"You still don't want to be humble anymore, in the entire capital, who doesn't know that you Ye Jiangshu is courageous, knowledgeable, talented, and good-looking, how can you not even think of a poem for so long!" When the crown princess Guo Yingyu on the opposite side heard this, she immediately said unceremoniously.

Jiang Shu turned his head to meet her sharp gaze, and his heart instantly became clear, it turned out that she was also the helper Su Yuan had found.

Thinking about it, she is the concubine of the crown prince Zhu Changluo, and now Zhu Changluo is about to succeed to the name of Queen Wang, and this Su Yuan is Queen Wang's niece, so she naturally has a reason to help her deal with herself.

What's more, she has always considered herself the biggest threat to her future path to the queen's throne.

However, it is really impossible to make poems by yourself, and the familiar plum poems in your mind are like what "sparse shadows and horizontal slopes and shallow water, dark fragrance floating moon dusk", what "a tree of cold plum and white jade, near the village road and river bridge", what "don't let people praise the color, only leave a clear air full of goodness", what "remote knowledge is not snow, for there is a dark fragrance", not the Tang people, or the Song people, at the latest is also the Yuan people, if you borrow it, it will be recognized as soon as you exit it.

And in the poems that wrote Mei after the Ming Dynasty, all she knew was ......

Jiang Shu just thought about it, but he heard a woman in a lake blue cloak in the opposite seat speak: "The poem "Fortune Operator Yongmei" that the princess made at the lotus banquet in the mansion of the eldest princess of Shouyang is really amazing, I believe that the princess can make a poem of the same level as that one." ”

Jiang Shuwen's face changed instantly, and these words are here, that is, the song "Fortune Operator Yongmei" can not be used again, and the new work cannot be worse than that level......

In this case, even if she can utter a few nonsense words, she can't do it, what should she do?

"Why hasn't the princess done it yet?" Seeing that she looked down at the rice paper on the table in front of her, she didn't pick up the pen for a long time, and the woman in the purple cloak sitting next to the woman in the blue cloak guessed that she couldn't do it, and said in a mean tone, "It's been two hours since Miss Su came up with the question, it's not that I haven't thought about it for the time being, isn't the princess...... Jiang Lang is finished? ”

"Miss Zheng's words are wrong," someone immediately said, "When Jiang Lang was at the end of his talent, he only made poems that were slightly inferior to the past, but it was not that he couldn't do it at all." ”

"Miss Cheng is right," the woman in the begonia red cloak sitting opposite her glanced at Jiang Shu provocatively, "This one was amazing at first, but then she couldn't do anything, there is only one possibility, that is, the amazing lyrics are not from her hand at all, maybe from where it came from, but we don't know." ”

"I said, how can a waste that was useless at the beginning suddenly become amazing, it turns out that this is the reason." The woman beside her, dressed in an autumn-colored cloak, immediately nodded in her realization.

"Ye Jiangshu, do you think that it is great to sit in the position of Princess Fu by means of deception!" When a girl in a goose yellow cloak next to her heard this, she immediately asked Jiang Shu, "How can a person like you be worthy of him?!" ”

After a pause, seeing that she didn't speak, he continued: "Do you think you can sit back and relax in this way?" We have discovered your true colors, and His Royal Highness King Fu will soon find out, so you are waiting to be sent to the cold courtyard to fend for yourself! ”

"It's ——!"

"It's ——!!"

"It's ——!!!"

……

The women who spoke before echoed their words.

Jiang Shu listened to their gossip and instantly understood why they would cooperate with Su Yuan to embarrass themselves - it turned out to be a group of admirers of Zhu Changxun.