As he spoke, the painting had been removed from the stage. A desk was set up, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table were readily available.

Mu Cui saw Nanxing sitting in the small pavilion drinking tea, and she also walked over happily. Ziluo looked back and didn't move.

"What's next?" Nanxing asked curiously.

"It's more than poetry and calligraphy!"

"Forget about calligraphy, this girl's handwriting is too ugly," she smiled helplessly.

I've been here for ten years, and I still can't write calligraphy. When she was in Danxia Mountain, she was scolded by her master for writing, but she really couldn't learn it, so she didn't care about it. Now, she generally doesn't write, and if she really needs to write, she can only bite the bullet. It's like the last time I wrote a recipe in Mingyue Building, there was no one else to write it, so I had to do it!

Ye Ziyuan heard his words and laughed secretly.

Nanxing didn't like to write since he was a child, he knew it, and it seemed that she was going to give up this time.

When the principal mother came to the stage to explain the rules, the first person to appear was Miss Sun.

She sang a poem with the theme of peach blossoms, which won a round of applause. Then the ladies who participated in the first competition came to the stage one after another to chant poems, which caused the talents below to exclaim and say yes!

When it was Miss Cui's turn, she looked at Nanxing and shouted with a smile, "I heard that the Rong Mansion is a scholarly family, so Miss Nanxing's literary talent will not be much worse?" Why don't you compete with Miss Ben on stage? ”

"Okay, but this girl doesn't take it lightly. If Miss Cui is willing to find someone to ghostwrite, this girl is willing to ask for advice," Nanxing smiled brightly, and his crisp voice was uninhibited and chic.

"There's no problem with ghostwriting, it just depends on whether Miss Nanxing's literary value is worth it?" Cui Caiwei smiled very contemptuously, looked at the talented people below and shouted, "But there are talented people who are willing to ghostwrite for beautiful women?" ”

"I—"

"And me—"

There were really two sons coming up from the field, and Nanxing looked at it and felt much more settled. If you don't have to write yourself, then Peach Blossom's poems can be written in ten capitals. I graduated with a doctorate, and I am not bad at ancient poetry!

Ye Ziyuan on the side patted her, and his face changed slightly, "What kind of poetry and songs do you have there!" Don't go up,"

"Your Highness, don't you want to destroy the morale of our army and increase the prestige of the enemy? This has been called out, how can this girl not meet the enemy? ”

"But you, or I have a peach blossom poem here, you take it first, Mu Qing's pen and ink," Ye Ziyuan said and was about to write down the poem in his heart, but before he finished writing, Nanxing got up and walked to the stage.

Ye Ziyuan didn't say anything to stop it, and everyone went on stage.

He finished writing the poem quickly, and looked at the figure on the stage and felt a little flustered.

Mrs. Rong also rubbed her hands nervously, "This child is really not afraid of heaven and earth, where can she know any poetry?" I didn't study for a few years, so I went to Danxia Mountain. ”

"Mother, don't worry, it's okay if you lose," Nagumo softly reassured. In fact, I also sweated a handful.

"It's good that my sister dares to go on stage. This Cui Caiwei is not very good. Madame don't have to worry," Yu Xin also said with a reassuring reassurance.

"Miss Cui, please、"

Nanxing's posture is elegant and calm, and he doesn't care about Cui Caiwei's contemptuous gaze.

Cui Caiwei signaled the ghostwriter to get ready, and she pondered for a moment and said a poem to appreciate the peach.

The crowd applauded.

"Miss Cui's writing is good," Nanxing smiled, signaling that the ghostwriter could start.

She lowered her head and thought for a moment, and a song "Peach Blossom" by Yuan Zhen came out immediately.

"The peach blossoms are shallow and deep, like even deep and light makeup. The spring breeze helps the intestines to break and blows off the white clothes. ”

"Good poetry!" The ghostwriter was slightly stunned, quickly wrote down the poem, and hung it on the display board.

"What a poem!"

"yes, yes, write it down."

The talented people in the audience didn't care about applauding, for fear that the poem would be omitted, and they were busy copying it with their heads down.

Ye Ziyuan was also stunned, Nanxing's poems were actually better than the poems he wrote. I couldn't help but smile slightly, raised my hand and grabbed the letter paper on my leg into a paper ball and threw it on the ground.

Mrs. Rong stood up in disbelief, "Is this what Nanxing said?" ”

"Yes, mother, sit down! The little sister's writing is not bad," Nanyun motioned for Jinhe to help her sit down.

"It seems that you can compete with Miss Cui."

"Where did she learn it? Is it in Danxia Mountain? ”

"Yes, mother, look at it, Miss Cui is going to write poetry again."

Cui Caiwei on the stage didn't expect Nanxing to say such a poem, she was first shocked and then said unconvinced, "Miss is so literary, can you have another poem?" ”

Nanxing stood there smiling and stretched out his hand, motioning for her to please first!

Cui Caiwei thought for a while, and a poem describing the delicate peach blossoms was written on the display board.

The geniuses applauded after hearing this, but no one was in a hurry to copy it.

Nanxing glanced at the display card, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and walked a few steps on the stage, signaling that the ghostwriter could start.

Her lips opened slightly, her voice was clear, and she sang a song of "plain wrist flirting with gold rope, light red about green yarn." It's better to go into the water and see peach blossoms all day long. The five-word quatrain came clearly.

"Not bad! Yes," the boy smiled at her, and then wrote smoothly on the display board.

"Classics, these two poems are really classics,"

"This year's Hundred Flowers Banquet did not come in vain."

"This young lady is Rong Nanxing? If only she could join the Poetry Society,"

"Oh, you don't want to copy it quickly, I'll go to her and ask about the poetry club later."

