood up generously, smiling delicately:

"Ladies and gentlemen, my prince has seen the beautiful scenery of the eastern suburbs, so I invite you to come and write poems and paintings today. The prince likes to appreciate calligraphy and painting the most on weekdays, so he specially instructed whoever can win the first prize will send a painting of Master Zheng Qiao as a color head! ”

Everyone was shocked, Master Zheng Qiao's painting?!

Master Zheng's calligraphy and paintings, no matter what country they are in, are priceless.

Unexpectedly, this unfavored prince was so generous as soon as he made a move!

Xue Baozhang's eyes moved, it seems that this Shouwang is not as unbearable as it seems......

Jun Shuying sat on the Taishi chair with a smile, looked at Shen Miaoyan, and couldn't help teasing: "There is no shortage of calligraphy and paintings in this king's mansion, if this king wins, can you change the color?" ”

Before Shen Miaoyan could speak, Jun Tianlan raised his indifferent eyes and opened his mouth first: "If everyone asks for a change, what does the color head mean?" ”

Jun Shuying's words were blocked, and he took a sip of tea with a smile and didn't say anything more.

The two maids hung Master Zheng's calligraphy and painting on the silk thread, and those who knew the treasure immediately recognized that it was genuine.

Everyone looked at Jun Tianlan's gaze changed again and again, and they all said that King Shou was not favored, but no matter how he was not favored, people could still take out priceless treasures as color heads, in the end, he was the prince of the heavenly family, and his status was precious, how could they despise it!

Thinking like this, these people's attitude towards Jun Tianlan couldn't help but be more respectful, and even brought the maids of the Shouwang Mansion to shop the four treasures of the study, no one dared to instruct them at will.

Shen Miaoyan saw the change in the attitude of these people, and said softly: "Look at the appearance of these families, what kind of etiquette and demeanor are just pretending to be arrogant. ”

Jun Tianlan's face was still indifferent, and his eyes fell on Jun Shuying, coincidentally, colliding with his line of sight.

A wordless contest unfolds in the void.

Shen Miaoyan glanced at the two of them, and finally looked at Jun Shuying, and said slowly: "Doesn't His Royal Highness King Xuan write a poem?" ”

This time, the main reason for setting up the game is to get Jun Shuying's words, and she is of great use.

"Xiao Miaomiao wants this king to compose poems?" Jun Shuying raised her eyebrows and smiled.

The smile was so gorgeous that the nobles present forgot their manners and couldn't help staring at him.

Xiao Yang was painting, and when he looked up, his heart was about to jump out of his chest, and he didn't even notice that the ink was dripping on the rice paper.

The lethality of that smile was too great, Shen Miaoyan hurriedly retracted his gaze, glanced at Jun Tianlan, and seemed to mumble inadvertently: "King Xuan refuses to compose poems, is he afraid of losing to my lord?" ”

When the words landed, they immediately drew chuckles from all around.

Who in the pickaxe capital does not know that His Royal Highness King Xuan became a poem at the age of seven, and it is not an exaggeration to call him the first person in the Great Zhou.

And King Shou has been traveling all these years, but in fact, who knows where he is struggling to survive, how can he be better than King Xuan, who has studied with the Confucians since childhood.

Xue Baozhang shook his fan, his beautiful eyes swept over the two of them, and the corners of his lips still kept smiling.

Xie Zhao couldn't hold back and asked, "Sister Xue thinks that if King Xuan and King Shou compete, who will win?" ”

When the words landed, Jun Wuji, who was not far away, slapped the table and said excitedly: "In this case, let's start a gambling game, let's bet on the two imperial brothers, who will win!" ”

As he spoke, regardless of the opinions of the people around him, he took a crystal plate, untied the jade pendant on his waist and threw it in: "This king bets that the fifth brother wins, what about you?" ”

The clothes standing on the side looked at his master, and when he saw that he did not object, he took the crystal plate in Jun Wuji's hand and took the initiative to walk in front of everyone.

Seeing this, Tian Xiang brought a gold plate, specially containing the items won by King Shou, and walked with her among the noble people.

Xie Zhao glanced at Xue Baozhang, who was calm and relaxed, and pulled a golden phoenix bead hairpin from his bun with a smile and put it into the crystal plate: "I bet that His Royal Highness King Xuan will win." Sister Xue, this clear-eyed person, can see who will win. ”

Xue Baozhang shook the silk fan a few times, looked at Jun Tianlan, who was still indifferent, took off the red jade agate bracelet on his wrist and put it on the gold plate, and his voice was tactful and melodious: "I am the fiancée of King Shou, so naturally I bet on His Royal Highness King Shou to win." ”

The gold plate was empty, and the agate bracelet was thrown in, making a crisp sound of "clang".

Xie Zhao glanced at the bracelet, covered his lips and chuckled: "That's what my sister and Lu Shi were rewarded by the current queen." If you lose, my sister's face will be lost! ”

"Isn't my sister's golden phoenix title bead hairpin also rewarded by Concubine Xiao? If you lose, don't cry. Xue Baozhang softly shot back.

Xie Zhao shook off the embroidered handkerchief, his eyes full of confidence: "Wait and see." ”

When everyone made a good bet, Shen Miaoyan looked over, and the crystal plate was full of gold, silver, jewelry, silver tickets and other things, but there were only a few things in the gold plate, which showed that these people still looked down on the fourth brother from their bones.

She secretly took out the colorful exquisite beads from her purse and put them on a gold plate.

Jun Tianlan caught a glimpse of her small movements, and her thin lips couldn't help but purse a faint arc.

Jun Shuying, who was not far away, also saw her small movements, Danfeng's eyes were still smiling, but the bottom of her eyes was a little sharper.

The gambling game was started by Jun Wuji, so it was naturally him who made the proposition.

He got up with the wine, and walked to Zheng Qiao's "Spring River Night Drinking Map" while drinking, and after a while, he looked at the wine in his hand, and looked around at everyone with a smile: "In this way, take 'wine' as the theme, poems and songs can be used, but the beginning of the sentence needs to contain the word 'wine'." ”

This question is not difficult to say, and it is not easy to say.

Shen Miaoyan asked herself if she couldn't make any good poems, so she looked at Jun Tianlan, but this person was not in a hurry or impatient, and only drank the wine indifferently.

No one present cared about Jun Tianlan, and they all set their eyes on Jun Shuying.

Jun Shuying sat on a big chair on the shore of the lake, dressed in white and snowy, with flying black hair, a face that was brilliant and dusty, and looked like a fairy.

He took a sip of wine, and Danfeng's eyes were elegant and elegant: "The altar of Shouwangfu is white, clear but not cold, mellow but not greasy, thick but not hurtful, worthy of being a gentleman in wine." ”

When the words landed, everyone was stunned, and they all looked at the wine in their cups, they only felt that this wine tasted good, and they only thought that King Shou brought it back from some poor country, but when King Xuan said this, this wine was actually the legendary Taixi Bai?!

Although the people present boasted that they were born in a family of hairpins and food, the splendid wealth accumulated over hundreds of years did not allow them to easily take out a calligraphy and painting of Zheng Qiao to make a colorful head and entertain so many idle guests with Taixi Bai.

The financial resources of this Shouwang are really not to be underestimated.

After everyone finished thinking about it, they saw Jun Shuying get up, put the wine cup on the corner of the table, dipped the pen in ink, and chanted:

"Toast the east wind, and calmly. Weeping poplar purple Moluo east of the city. Always hand in hand at that time, swimming all over the bushes. Gathering and scattering are in a hurry, and this hatred is endless. This year's flowers are better than last year's red. It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year, who do you know with? ”

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