Taifu, Taibao, and Jidong Wangye are either high-ranking or highly respected, and they are all well-known figures in both the court and the opposition. It can almost be said that everyone respects it, and it seems to be ordinary in your Tao Zijian's mouth. Although your Tao Zijian's talent is good, although he is famous. But the tone of this statement is inevitably a little too big.

Besides, these three are what you can evaluate lightly?

Everyone has an accurate understanding of Tao Zijian's rumored arrogance and above-the-top thinking. After making up your mind, you must stay away from this guy who can't get two anymore, so as not to get into trouble.

Lu Haoqing was also extremely surprised by Tao Zijian's words, but more of them were secretly happy, pretending to be helpless, turning his head to look at Ji Junyan and smiling, saying that he was helpless. It's not that he doesn't help Feng Qingyao speak, it's really that Tao Zijian is a little too unkind.

Wang Luodan and the group of women behind her were angry, although they were surprised that Tao Zijian commented so much on Taifu, Taibao, and King Jidong, but they were more angry. Angry Tao Zijian's evaluation of himself and others.

Although he and the others are indeed much worse than Tao Zijian, and their talents cannot be compared with Tao Zijian, such a clear look down still makes Wang Luodan and them feel unacceptable.

Wang Luodan sneered, directly took out the circle words he treasured, and still stared at Tao Zijian on the stone table, and asked, "Little Shisheng, can you make such words?"

If you can make it, then even if we don't know poetry, if you can't do it, then don't swagger around in the name of the little poet saint in the future, and give the name of the little poet saint to the wind and the wind are talented. so as not to insult the name of the poet Li Fuguo. 」

Although Tao Zijian is conceited and talented, he is ashamed to see that Wang Luodan is still on the table, and he can't do such clever words at all. The circle words had exceeded the limit of what his talent could express, and his face became extremely ugly.

The little chess saint also looked at the circle words on the table with a surprised expression, unable to believe that the circle words in front of him were made by Feng Qingyao. To be able to make such ingenious words and sentences, Feng Qingyao can learn what kind of dù can he achieve.

"How is it possible? How can this poem be made by Feng Qingyao! How can a person who can make such a subtle poem barely pass the examination and not even be able to pass the exam? How can a person with such talent become a son-in-law?"

Lu Haoqing originally looked down on Feng Qingyao from the bottom of his heart, but suddenly seeing such a subtle circle word made him a little unacceptable. The face was gloomy and terrible.

"Are you sure this song was made by Feng Qingyao?" Tao Zijian asked with a gloomy face. He had never heard of this poem, and it was certain that it was not made by the ancients. can make him admit that this poem was made by Feng Qingyao, and he is very unwilling in his heart.

"Of course, it was done by a talented man who was clear and far away, and since the publication of this song, it has been widely circulated among women in the capital. Almost all the women know this song. can make such delicate and clever words. It shows that Feng Qingyao is a talented person who understands his daughter's heart very well. All those who know the words of the circle are envious of Miss Yanran for having such a husband. Wang Luodan said with admiration.

The talented people around the little chess saint Lu Haoqing stared at the circle words on the table for a long time and couldn't come back to their senses, this word is indeed very subtle, they all secretly praised it in their hearts, but they were unwilling to let them say the words of praise from their mouths. I could only look at the circle words in front of me with a complicated face and didn't speak.

The group of people around Tao Zijian are not straw bales. You can still tell whether this song is good or bad. They didn't know what to say in the face of the facts.

"Impossible! Feng Qingyao is just a son-in-law. How could he have made such a brilliant poem? If he had such a talent, he would have been famous all over the world long ago, and he would not have been unknown until now. He must have copied it, yes! Yes, he must have copied other people's poems as his own. 」

The little poem Saint Tao Zijian didn't believe that this poem could be made by a son-in-law, and there was only one possibility after thinking about it. That's the poem that Feng Qingyao copied.

"Copy?!"

"Hahahahaha....... 」

All the girls around Wang Luodan giggled, originally they still admired Tao Zijian's talent. But hearing Tao Zijian's words, Tao Zijian's originally quite tall image suddenly collapsed.

Even the women around Lu Haoqing and Tao Zijian had slightly red faces, they all knew the origin of this circle word, but they didn't know that the circle word was made by Feng Qingyao. Tao Zijian said this, giving people a feeling that they couldn't afford to lose, and he was very ungraceful.

"This poem was made by a talented man for an illiterate woman in a green house, and it was precisely because the woman in the green house was illiterate that the talented man made this wordless circle word. You actually said that this poem was copied by the talented man of the wind, could the talented man of the wind be unpredictable and know that the woman of the Qinglou was going to write a letter to her lover, and the girl happened to be illiterate, so she found someone to make this circle of words on her behalf in advance?"

Wang Luodan looked at Tao Zijian with disdain and said.

Such a coincidence is naturally impossible to happen, and the expression on Tao Zijian's face suddenly became a little ugly. I don't know what to say.

"Little Poetry Saint?!, don't you say that you are only eight years old, rich and five cars? You just make a poem to compare, and we don't say that you should make a poem that exceeds the circle words, as long as you can make a poem that is equivalent to the circle words, we will admit defeat. 」

"Yes, yes, as long as you can make a poem that is not worse than the circle words, we will admit defeat, we will admit that the wind is not as good as you, the little poet saint, or you should give up the name of the little poet saint to the wind big talent." 」

"Hurry up!

A group of women behind Wang Luodan were afraid that the world would not be chaotic and loudly persecuted Tao Zijian.

Tao Zijian blushed and couldn't speak. The artistic conception of this circle of words is actually just average, but it just expresses a woman's thoughts about her lover. It is impossible to get Tao Zijian to compose a poem that suits the situation now, but let him admit that he is not as good as Feng Qingyao and Tao Zijian is unwilling.

"Princess, what are you thinking?"

Ji Yanran came all the way to the Wanyuan Garden where Princess Qingning lived, and the palace maid serving downstairs did not stop Ji Yanran with a slight salute, and let Ji Yanran go upstairs to Princess Qingning's boudoir.

As soon as she went upstairs, Ji Yanran saw Princess Qingning lying on the table with her hands on her cheeks, not knowing what she was thinking, her eyebrows were slightly frowning, her red lips were slightly pouting, and she looked delicate, even if it was a woman like Ji Yanran, she was slightly distracted.

"Ah!" (To be continued......)