"So, what do you mean—" Jiang Shu's eyes narrowed and he spoke tentatively.

Hou Tingke laughed, and deliberately said in a tone: "What we mean is that this woman's poetry contest might as well start with Miss Ye." ”

"Miss Hou, aren't you a strong man!" Ye Chiwan, who was sitting next to Jiang Shu, frowned when he heard this.

Since she stole the key and secretly took Jiang Shu to Wantian Hall, her fourth sister mistook the inscription on the beautiful spring picture in the study for their father, and claimed at the queen mother's flower banquet that she was "only sparse and shallow, and can't chant poems and words", she firmly believes that she is uneducated, and at this moment, how can she make poems.

"How can this be difficult for a strong man," Hou Tingke retorted coldly, "We just think that Miss Ye has not participated in the music, calligraphy and painting, and if this poem is given up again, it will be extremely inappropriate." ”

"Then when the calligraphy and painting competition was just now, why didn't Cousin Tingke bring it up?" Zhu Xuanrao, who was on the other side of Jiang Shu, asked, "Cousin Tingke also knows that the third sister-in-law's painting skills are very outstanding, and compared with Cousin Tingke, they are all surpassed. ”

"This ...... I ......" Hou Tingke's face couldn't help but change when he heard this.

Although she wanted Jiang Shu to be ugly, she didn't want people to know that she had such sinister intentions, so she paused and said, "Miss Ye didn't take the initiative to participate, and Ting Ke thought her poetry was better." ”

"Really?" Zhu Xuanrao sneered and looked at her fixedly, a pair of clear eyes seemed to be able to see the depths of a person's heart.

"When...... Of course. Hou Tingke replied indiscriminately, and lowered his head a little weakly.

At the same time, the lowered hands are secretly clenched into fists: let you be arrogant for a few hours, and when the time comes, your innocence will not be guaranteed, ** the person you hate the most, become the laughing stock of the whole capital, and there will be times when you cry!

"In that case, Miss Ye, then you can start this." In order to prevent Zhu Xuanrao from attacking Hou Tingke again, the eldest princess of Shouyang turned her head sideways and said to Jiang Shu a few feet away.

After some observation, she had seen her daughter's thoughts, and knew that she was deliberately embarrassing Jiang Shu, although she did not approve of what she was doing, but at this moment, she still had to protect her face in full view.

"I ......" Jiang Shu knew that the few people next to him couldn't help him, so he hesitated for a moment, and turned his head to look at Zhu Changxun on the seat diagonally opposite, hoping that he could see that he had just given him a big gift yesterday and relieve himself.

However, the person just smiled and picked up the wine glass in front of him and raised it to her from afar, not intending to care about it.

Jiang Shu's face couldn't help but change, seeing that it was no longer possible to refuse to participate at this time, his heart was crossed, he stood up, raised his hand to the eldest princess of Shouyang and said: "This is about flowers, I don't know if Jiang Shu can write about Mei?" ”

As soon as she said this, everyone looked at her curiously.

Although a few days ago, Ye Jiangshu chanted a "Half-Character Song" on the painting boat of Shichahai Houhai, which was a sensation, but it was not written by herself after all.

As for herself, at the Queen Mother's flower-viewing banquet, she was said by the Queen Mother that "a woman is virtuous if she is not talented".

Could it be that Ye Jiangshu, who is "talentless is virtuous", can really make poems at this moment?

"Naturally." The eldest princess of Shouyang said that Jiang Shu would open her head, just to give her daughter a step down, and she had no intention of embarrassing Jiang Shu.

"Then Jiang Shu will be ugly," Jiang Shu smiled faintly, groaned slightly, and said loudly, "Outside the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless." It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy. has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before. ”

Before she finished speaking, there was an uproar in the seat, and everyone began to talk about it.

Hou Tingke looked at her with a mocking expression: "Miss Ye, did you do this?" This is Lu You, a great poet of the Song Dynasty, "Fortune Operator: Yongmei"! ”