Listening to the sound of appreciation, Nanxing raised his eyebrows lightly and looked at Ye Ziyuan with a smile, meaning to say, 'How is it?' ’

Ye Ziyuan smiled very gently, and the friendship in his eyes overflowed, but he couldn't help sighing in his heart.

How much else did she know that the king did not know? ’

An Wang Yezi smiled deeply, "Miss Nanxing's writing is really good!" This king still thinks she is, "In the middle of the sentence, he looked at Ye Ziyuan, "But the imperial brother knows?" ”

"Don't know? She has been playful since she was a child, and she never memorizes poems and songs. I think it's going to be these two songs, "Ye Ziyuan smiled very calmly, and casually picked up the teacup and drank tea. But Mu Qing could see that he was also very surprised in his heart.

After the marriage of the saint, he asked the princess behind his back. knows that she has been stubborn since she was a child, and once set fire to Lu Bohou's backyard, and the harmful Lu Zhigongzi is still afraid of fire. I still thought that such a princess would marry and enter the door, but she could only be closed in the side courtyard. But who would have thought that the master would like her? It wasn't until that time on the street that the princess went down to save him and his master like a killing god, and she was recognized in her heart.

He looked at Mu Cui behind him and asked softly, "The princess really knows not only how to cook, but also to compose poetry?" It's amazing."

"It's amazing! Saved Mu Bi's life this morning? ”

"What's going on?" Ye Ziyuan also heard Mu Cui's voice, turned his head and asked.

Mu Cui looked at the triumphant Nanxing on the stage, and saw Prince Min waiting outside the curtain, so he told everything that happened yesterday and this morning in a low voice.

Ye Ziyuan suddenly became cold, and Mu Qing hurriedly persuaded him, "Master, don't be angry, wait for the princess to come back and ask clearly." ”

Ye Zishen also pressed his bruised hand, signaling that there was still a precious concubine on the field, don't alarm her first.

"Madam, these two poems by my sister are really good! Yuxin never thought of it, "An Yuxin here is happy, these two poems are outstanding and have a lofty artistic conception." Even she didn't have such a state of mind to be able to do it so quickly.

"She's just bold and talking nonsense," Mrs. Rong smiled brightly, looking at Nanxing on the stage and muttering in her heart.

'I can't understand this kid anymore, when will this happen?' Did Master Wuchen of Danxia Mountain teach? ’

"Mother, look, Miss Cui stepped down angrily! In my opinion, the little sister must be the first place! Nanyun held Yiqing and raised his hand to the stage.

"This Miss Cui is the most favored by Mr. Cui. Nanxing didn't know how to let her, and I was afraid that she would be uneasy in the future," Mrs. Rong muttered to herself worriedly. Princess Jiahui on the side saw her uneasiness and patted her hand, "Madame don't have to worry. Winning or losing a Hundred Flowers Banquet competition is a common thing! Besides, the precious concubine in the palace is also watching from the field, and the right and wrong are determined by themselves."

As soon as her words fell, the principal mother shouted out the name of the first place, which was Nanxing!

won two games in a row, and Nanxing stepped down happily.

As soon as she got off the stage, she was surrounded by those talented people and asked questions, which made her dazed for a while, feeling like a star walking the red carpet.

Ye Ziyuan motioned for Mu Cui to come over and relieve her.

Before Mu Cui left, Ziluo arrived at Nanxing's side. "Miss, my subordinates will take you away!"

Her face was gloomy, her body was cold, and her eyes looked around coldly, which frightened the talented people and took a few steps back.

Nanxing looked at her expression and laughed softly, "They are all scholars, look at you like you want to eat people?" ”

"The young master doesn't like this kind of useless scholar the most, pretending to be high doesn't know anything. Don't get close to them, young lady. Ziluo was afraid that she would see that something was wrong, and the smile on her face was very reluctant, "Madame has been worried, you can go back with your subordinates."

"Okay." Nanxing saw that all the scholars returned to their seats. Remembering that they had just copied the poem, he pursed his lips. "The young master of your family knows very well, he is really useless and a scholar!"

If the court of Zhaoguo uses these people, I am afraid that the consequences will be unimaginable!

In the next piano skills competition, Nanxing will of course beat the crowd!

Her piano skills are a song with Xiao Yugongzi, but everyone knows it!

This appearance just made her play a tune to satisfy everyone's ears.

Mrs. Rong looked at Nanxing playing on the stage, and tears fell unconsciously.

'Yu Linggong is mainly seeing Nanxing like this, how happy he should be in his heart! When my child died, the princess gave her to me to raise. One is to keep the blood of the saint, and the other is to relieve my pain of losing my daughter. Over the years, I have long regarded her as my own child. I hope this secret will be kept all the time, so that she can live easily.

Ye Ziyuan looked at Nanxing in a daze, as if the first piano fight with her happened yesterday.

Look at this pink dress, but it is a boutique of the Thousand Embroidery Workshop. It's really in response to the sentence 'Burning a peach, pink and natural good!'" He couldn't help but smile and watched intently, his fingers tapping the wheelchair armrest to the rhythm.

Mu Qing and Mu Cui on the side were also secretly happy in their hearts, the princess's pink skirt was fresh and elegant, her black hair was fluttering in the wind, and the smile on her face was beautiful and generous!

As long as the princess is there, the master's mood will improve, and they can rest assured.

Listening to Nanxing's dreamlike piano sound, Cui Caiwei's face was ugly.

She was much inferior to the performance just now, and there is no doubt that she can't win this one. couldn't help rubbing his handkerchief and muttered to himself, "You wait, Miss Ben will go into the palace to find the third grandfather after the banquet." ”