Everyone was worried or ridiculing, but Ye Zhenzhen didn't take it to heart at all. After some selection, she finally chose "After Admission" by Meng Jiao——
In the past, there was nothing to be proud of for being sordid, but now there is no limit to the dissolute thoughts.
The spring breeze is so good that the horse's hooves are so bad that I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.
As a famous line that has been sung for thousands of years, its artistic value is undoubted. If it is not as good as Feng Yuran's boudoir work, the coffin board of the great poet Meng Jiao may not be able to hold it down.
In fact, this poem won a lot of applause.
The King of Wei smiled while stroking his palms, his eyes full of sparkles, as if he was meeting Ye Zhenzhen for the first time. He praised, "What a 'spring breeze, horse hoofs, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.' He is so proud and lively, without losing his smooth and heroic spirit.
It really doesn’t look like it was made by a woman, Mrs. Cui is really impressive.”
After all, he was a stolen poetic talent. Ye Zhenzhen felt guilty and said with a red face, "Prince Wei, you have given me the prize, and you have made a fool of yourself."
King Wei only thought she was being modest, and only Cui Weizhen saw some clues - Ye Zhenzhen was usually very narcissistic. Whenever she developed a new product or ate food, she would be so proud that her tail would be raised to the sky. She wished that the whole family would praise her.
Once again, now that she has produced such a high-level poem, it stands to reason that she will accept all compliments very unceremoniously. Such humility is probably not her fault.
It probably has something to do with her mysterious origin.
Cui Weizhen's eyes were deep, but his tense face relaxed unconsciously.
As the host, the Queen did not show any bias towards Ye Zhenzhen. She asked Feng Jinqing and King Ke for their opinions in a fair and selfless manner, "Master Feng, King Ke, in your opinion, who is better in this competition?"
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Can you still cheat on things that are obvious?
Feng Jinqing wanted to cheat, but Ye Zhenzhen's poems were too outstanding. If she chose Feng Yuran over her, if word spread, people would probably say that he was selfish and ignorant of his talents.
So he could only say with a livid face, "Mrs. Ye should win."
Feng Yuran's face turned pale. She was unwilling to give up. She could only place her hope on King Ke, hoping that her brother-in-law could help her speak and reverse this unfavorable situation.
However, her idea was doomed to fail.
Even if Feng Jinqing is worried about possible rumors, how could he not care about it as a prince who is striving for power? For a prince who has no ability to recognize talents, what talented people and strangers would be willing to join him?
He returned his gaze to Ye Zhenzhen, with a faint smile on his resolute and handsome face, "Mrs. Cui's poetic talent is not inferior to that of Cui Zhuangyuan in the slightest. I am impressed by her."
Everyone admitted that Ye Zhenzhen was superior, not to mention King Wei and Cui Weizhen, so Ye Zhenzhen won the first match.
In the second session, Ye Zhenzhen presented the question.
Everyone focused on Ye Zhenzhen. Seeing that her eyes were empty and she was obviously still thinking, Feng Yuran felt impatient and with the malicious intention of interrupting her thoughts, she urged, "Ms. Ye, you haven't thought about it yet, okay?"
?If it doesn’t work, try your best at painting.”
Ye Zhenzhen's freehand brushwork is not outstanding, and her Xumi paintings and sketches are outstanding. However, these two are the first works of the couple and have not become the mainstream of art. If she used sketches in the competition, it would be like giving the other party a gift.
a demeaning excuse.
This kind of painting style is a matter of different opinions. Some people like it and some don't. Even if Feng Jinqing and Ke Wang don't like it, there will be no objection to it if it is spread out.
She won't be fooled!
"It's no better than painting."
Ye Zhenzhen looked at Feng Yuran and smiled coldly, "I have a pair. If Miss Feng can match her, I am willing to admit defeat."
Feng Yuran was shocked and said confidently, "Please tell me."
Ye Zhenzhen smiled slyly, "Listen carefully, the first couplet is 'The sea water falls in the sky'. Excuse me, what do you think of the second couplet?"
