Emperor Zhaojing raised his eyebrows and suddenly asked with a smile, "Then what talent are you going to perform?"

This topic changes...

Rong Qingqing thought for a while and said, "My daughter doesn't have any talent, but since we have come to this plum blossom feast today, I will learn from everyone's art and elegance and recite a few poems."

"Remembering poetry?" Emperor Zhaojing found it interesting. Others created it themselves, but she recited poetry?

Rong Qingqing nodded, "I am memorizing the poem, but I promised that you all present have never heard of it." She could not write poems, but she had memorized a lot of ancient poems, and she was still a little confident in this.

Princess Huaiyin heard her tone of confidence, and a mockery flashed in her eyes and said, "Can it be some folk likable poem?"

Only the rough folk limericks can they not have heard them.

It turns out that it is a fool, only a fool will bring the erotic poem that is difficult to reach the elegance.

Rong Qingqing naturally heard the sarcasm hidden in her tone, and said without showing any expression: "I don't know if it's a limerick, but I think it's not too bad to be written in the book. In a while, I'll ask Princess Huaiyin to help me evaluate it."

She was kind enough, but Princess Huaiyin narrowed her eyes.

This fool, she thought she weighed a few pounds, so she waited and watched her for a while, how could she be ugly?

"Then you recite the head first and listen to it." Emperor Zhaojing didn't care or not, because he thought that the boiled live fish in Wangchun Tower was also a folk delicacy. Maybe the poems that Rong Qingqing recited were also unique and amazing.

Hearing this, Rong Qingqing had to get up and leave her seat, stood in the center of the venue, pointed to the plum blossoms on the branch and said, "That girl will recite a few poems about plum blossoms."

"Well, you read it." Emperor Zhao Jing looked at Xie Jingrun leisurely.

Xie Jingrun stroked the delicate wine glass on the table with his fingers. He didn't drink, so the wine glass was empty.

His dark and deep eyes reflected the girl walking under the plum tree, pretending to be meditating.

He sneered inwardly, this girl would pretend to behave!

“Several plum branches in the corner of the wall were blooming alone in the cold.

I know it’s not snow, because there is a faint fragrance.”

The girl's crisp and pleasant voice echoed in the plum garden behind the snow, as beautiful as the sound of beads falling into the jade plate.

The noble girls who were originally writing poetry and painting suddenly stopped their movements and looked at Rong Qingqing in surprise.

Emperor Zhaojing had been feeling for a long time before he came to his senses. He had scrubbed his heart, but he had never had the impression that he had read this poem. He gave up. He turned to look at everyone. Seeing that everyone was also confused, he then stroking his hands and praised: "This poem is really exquisite, I have never heard of it. Rong Qingqing, are you sure it was not written by you yourself?"

Rong Qingqing said helplessly: "I really can't write poems. I read this poem by chance. I thought it was good, so I memorized it. Today I borrowed flowers to offer it to Buddha, which made everyone laugh."

Emperor Zhaojing nodded and said, "You girl, you are so honest. Even if you talk about this poem..." After a pause, he didn't say anything further, but everyone present understood what he meant.

No one has ever heard of the poem Rong Qingqing just read. If she wants to lie that it was written by herself, no one will know.

The Empress Dowager looked at Rong Qingqing in surprise. When she heard Emperor Zhao Jing's words, she said pertinently: "Yes, this girl has always been an honest girl."
Chapter completed!