"How do the Seventh Princess know that I don't know how to do it? Then listen carefully. The grass grows long and the orioles fly in the February sky, and the willows on the embankment are drunk by the spring smoke. The children come back early from school and are busy flying kites in the east wind." Yunting said happily.

Mo Qiuyi was completely stunned: "Impossible, how can you compose poetry? You must have stolen it from others?"

"Since the Seventh Princess doesn't believe it, I'll make a few songs for you. There are two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and ducks are prophets of the warm water in the spring river. The ground is covered with wormwood and short reed buds, which is when the puffer fish is about to come."

"It's wonderful. The artistic conception of Miss Yun's poem is really wonderful. In spring, peach blossoms bloom, everything revives, ducks swim in the water, there are also wormwood, reed buds, and puffer fish. It is really a spring scenery." A literary official praised it.

Other ministers also praised her, but none of them expected that Yunting was so good at writing poems.

Mo Qiuyi's face was extremely ugly, and she said angrily: "You must have cheated. Just now you couldn't even recite a poem, how could you write a poem?"

"What the Seventh Princess said is wrong. Who said I can't recite poems? I just don't care. It's not interesting to compare with you guys who are so fancy." Yunting replied lightly.

In one word, it offended a lot of people.

"You, who do you think is a trickster?" Mo Qiuyi said angrily.kΑ

"Why is the Seventh Princess so angry? You can also join me in the competition with Prince Fu." Yunting suggested. Read a book

"Okay, I, the princess, must teach you a lesson today." Mo Qiuyi gritted his teeth and said a spring poem.

Fu Yichen narrowed his black pupils slightly and looked at Yunting. This ugly woman must have encountered a dead mouse. He recited another poem.

Yunting casually said that there were 300 Tang poems and Song lyrics, and she could steal them even if she didn't know how to compose them. What was she afraid of? At this moment, she really marveled at the wisdom of the ancients.

Then Mo Qiuyi came again, and so on and so forth, until Mo Qiuyi couldn't speak after reciting the fourth song, and Fu Yichen also got stuck after reciting the tenth song.

Yunting, on the other hand, had a relaxed look on her face. She started to write a poem when she opened her mouth, and her poem was so incisive and original that all the ministers were full of praise.

"You should take pity on the moss on the teeth of clogs, and the small door of firewood cannot be opened for a long time. The garden is full of spring scenery and cannot be closed, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall." Yunting recited another poem.

"Hongxing is cheating, haha, Yunting, do you really dare to say that?" Fu Yichen said with disdain.

"I'm right. Although Hongxing describes a woman, it's because her man is not good enough. If her man is powerful and domineering, how can a woman cheat on her?" Yunting didn't care at all.

"You, you ugly woman are really shameless." Fu Yichen's face turned black with anger.

The others blushed even more with embarrassment, and all looked at her with disdain. This Yunting is really unabashed, dare she say it. ia

"The solemn tidbits are late, and the feathers are red and light. The sun is long and the male birds are alone. The spring is far away and there are only firewood and thorns." Yunting continued to recite.

Fu Yichen's face turned dark and he almost fainted.

"Okay, if you lose, you lose. As a man, if you can afford to lose, you can let it go." The emperor couldn't stand it anymore.

He didn't expect that Yunting was so good at writing poems. She was just beating Fu Yichen, and Qiu Yi couldn't even compare to her. This girl was definitely not an ordinary person.

Su Qingyou was extremely pleased and excited when she saw this. She didn't expect that Yunting was so talented and could write poems so well, but even she was not as good as her. She immediately stopped worrying about her. She was definitely a master among masters.

Fu Yichen was naturally unconvinced: "I have lost, but I still want to compete with you on something else. I will choose this time."

"Okay, I'll stay with you until the end." Yunting hummed lightly.

"Then compare it to painting."

"good."

Mrs. Fu also wanted to know whether Yunting's ability was really as amazing as her mother's, so she immediately asked someone to bring her pen and ink.

"Do you want the Seventh Princess to join this time?" Yunting looked over with raised eyebrows.

