Looking at the finely crafted colorful butterfly embroidered handkerchief on the table, the smile on Jiang Shu's face suddenly collapsed.

Since the beginning of the game, she has prayed that this embroidered handkerchief will never stop at herself, and this nearly an hour has come, and she has fulfilled her wish, but she didn't expect it to happen, but such an accident happened.

Everyone is really a beautiful lady, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs are at their fingertips, and poetry and lyrics are easy for them. And herself, the fake Miss Ye Si, although she is a top student of traditional Chinese medicine, she doesn't know anything about these crepe things.

What should I do? Do you want to declare that you will not do anything in front of everyone, and then be ridiculed by those ill-intentioned people in the Ming Dynasty?

was thinking about it, but heard Zhu Xuanyu's soft and tactful voice from the main seat in front of him: "What a coincidence this time, one is the future imperial sister-in-law, and the other is Cousin Tingke, which of the two of you will come first?" ”

Jiang Shu looked up when he heard the sound, and then found that the person who got the embroidered handkerchief with him turned out to be the eldest lady of the Shouyang Eldest Princess Mansion, Hou Tingke, who had always looked at her unpleasantly.

"Let's ask Miss Hou to come first." Jiang Shu hurriedly raised his hand and pointed at Hou Tingke on the opposite side, deliberately making a humble gesture.

At the same time, I was secretly annoyed in my heart, why did I travel to the Ming Dynasty, I couldn't plagiarize a Tang and Song poems, and in the Qing Dynasty after this, there seemed to be no familiar poems.

As for those who are not familiar with it, people like her who came from science backgrounds, it is impossible to know at all.

"Then thank you Miss Ye for being humble." In order to show his courtesy in front of the Queen Mother, Hou Tingke slowly stood up and symbolically raised his hand towards her.

Then, bowed to the Empress Dowager Li and recited the poem she had already prepared: Jingya should not be a light thing in the world, and she can't be out of the dust. Although there is no self in this night, I especially take Qinghui to find it in my dreams.

This poem is about orchids, although it is not a good work, but compared with the previous poems, it is already considered to be above average, and the artistic conception is leisurely and catchy, which naturally won a lot of praise.

After the praise fell, Hou Tingke smiled proudly, moved his gaze to Jiang Shu in the middle of the west row, and said, "Miss Ye, my poem has been finished, now it's your turn." ”

Belch...... Jiang Shu couldn't help but have a look of hesitation on his face, did he want to say anything about himself?

As he was hesitating, something suddenly flashed in his mind, and Jiang Shu's eyes suddenly lit up.

By the way, I remembered that when she was in high school, she studied Gong Zizhen's "Jihai Miscellaneous Poems" in the Qing Dynasty. ”

But as soon as I was happy, I quickly reacted, this poem has not yet the first sentence, what is this first sentence?

Jiang Shu bit his lower lip lightly, tried hard to think about it, but couldn't think of anything, and couldn't help but blame himself for getting up, this stupid brain, just four lines of poetry, I memorized it at the beginning, why did I forget it!

"Miss Ye, it's your turn." Seeing that she didn't move for a long time, Hou Tingke, who was already sitting in place, had a trace of contempt in his eyes, and reminded again.

Forget it, Jiang Shu glanced at her, stood up stubbornly, bowed to the Empress Dowager Li and said, "Empress Dowager, the courtiers are only shallow in their studies, and they can't recite poems and words." ”