"I only asked Lan Yin to write poems for me, but I didn't ask her to compose poems for me. Fifth princess, why are you anxious?"
He said lightly, "I only said that I would compete with you, but did you say that you can't let others write for you? Besides, Lan Yin can just deal with the fifth princess. I don't have to do anything personally. I just need to speak out."
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"Feng Xinmo! Don't be too arrogant!" Feng Xiangkui put the pen in her hand heavily on the desk and glared at her.
"Before the competition, the little princess and the fifth princess did not say in advance that they would not allow ghostwriters. This competition is mainly about comparing poems, isn't it?" Nangong Yun spoke at this time. The question was directed at Feng Xiangkui, but his eyes were looking towards
Fengsong's.
There was indeed no rule before the competition that did not allow ghostwriting, and now that Nangong Yun had already spoken, Fengsong followed his words, "Indeed, Kui'er, you just have to make do with the competition. It's just poetry competition anyway."
, as long as your poems are good, everyone’s eyes will be sharp and they will not bury you.”
Feng Xiangkui didn't understand why everyone was turning towards Xin Mo'er, but since her father had already said this, she could only endure it, walked from the stage to her seat, sat down, raised her head, and looked at
Turning to Xin Moer, "Since your maid is the one writing the poem, you can read out the poem you composed. I, the princess, and so many people present will listen."
Xin Mo'er stopped procrastinating, and a ringing voice sounded, "Hua, Hua." After a pause, "Change career."
Lan Yin's writing hand trembled, she raised her head and glanced in Xin Mo'er's direction awkwardly, but she still started writing.
Feng Xiangkui laughed loudly and sneered unceremoniously, "Feng Xinmo, can you write poetry? How can you write a poem with the first two words? I really don't have much ink. Compared with you, it's just like
It’s an insult to my status as a princess.”
The thoughts of the others were almost the same as those of Feng Xiangkui, and some had almost guessed the fate of Xin Mo's son crying bitterly.
Feng Qingcang, on the other hand, sat leisurely and contentedly, with no trace of nervousness on his face.
Nangong Yun always maintained a mysterious and unpredictable smile on his face that seemed approachable but was actually unattainable.
Xin Moer ignored Feng Xiangkui and continued to read, "Shen Qian, Fen Pa." After a pause, "Change career."
"Condensation is snow, mistaking it is clouds." After a pause, "Change career."
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The audience in other seats initially held Xin Moer's attitude of losing, then became surprised, and then became more and more shocked. It was a kind of spiritual shock.
Everyone looked at Xin Mo'er in disbelief, as if this poem was not something she could write at all.
And Lan Yin's pen strokes were heavy at first, and then became more and more free and elegant. From his gloomy face at the beginning, to his beaming smile later, a contrast between heaven and earth was formed.
Until Xin Moer finished reciting the entire poem, everyone was still in her predicament and did not come back to their senses for a long time.
Even Feng Qingcang, who was always calm, had a look of surprise on his face, but he recovered faster than others.
Nangong Yun was different from others. He seemed to have expected that Xin Moer would be able to amaze everyone with just her mouth opening, and he did not show any surprise on his face.
In fact, Xin Moer's entire poem goes like this:
"flower"
Flower, flower.
Deep and shallow, wonderful.
If it condenses, it turns into snow; if it condenses, it turns into clouds.
When the orioles and butterflies arrive, the garden takes over the palace to cover it.
I have become lost on Jingu Road, and there are many beauties and carriages there.
The fragrant grass is about to grow and the fragrant trees are blooming, and the east house is half fallen to the west house.
I wish to be accompanied by the spring breeze, climbing and turning towards the end of the world.
This is an extremely rare and rare seven-sentence poem on the Two Towers in the world. Xin Moer copied the ancient poem without any ink.
Concubine Hua's face turned pale. Although she knew that her daughter was very talented, her poems could never reach the height of Xin Moer's poem.
It can be said that no one in the entire Nanzhao Kingdom can write a second poem better than Xin Mo'er's.
"Pa! Pa!" Feng Song came to her senses, stood up, and couldn't help but clapped her hands, "Great! Wonderful! A perfect poem! So wonderful!"
Next, no one stopped to appreciate what kind of poem Feng Xiangkui composed. Most of them were still silent in the strong sense of shock that Xin Moer had just given them.
In this game, no one needs to tell who will win or lose.
Nangong Yun glanced at Feng Xiangkui, who looked decadent, and said without forgetting, "The fifth princess must know in her heart, who will lose and who will win in this game, I shouldn't need to say it anymore, Your Highness."
Feng Xiangkui has always been the first in any competition, big or small, since she was a child. She didn't expect that she would lose so completely this time. She couldn't bear the blow for a while, so she covered her head and shook her head desperately, "
No! Impossible! It’s absolutely impossible for her to do this! How could she write such a poem!”
Feng Qingjue didn't expect that his sister would lose. His face became even more gloomy, and the wine glass in his hand showed signs of being crushed by him.
Zuo Wan looked at Xin Mo'er like a poisonous snake, staring at her closely, as if his eyes were going to eat her to pieces, leaving no bones left.
The most excited person was Feng Qingyu. He was so happy that he jumped up from the chair, hugged Xin Moer directly in his arms, and kept spinning in circles, mouthing
He muttered, "Mo'er! You are amazing! I knew you were the most amazing woman in the world!"
Feng Song, who was sitting above the main seat, frowned a little when she saw Feng Qingyu's move.
Feng Qingcang squinted at Feng Qingyu, and the chopsticks in his hand shot out quickly, hitting his wrist.
Feng Qingyu felt pain and let go of his hand. Xin Moer stumbled and almost fell to the ground. Feng Qingcang stood up gracefully, spun beautifully, and held her thin and thin body firmly in his arms.
He fell into his arms and sat down again in the most carefree and comfortable posture.
And Fengsong's frown turned into an unbreakable knot.
Xin Mo'er climbed up from Feng Qingcang's arms and walked to Feng Xiangkui with a warm smile, "Is it time for the fifth princess to fulfill her promise just now?"
Feng Qingjue stood up, walked to Feng Xiangkui's table, and stood in front of Xin Mo'er, "It's just a simple game, little niece, you shouldn't take it seriously."
Xin Moer looked at him with eyes as clear as spring water, "Uncle Prince, is he protecting the fifth princess? The bet just made is obvious to all. The first thing a person must learn is to keep his promise. This is the basic principle of human beings."
.Since the bet has been made, it must be fulfilled. If the uncle, the prince, cannot even learn the basics of human nature, how will he be able to govern the great country of our Nanzhao Kingdom in the future?"