Mo Qiuyi glared at her angrily: "You are not worthy of competing with me in painting. My hands hurt and I can't paint."

In fact, Mo Qiuyi is not good at it. She has already lost face twice in a row. She doesn't want to lose face while painting, otherwise her reputation will be even worse than Yunting's.

"That's such a pity. I thought I would have a chance to lose to the Seventh Princess."

"Hmph, don't think about pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. I won't believe you," Mo Qiuyi said angrily.

The servants brought pens and ink, but whether intentionally or not, a drop of black ink was accidentally stained on the drawing papers of Yunting and Fu Yichen.

"Why are you so careless? How can I draw this, please change it quickly?" Fu Yichen said with an unhappy expression.

"Why don't we just treat this as a test question for the two of us? It would be boring to just draw it casually." Yunting suggested.

The emperor became interested: "Yunting's suggestion is good. You two can use this piece of paper to do whatever you want."

"Yes." Fu Yichen could only pick up the pen and draw.

Yunting was not in a hurry to start writing. She stared at the black spot and thought about what to draw.

A group of servants brought wine and food to the table. Now that the birthday banquet was over, it was natural that hard food would be served.

Looking at those sumptuous meals, Yunting's mouth was watering. Taking a glance at Jun Yuanyou's handsome face, Yunting suddenly had an idea. She picked up the pen and paper and drew quickly and skillfully.

Everyone looked over in surprise, wondering what Yunting could draw.

Mo Chihan's black pupils narrowed slightly, and he glanced here subconsciously.

At this moment, Yunting was standing in front of the table, her face as black as coal, extremely serious, and she was holding the brush skillfully and smoothly, without thinking, and looking at her serious painting style, which made Mo Chi cold.

He never knew that Yunting was like this when she was serious. She was obviously useless and ignorant, but suddenly she was so good at writing poems and could paint------

In addition to being amazed, Mo Chihan was even more annoyed. He hated Yunting for pretending to be stupid before. If he had known that she would be like this, he probably wouldn't have changed his mind about the divorce. He didn't want to face that coal face all day long.

The afterglow in the corner of Yunting's eyes saw the servant who served the food retreating, and she immediately stopped writing: "Your Majesty, I have finished the painting."

Fu Yichen froze: "Yunting, are you insulting me? It only took a blink of an eye. How could you finish the painting?"

"Prince Fu himself paints slowly. Don't expect others to be as slow as you. I'm in a hurry to eat. I heard that Fu's food is comparable to that of a palace chef. Of course I can't treat myself badly." Yunting walked straight towards Jun Yuanyou.

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"Yunting, are you really not painting anymore?" the emperor asked.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Okay, then I will give Yichen one stick of incense to judge the winner or loser of the painting." The emperor said.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Yunting sat next to Jun Yuanyou.

Jun Yuanyou handed over the chopsticks: "Eat slowly, don't be in a hurry."

"good."

Jun Yuanyou was helping her pick up the food. She was so considerate that Fu Yichen couldn't continue to draw.

"Jun Yuanyou, are you still a man? You're serving food to a woman and you're so ugly. Where's your dignity?" Fu Yichen said with disdain.

"Women are meant to be pampered. It is natural for me to pamper my wife. What does it have to do with you." Jun Yuanyou replied domineeringly.

March, early spring.

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The hazy sky was gray and black, showing a heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds.

The clouds overlap and blend with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world.

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The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood.

The walls in the city are in ruins, and everything is in decay. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and broken flesh, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering.

The streets that used to be bustling with people are now deserted.

The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now.

Only the blood and mud mixed with the minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck deep in the mud and was full of sadness. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft of the carriage, swaying in the wind.

The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness.

There seemed to be some resentment left in his turbid eyes, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of him.

There, a figure was lying down.

This is a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes are in tatters and covered with dirt, and he has a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature.

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Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, occasionally observing its surroundings vigilantly.

It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the sky.

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After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally buried its head completely into the belly of the wild dog.

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