Mo Xianyun knows Cenxiyan better than anyone here!

They used to talk late at night, ranging from astronomy to geography, as well as the customs and customs of various countries, their understanding of practical matters, etc. They talked about so much. He was pleasantly surprised by her broad knowledge and lofty vision!

Moreover, Mo Xianyun also believed that what he knew about her was just the tip of the iceberg! In his eyes, she was a huge treasure house, and no matter how hard he dug, he could not reach the end.

There are also two pieces of music that he has heard her sing with strange and wonderful styles and free and easy lyrics. In his opinion, they are her works. How can someone who can sing such music be a person without literary talent!

How could such a wonderful and talented girl be stumped by such a small poetry show!

Therefore, Mo Xianyun is not worried at all that Cen Xiyan will be difficult to deal with, but at the moment he feels a little conflicted. Some are looking forward to Cen Xiyan's performance, but some are unwilling to let others discover her good qualities.

Therefore, Mo Xianyun looked calm on the surface, but felt a little tangled in his heart...

If Cen Xiyan knew that Mo Xianyun had such confidence in her, he must have been very confused about astronomy, geography, customs and culture, and the depth of his view of things. It was all because of her knowledge of past and present lives and the accumulation of life reading.

She is so knowledgeable and knowledgeable.

In fact, if any modern person, even if they only have a middle school diploma, travels to ancient times, in terms of knowledge alone, modern people will definitely be better than most ancient people. This is the advantage of receiving comprehensive education from an early age and being influenced by the information age.

But when compared to writing poetry and lyrics, she, a modern person who has received modern education, is really incomparable to these ancient people who have been involved in poetry since childhood.

Unless...she plagiarized those famous quotes through the ages!

Now, Lin Xiaoyu challenged him, and Cen Xiyan frowned, still hesitating. She really didn't want to steal other people's works and claim them as her own. She was afraid that after her death, those celebrities would come to settle accounts with her!

How about simply saying that she doesn't show off and is just here to make soy sauce?

Although she knew that if she said this, she would definitely receive disdain, contempt, ridicule, look down upon... and other negative looks from everyone.

But she actually didn't care about this. She just couldn't compose poetry, so she didn't feel there was anything to be ashamed of.

These noble ladies and gentlemen have all been immersed in poetry for many years. She is a little concubine who "grew up in the country". She doesn't have this kind of literary talent, so there is nothing worthy of criticism, right?

Even if you despise her and look down on her, so what? You won’t lose a piece of meat!

She will not feel that she is inferior to others because of this. Poems and other things are not meant to be eaten or drank. They are nothing more than cultivating sentiments or capital to show off. Yes, it is the icing on the cake. No, it is not.

No impact.

And what she knows, others don't know. There is no comparison between her and them!

Cen Xiyan was mentally building himself up. Seeing that she was still reluctant to speak, Lin Xiaoyu couldn't help but urge her again, "What? Is Miss Cen Liu still thinking about it? It seems that she really has something amazing to do!"

Don't I want to give you more time? Maybe the longer you think about it, the better it will be..."

These words sounded polite, but everyone could tell that they were slightly sarcastic.

Jin Fang and Cen Xiyan's faces were both ugly, and they couldn't hide their anger when they looked at Lin Xiaoyu.

Cen Xihan slightly raised the corners of his lips, picked up the tea cup, and pretended to drink tea to hide the smile on his lips.

Cen Xifen, however, curled her eyes and looked in a good mood, not hiding her gloating at all.

What Mo Xianyun and Lin Xiaoyu said didn't sound good, so he couldn't help but look at Lin Xiaoyu, his starry eyes flashed with two cold and faint gleams.

Lin Xiaoyu couldn't resist Mo Xianyun's gaze, her heart suddenly tightened, and a layer of sweat broke out in her palms involuntarily!

She secretly regretted it in her heart. She shouldn't have said such obvious taunting words, which seemed a bit sharp. Moreover, Prince Rui's gaze was so cold that it made people's hearts tremble!

But at this time, it was too late to take back her words. She could only look at Cen Xiyan and stare at her, asking her to react as soon as possible.

Cen Xiyan's lips moved slightly and he was about to speak. At this moment, Mo Manlu couldn't help it anymore and interrupted.

Mo Manlu curled up his lips, snorted coldly, and said: "Cen Xiyan, how long do you want everyone to wait? Everyone here has more than two poems. For such a long time, don't you

You haven't even composed a song, right?" The "everyone" she called naturally did not include Mo Xianyun, and she subconsciously excluded Mo Xianyun.

Others had heard Mo Manlu's speech disorder, and of course they wouldn't have discovered it at this time.

Cen Xiyan sighed helplessly in his heart, and had to say: "I'm sorry, everyone's poems are so wonderful. I have been fascinated by them, and I really haven't thought about how to write my own poems."

After hearing Cen Xiyan admit that he had not composed poetry at all, many people present widened their eyes. They were stunned for a moment, and then realized that Miss Cen Liu was really not good at poetry.

Some people couldn't help but show contempt and disdain in their eyes.

Jin Fang and Cen Xiqin both lost their faces, thinking that it was over now. They did not help Cen Xiyan, but they still made her embarrassed in front of everyone...

Cen Hongmian closed his eyes and secretly blamed himself. He had known that several of his sisters were going to participate in the poetry meeting. He would have asked the sixth sister in advance. If he knew that she was really not good at poetry, he could have written two poems in advance for them.

She memorized it, it was an emergency today! But now it is too late to regret...

Mo Junxuan raised his eyebrows, somewhat unconvinced. On the way back to Beijing, was it really not her who recited those wonderful verses about snow that Cen Xiyan raised by the parrot?

Did she really listen to someone else read it and give it to the parrot??

Mo Xianyun also glanced at Cen Xiyan in surprise, not quite understanding what she had planned, but there was still not much worry in his eyes.

Cen Xihan secretly glanced at Mo Xianyun, and saw that his expression didn't change much. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, and he also hoped that Cen Xiyan's ugliness would be even more embarrassing!

After hearing Cen Xiyan's words, Mo Manlu sneered again, and said in a sharp and harsh voice: "Are you really fascinated by everyone's poems and forgot that you want to compose poems, or do you not know how to compose poems at all?"

These words did not save any face for Cen Xiyan, it was really too much! Cen Hongmian, Jin Muchen and others could not help but frown.

At this time, Lin Xiaoyu smiled again and said, "It doesn't matter, Miss Cen Liu didn't bother to write poems before, and now she is in a hurry." After a pause, she said as if she was thinking about Cen Xiyan: "If Cen Liu
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