Mo Xianyun seemed not to have heard Cen Xihan's words. He still sat there quietly, drinking tea slowly. He didn't even look at this inexplicable woman!

Cen Xihan never expected that in front of so many people, Mo Xianyun would not give her any face! She stood in front of the table and waited for a long time, but she never got a response from Mo Xianyun.

Her pretty face turned pale and red, and her expression kept changing. She was so embarrassed that she just wanted to find a hole in the ground and crawl into it!

Others had their eyes widened, waiting for Mo Xianyun's response. Seeing the cold atmosphere now, not to mention Cen Xihan, the person involved, even they who were watching the excitement felt embarrassed for her.

"Cough!" At this time, Mo Junhan coughed and interjected as if he wanted to ease the atmosphere: "Brother Xianyun, Miss Cen Si's suggestion is good. Don't offend Miss Cen Si's face.

Let’s compose one.”

This time, Mo Xianyun finally reacted. He turned his head slightly and looked at Mo Junhan who was sitting at the table next to him. His eyes were cold, and his tone was even more indifferent and without any fluctuation, and he said: "Since you want to give me something so much,

For her sake, why not just let you compose this poem."

As soon as Mo Xianyun said these words, the already quiet hall became even more silent!

No one expected that Prince Rui would be so direct and even refuted Prince Kun's face!

But thinking about Mo Xianyun's mysterious whereabouts, cold and solitary temperament, solitary behavior, and never dealing with members of the royal family and civil and military ministers over the years, his behavior today seems to be just...

In line with the impression he always gives people...

This time it was Mo Junxuan's turn to gloat. Mo Xianyun was so difficult to deal with, and Mo Junhan still hit him. How about he got choked! He completely lost his face! He deserved it!

Mo Junxuan was fine. No matter how much he gloated in his heart, he didn't show any obvious expression on his face. Mo Junxuan couldn't help but bend his eyes. Seeing that his second emperor brother was so embarrassed, he felt very happy in his heart!

Mo Junhan's face turned dark, and he almost couldn't hold it back and burst out at Mo Xianyun on the spot!

But in the end, he still held back his breath and did not really quarrel with Mo Xianyun on such an occasion, because he could see that Mo Xianyun was a fearless person who always spoke and acted without fear.

Depending on your own preferences and mood, you don't care about the face of the royal family at all.

And he couldn't imitate Mo Xianyun. He had too many things to worry about, especially in front of so many people. Losing the face of the royal family was something he absolutely couldn't do.

Mo Junhan took a deep breath, tried to calm down his mood, and said, "Okay then! I'll just throw some ideas and write two short poems for everyone to comment on." After a pause, he continued:

"Wait a while, everyone, please stop hiding it. If you have any good poems, just take them out!"

This last sentence sounds like it was said by those noble gentlemen, because most of the poems by noble ladies have been read.

The princes, young masters of aristocratic families, etc. all nodded their heads after hearing this, indicating that they had no objections.

Mo Junhan was very satisfied with everyone's reaction. After that, he glanced at Mo Xianyun. The meaning was self-evident. After a while, everyone would have poems and poems. Mo Xianyun would just sit there and refuse to write!

But at this moment, Mo Xianyun still looked as stable as Mount Tai, sitting there and drinking tea calmly.

Mo Junhan hated Mo Xianyun so much that his teeth itched with hatred, but he had no choice but to pick up the brush, hold it hard, and then started writing with flying speed, "swish, swish, swish"!

Cen Xihan couldn't stand anymore. Seeing everyone's attention diverted, he glanced at Mo Junhan gratefully and then quietly sat down.

On the surface, she was still trying to remain dignified, noble and calm, but under the table where no one could see her, her hands had been clenched into fists, and her knuckles were turning white!

She was so embarrassed today! While she was unwilling and aggrieved, she also felt a little bit of resentment towards Mo Xianyun. She felt that he was too merciless to let herself, a woman, a beauty and a talented woman, be embarrassed in public.

Got it!

Soon, Mo Junhan wrote two poems about snow and plum blossoms.

Naturally, everyone was full of praise when they reviewed and read it.

Next, the princes, princes, and young masters of the aristocratic families all came up with one or two poems of their own. On this occasion, no matter how talented they are, it is necessary to just have fun.

In the end, among the men, only Mo Xianyun was the only one who had not written a single poem, and among the noble ladies, only Cen Xiyan was left!

Everyone's eyes first fell on Mo Xianyun, and saw that Mo Xianyun was still sitting there steadily drinking tea, as if he was a person who stayed out of the matter, as if the poetry meeting and the like had nothing to do with him.

In fact, he didn't come here for this boring poetry meeting, he just came because he knew Cen Xiyan was coming.

Everyone was speechless and helpless when they saw Mo Xianyun being so unsociable and uncooperative, but no one dared to ask for anything from Mo Xianyun at this time. There were Cen Xihan and Mo Junhan as examples.

, they were crazy to try to mess with Mo Xianyun!

Mo Junhan endured it again and again, and finally forced himself to endure the bad anger in his heart, and did not attack Mo Xianyun again.

At this moment, Mo Xianyun has become an absolutely special existence in the poetry meeting! He is incompatible with the poetry meeting, but he naturally watches the whole process. Sitting there, he has his own aura, but it does not appear weak, but more powerful and dazzling!

The Poetry Club was an event to showcase literary talent, but even though Mo Xianyun didn't comment on anyone's poems, and he didn't even compose a poem himself, and he didn't show any outstanding performance on such an occasion, there were still many noble ladies who frequently

I peeked at him, blushed and my heart beat for him, my heart was in a state of excitement.

This is not only because his appearance is so outstanding, but also because his aura is so strong and special! Just sitting there quietly, he naturally becomes the focus of the audience!

Mo Xianyun refused to write poems, so only Cen Xiyan was left. Mo Xianyun was the emperor's favorite prince, and everyone was afraid of attacking him because of his identity. However, Cen Xiyan was different. She was just a member of the Zhongyong Hou Mansion.

She is just a concubine. In terms of status, there are many people present who are more noble than others.

At this time, Cen Xiyan winked at Lin Xiaoyu and glanced at Cen Xiyan from the corner of his eye.

As Cen Xiyan's sister, Cen Xihan couldn't bear to embarrass Cen Xiyan directly, fearing that rumors of discord between the sisters would spread, which would damage her reputation. Moreover, she had just suffered a humiliation from Mo Xianyun, and now she didn't want to be the one again.
Chapter completed!