"I invite you to answer, and of course, if you are interested, you can also answer. After reading a song, Zhao Feixue looked around the audience and said, her tone was gentle and soft, there was still a trace of a smile on her face, and she couldn't see the slightest fluctuation, but Bi Rong, who was standing next to Zhao Feixue, couldn't help but glance at Zhao Feixue with some worry, and shouted: "Princess!"

When Zhao Feixue opened her mouth before, she clearly saw the sadness that flashed in Zhao Feixue's eyes and a kind of loneliness and sadness at that time.

As the person closest to Zhao Feixue, and the person who has followed Zhao Feixue for the longest time, she is naturally the person who knows Zhao Feixue the most and the person who can understand Zhao Feixue the most.

Especially for Zhao Feixue, when she married the king of Zhennan, from the perspective of the imperial court, she was just an abandoned son, and the imperial court had already planned to exterminate the king of Zhennan on the night she joined the Zhennan Palace, and he was just a bait used by the court to make the Zhennan Wangfu relax its vigilance.

From a woman's point of view, although the Zhennan Wangfu was destroyed that year, but nominally, Zhao Feixue has married the king of Zhennan and is the wife of the king of Zhennan, and Yang Quan, the king of Zhennan, is already Zhao Feixue's husband, but his husband was exterminated by his own family before he even drank a glass of wine.

Although Zhao Feixue is still the Chaoyang princess of the Wu Dynasty after the fall of the Zhennan Palace, in fact, from the moment she joined the Zhennan Palace, she has been branded with the Zhennan Palace.

What's more, the reason for the collapse of the Zhennan Mansion was directly attributed to Zhao Feixue, and he was determined to be a bad star, a fate, and a disaster star, although this kind of thinking will naturally not be believed by some reasonable people, but the three of them become tigers, and it will inevitably make people have opinions about Zhao Feixue.

Coupled with her dual identity as the princess of the Wu Dynasty and the widow of the Zhennan Palace, it has caused her own sensitivity, and invisibly, there are a lot of shackles on her body, so although she is the princess of the Wu Dynasty, it is a misfortune for Zhao Feixue's personal fate.

On the night of the wedding, his husband was killed by his own family, and he was just a chess piece, even if he had known it for a long time and had some psychological preparations, but for a woman, it was not a cruel thing.

As Zhao Feixue's personal maid, she has also followed Zhao Feixue since she was a child, and she is naturally the person who knows and understands Zhao Feixue best, so when Zhao Feixue read this article, she already felt it in her heart, Zhao Feixue's helplessness, sadness, sadness, and pain can be clearly felt, and this article is Zhao Feixue's personal voice.

Some wounds, from the inside out, some pain, only I can feel.

Zhao Feixue ignored Bi Rong's worries next to her, after a short period of mood swings, she had already recovered her emotions and cleaned up her mood, so many years of life had already taught her to be strong, and she knew not to expose her weakness in front of others.

Except for Birou on the field, no one noticed Zhao Feixue's mood swings at that moment, maybe a few people noticed it from the words of Zhao Feixue's article, but at this time, they definitely didn't think much about it, because everyone was thinking about how to find an article that could match it at the moment.

Zhao Feixue's article doesn't seem to be long, only nine sentences, but it's not easy to match, each line starts with a number, from one to nine, and each sentence also describes a kind of mood of the daughter's family, it is not difficult to deal with the numbers in the front, but it is not easy to match the thoughts and emotions of the daughter's family written in the back of the children's lines.

And most of the literati are machismo, and a few people really understand the psychology of their daughter's family, but if they don't even understand the mood of their daughter's family, how should Zhao Feixue answer this question, for a while, all the literati present were in difficulty.

In particular, several people in charge of the Hangzhou Academy who were in charge of the poetry meeting on the judging platform were so anxious that their faces changed, they were worried about Zhao Feixue's tricky question, in case no one present could answer it, it would be a lot of fun, the loss of face was small, and the reputation was big!

A group of conceited and talented literati can't even answer a woman's question, and they don't laugh off their big teeth when they pass it on, where to put their face.

Several people in charge of Hangzhou Academy on the stage were so anxious that their faces changed, not only because they were anxious that Wu Kongming, Meng Changsheng and others below could not answer, but even more anxious was that they found that they couldn't think of how to answer Zhao Feixue's article for a while.

The difficulty of Zhao Feixue's question is not only a test of talent, but also a grasp of the affairs of her daughter's family, and it is precisely this that almost 99% of the people present are stumped.

However, when most people were embarrassed by Zhao Feixue's topic, Meng Changsheng looked at Zhao Feixue deeply for a long time before retracting his gaze, and then picked up the pen.

Meng Changsheng lowered his head and moved his pen, the tip of the pen slid lightly on the paper, rustling, at this moment when everyone was entangled and silent about Zhao Feixue's topic, it was particularly eye-catching, even if there were many people present, but his movements were also extremely prominent, and the first thing he noticed was Wu Kongming beside him.

At first, he watched quietly, but slowly, Wu Kongming unconsciously looked at the article written by Meng Changsheng and read it softly.

"A machine, Cai Sangmo tried on spring clothes. The wind is sunny and warm and weak, and on the peach blossom branches, the warbler is crying, refusing to let people return. ”

"Two machines, pedestrians immediately hesitated. I couldn't bear to pay lightly, looked back and smiled, and returned between the flowers, only afraid of being known by the flowers. ”

"Three machines, Wu silkworms are already old and flying. The east wind banquet is called Changzhou Garden, and the light silk urges to take advantage of it, and the palace maid of the pavilion baby wants to change her dance clothes. ”

Four machines, babbling in a hoarse voice, dark frowns. Back to weaving weeping lotus seeds, the flowers are easy to curle, the heart is difficult to straighten, and the veins are chaotic like silk. ”

"Five machines, horizontal weaving Shen Lang poems. No one will say a sentence in the center, no one will say hate, no haggard, only lovesickness. ”

"Six machines, all of them are playing flowers. There are more double butterflies among the flowers, stop for a while, and watch alone for a long time in the shadow of the idle window. ”

"Seven machines, mandarin duck weaving hesitated. I'm just afraid that I will be lightly cut and fly in two places, and I will leave my hatred, so why do I want to follow each other again?"

"Eight machines, who is the poem of the back line? Weaving into a piece of desolation, reading it all over the line, speechless, can't bear to think more. ”

"Nine machines, double flowers, double leaves and double branches. Since ancient times, there have been many partings, from beginning to end, the heart is lingering, through a thread. ”

After a song, the scene is quiet!

Zhao Feixue on the VIP stage was also obviously stunned for a moment, and it took a long time to come back to her senses, her eyes looked at Meng Changsheng, a little more different, and said with a smile: "Meng Gongzi really understands his daughter's thoughts." ”

Meng Changsheng also looked at Zhao Feixue, but at this time, Zhao Feixue was not looking at Zhao Feixue's beauty, but observing Zhao Feixue's mood swings.

However, from Zhao Feixue's eyes, he didn't see the emotional reaction that he had originally guessed.