"Miss Hou doesn't know," Su Yuan turned his head to look at her and said, "Miss Ye's biggest ability is to memorize poems and recite lyrics, no, a few days ago, I didn't know where to hit a song called "Half Character Song" that we all have never seen or heard of, but it is really amazing!" Maybe she thought that none of us had seen this song "Fortune Operator Yongmei". ”

"Miss Su is right," Zhou Zhaoxue, who won the leader of women's calligraphy and painting, said, "This is close to Zhu is red, close to ink is black, maybe Miss Ye has been in contact with some people for a long time, and she has also learned to cheat." ”

"Zhou Zhaoxue, who are you talking about?!" Hearing what she meant, Zhao Manqing, who was sitting two seats away from Jiang Shu, couldn't help but change his complexion.

"Whoever is a deceitful is who speaks!" Zhou Zhaoxue and Zhao Manqing have always been at odds, and their tone is full of provocation.

"You ......" What Zhao Manqing hates the most is that someone talked about her cheating in the grass fighting competition, and she was suddenly very angry and wanted to have a seizure, but was stopped by the eldest princess of Shouyang waving her hand.

She looked at Jiang Shu and said in a flat tone: "Miss Ye, are you going to use this song to participate in the competition?" ”

"Naturally not," Jiang Shu stared at her and said with a light smile, "Jiang Shu recited this poem just to tell everyone that Jiang Shu is going to make a song "Fortune Operator Yongmei" that is completely opposite to this artistic conception. ”

When everyone present heard this, they put away their laughing expressions and raised their heads to look at her.

Some even have a skeptical look on their faces, thinking that this is impossible.

The eldest princess of Shouyang also looked incredulous, and asked softly, "Are you sure?" ”

Jiang Shu nodded with a light smile, inadvertently tilted his head, touched Zhu Changxun's interested gaze, glanced at him coldly, looked at everyone present, and said confidently: "Wind and rain send spring back, and flying snow welcomes spring." It is already a cliff with a hundred feet of ice, and there are still flowers and branches. Pretty doesn't compete for spring, only reports spring. When the mountains were full of flowers, she laughed in the bushes. ”

Since she didn't make poems at the Queen Mother's flower-viewing banquet, she was said in public that "a woman is virtuous if she is not talented", and when she went back, she carefully thought about the poems she had learned before, in case of emergency.

However, because this is the Ming Dynasty, like Tang poetry, Song Ci, Yuan Qu or something, all have to be filtered out, and she is a science student, so she doesn't know much about the poems after the Ming Dynasty.

This song "Fortune Operator Yongmei" was learned in a Chinese textbook in junior high school. In her opinion, this is obviously better than Lu You's song, both in terms of concept and momentum, and it will definitely be a shock at this moment.

Sure enough, her voice fell, and there was silence in the water pavilion.

After a long time, Li Mubai, the son of Li Hualong, the secretary of the military department, who was sitting in the men's seat opposite, stood up and said with an appreciative face: "It's a good sentence 'Pretty doesn't compete for spring, only reports spring', Miss Ye has good feelings!" ”

"Li Gongzi has won the award." Jiang Shu pretended to be modest and raised his hand towards him.

"He hasn't won an award," Zhu Changxun, who had just suffered from her cold eyes, said with a smile on the seat diagonally opposite, "If Lu You's Mei is a high-minded and unworldly beauty, yours is a high-quality and broad-minded husband." ”

"Miss Ye, did you do this?" When Hou Tingke saw that his elder brother Chang Xun had such a high evaluation of this poem, his face suddenly sank, and he immediately expressed his difficulties to Jiang.

"What does Miss Hou think?" Jiang Shu smiled faintly and did not answer the rhetorical question.

"I think it's clearly like the "Half-Word Song" last time, I don't know where it looks!" Hou Tingke said unceremoniously.

"Tingke, don't be rude!" Seeing that her daughter was so rude, the eldest princess of Shouyang hurriedly reprimanded.

"Where am I being rude, I'm telling the truth!" Hou Tingke raised his hand and pointed at Jiang Shu and said, "She clearly doesn't know anything, she couldn't even write a poem at the last time at the emperor's grandmother's flower appreciation banquet, how could she suddenly make such a good word!" ”