Everyone outside heard the commotion inside, and Li Yu said: "Why is the font so strange? Bring it over and let Gu Ye see it."
"Okay, let's all take a look." Li Mingzhi immediately asked the maid to pass on His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's oral instructions.
When he saw the ancient poem, Li Yu was stunned for a moment. Sure enough, it was a font he had never seen before, but it felt familiar. He intuitively guessed Ruan Mianmian.
After reading the poem carefully, Li Yu said without hesitation: "Forget about the font, this poem alone is the first one today."
Hearing this, all the young masters, including Li Mingzhi, gathered around him. After a while, most of them agreed with what Li Yu said.
The only one who was a little unconvinced was Ruan Jin. He was the leader in poetry writing, but after carefully looking at the special font, he had to admit defeat. If poetry has its own strengths, then he definitely has no one in terms of fonts.
That kind of character.
"I'm willing to give up." Ruan Jin said calmly.
Ruan Xiao patted Ruan Jin on the shoulder: "That poem turned out to be written by my eldest brother."
"When I saw it, it was my eldest brother's handwriting." Ruan Chen said.
Ruan Zhao also smiled and said: "I didn't expect that my third brother could also see it."
"Well, if you two are studying together, it's understandable that I can't recognize you."
Li Mingzhi knew his own affairs, and it was impossible for him to stand out if he reluctantly wrote poems. He originally placed his hope in Li Minghui, but the handwriting was obviously not hers, and he did not expect that she would also lose.
Recalling that Li Minghui carefully planned the poem contest, but ended up making wedding dresses for others, Li Mingzhi pretended to be displeased on the surface but was actually quite happy on the inside.
Although Li Minghui was a woman, she was the only legitimate daughter. Among the many children of Southern Xinjiang King Li Gong, she was the one he loved most.
Originally, even if Li Minghui's daughter was competing for favor, it would not hinder Li Mingzhi's affairs, but her favor indirectly benefited her sick brother Li Mingcong, so privately he actually wished that something would happen to her.
At today's banquet, Li Mingzhi glanced inside a few times. He had his own purpose. Li Minghui messed up, and he couldn't mess up again.
"Who won the lottery?" Li Wang asked everyone's thoughts.
Li Yu raised his voice: "Princess Minghui, who wrote this poem?"
The people present looked at me and I looked at you. Everyone was confused.
Ruan Mianmian stood up silently: "Concession, admission, actually the writing is not very good."
The voice of the little breast dumplings sounded, and there was an uproar outside, but there was silence inside the Yanyu Building.
"It's you!" Li Minghui shouted in disbelief.
Ruan Mianmian smiled lightly, with a smile on her face that revealed two deeply sunken dimples. She had a calm face, and the people present seemed to have seen her grace in the piano competition again.
"This is incredible! Is there anything else you can't do?" Ji Ji spoke out the thoughts of everyone present.
"It's Mianmian!" Several young masters from the Ruan family reacted and cheered in unison.
Li Yu suppressed his inner joy and announced loudly: "The leader of today's poetry competition is Princess Linglong."
Ruan Mianmian generously used the six hundred taels of lottery money to reward the servants who served him up and down. Although this was a lot of money, the young ladies present did not look down upon it. The small breast dumplings were passed on to those who needed them to gain a good reputation.
Cost-effective.
Li Minghui stared at Ruan Mianmian as if she were an enemy. She and she had been at odds since arriving in Beijing. She was initially hesitant for fear of being scolded by her father, but now she decided to give it a go.
No one would regard Ruan Mianmian as a child who doesn't understand anything, because everyone is close to her because of her literary talent, and the little breast dumpling is also friendly and chatting happily with everyone.
One after another, people crowded towards their princess. Jiuer and Hongyu did not dare to relax in the slightest and were on full alert.
Jiuer's heart trembled when she found that Li Minghui's personal maid Chunhong walked up to Gu Ling'an and whispered something while pouring tea.
After hearing Chunhong's words, Gu Ling'an's first reaction was to shake her head. Then she said a few more words, and Gu Ling'an nodded lightly after hesitating for a moment.
The exchange between the two lasted only a moment, and no one else except Jiuer noticed.
Hongyu was sitting on her knees in front of the case, serving Ruan Mianmian and Li Ying. The little maid was well-behaved, but she was only about ten years old, but her every move was the same as that of a palace maid who had undergone rigorous training. This shows that Princess Linglong has a lot of training skills.
It’s easy.
Upon seeing this, the rich ladies present looked at Ruan Mianmian with even more intense eyes. He was worthy of being appreciated by the Emperor and the Queen Mother, so they should be fawning over him.
I have to say that it was only one year, and Hong Yu seemed to have been completely transformed. Apart from her own factors, the most important thing was Ruan Geng's attention, and Ruan Yi put a lot of effort into her.
Ruan Mianmian is very happy. With Jiu'er and Hongyu by her side, she should have less worries in the future.
Hongyu seemed to be serving her like other palace maids, but in fact she was more cautious. She had checked all the food and tableware, fearing that someone might do something harmful to her princess.
Although there was no mistake, Hong Yu did not let down her guard. Yesterday, the old Marquis said that today was a Hongmen Banquet, so he sent her back to the princess in advance. Her only mission was the same as Jiu'er, which was to ensure that Ruan Mianmian was safe.
Safety.
At this moment, Hongyu's eyes flashed with light, she smelled a special smell, and a plate of sweet and soft sweet-scented osmanthus cake was brought up.
"Thank you." Hongyu reached out and took the plate from the little eunuch's hand seemingly casually.
Hongyu remained calm, turned around and put the sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the table. The little eunuch who brought the snacks saw that it had been put on the table before turning and leaving.
Ruan Mianmian likes snacks, especially this soft and fragrant dessert.
Ruan Mianmian's eyes lit up when she saw the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and she heard Hongyu whisper: "Princess, the third lady asked you to eat less sweets."
When did my mother say this? Besides, doesn’t she feed herself all kinds of sweets every day? Ruan Mianmian glanced at Hongyu, and her eyes fell on the stack of osmanthus cakes.
The eyes of the master and the servant met in mid-air, and they understood each other well.
You drugged a little baby and you didn’t know what kind of drug it was? Ruan Mianmian looked at the plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake with great curiosity.
Hongyu sat on her knees and pretended to arrange the dishes on the moving table. She took the opportunity to take a deep breath and closed her eyes.
Ruan Mianmian understood instantly that it turned out that the sweet-scented osmanthus cake was laced with sweat medicine. Although it was fine as long as you didn't eat it, it was annoying to look at it.
"Sister Ying, there are bugs in this, you can't eat it." Ruan Mianmian told Li Ying in a low voice.
Li Ying looked at the plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake with disgust on her face: "Throw it away."
"Yes." Hong Yu was happy. The princess was smart and took the plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake through Princess Ankang's advice.
Li Minghui watched helplessly as the plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake was put on and then taken away without change. She frowned and glanced in Gu Ling'an's direction.