Back then, An Xiaoqing was also a top student in the Chinese Department of University A. What was the point of memorizing some ancient poems?

I just remembered the past, everything in college, and the beautiful time of being in love with Chen Zihan. Now that we are separated, he has betrayed himself and the vows he once made to love each other...

He is obviously the traitor, so why does he have a warm and happy home now, while he is living in another world, like a rootless tree, letting the rain and wind blow him, struggling to survive?

God, do you have eyes? God, you are so unfair!

The more she recited, the more heartache she felt. The wounds that had been covered up with all her strength were ruthlessly opened, tearing her heart and lungs. For a moment, An Xiaoqing was so sad that she forgot where she was.

Later, she burst into tears.

The eunuch Bingbi wrote quickly, but it was still difficult for one person to remember such a quick recitation. Prince Ning was overjoyed and wrote the pen himself to help record it.

In one breath, An Xiaoqing actually memorized eighteen famous works from her past life. At the end of the reading, she covered her face and ran out crying.

The whole hall suddenly became quiet, and even the sound of breathing seemed to have stopped. Prince Ning stood there blankly holding a brush in his hand, unable to get out of his thoughts for a long time.

It’s so wonderful. Almost all of them are masterpieces handed down from generation to generation. The first one is heroic, majestic and powerful. Without a broad mind, rich knowledge, and profound literary skills, it is impossible to write so many masterpieces in one go.

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Who said that the girl from the Pei family couldn't compose poetry? Who said that she was born and raised by a slave? Who is this slave? Being able to raise such an outstanding talented girl should be reported to the emperor and build an archway for her for the world to admire.

Prince Ning and Princess Ning were shocked and could not help but say that the girls who had just sarcastically questioned An Xiaoqing were even more expressionless. No wonder Princess Funing praised the Pei family girl to the sky. Who dares to do such a literary talent?

Compare with her?

Even if the number one scholar in the world comes, he may not be able to compare with her.

"My dear concubine, do you have any dissatisfaction?" Prince Ning held Princess Ning's hand and asked excitedly.

"My lord, hurry up and go and betrothal me. I'm afraid I'll be a step too late. As soon as these poems get out, there will be people who want to propose marriage to the Pei family." The princess was happy and anxious, and she pulled the prince to leave.

"Don't worry, my dear concubine, let me sort out all the poems and bind them into a book. This will be recorded in the annals of literature and history. Think about it, our daughter-in-law will be a female talent that even men will not be able to match in the future.

Woolen cloth."

The prince couldn't put it down with the poems in his hand, and was anxious to sort them out with the eunuch Bingbi.

An Xiaoqing, on the other hand, rushed out of the Changchun Palace aimlessly and ran all the way. In front of her was a large, clear lake. She stopped at the edge of the lake and stared blankly at the gentle ripples of the lake. Her mood was hard to calm down for a long time.

There was sand falling from the top of her head, and An Xiaoqing woke up. She raised her head in surprise and gasped. She saw a slender man on the rockery next to her, staring at the lake in front of her just like her.

He was standing on the edge of the rockery, with the unfathomable lake below. As long as he took one step forward...

Seeing that he stood still for a long time, with his feet ready to be lifted but not lifted, as if he was hesitating, was he planning to commit suicide?

"Hey!" An Xiaoqing felt anxious when she saw his shaky look.
Chapter completed!