Yu Ren

The second prince of Xia Xinxin and the queen is a cousin. The second prince often visits Xia Mansion and has a close relationship with Xia Xinxin. His literary attainments are second to none among the princes. It is common for him and Xia Xinxin to co-host the poem meeting. In order to make friends with more upstarts from North Korea and China, he is also willing to participate in similar activities.

However, today is different. The emperor said that he would decide on the choice of the prince’s concubine before the end of the year. Now there is only more than a month left before the end of the year. Most of the talented women here are from famous families. It can be said that they are not popular candidates for princes and concubines. , Is also one of the backup candidates. Regardless of whether he is eagerly looking forward to this position, when he hears that the second prince is also participating in today's poetry meeting, everyone can't help but feel a little strange in their hearts.

Even the Deng's sisters, who stared at Bai Fuling like a cockfight, came back to their senses, showing a shy and twisted face.

The only person who was completely out of the way was Bai Fuling. When Xiao Ni beside her heard the words "Second Prince", a bit of coldness flashed in her eyes.

Adhering to the glorious tradition of being uncreative and unimaginative, Xia Xinxin’s topic is plum blossoms, and Bai Fuling almost wants to give her a cold eye in public regardless of her image.

She bowed her head and said to Xiao You: "You want a more normal song. Don't talk about it anymore."

Xiao You tugged at her sleeve and whispered: "I've thought it over, won't you be angry with me?"

Bai Fuling squinted his eyes and said: "If you think about it, I will go back and beat you a few times. If I don't think about it, I will just return you to the beggar in Jikuangtang"

Xiao Ni's flat mouth was aggrieved, and Yang Mei couldn't see it. She didn't know what Xiao You did in the car just now. She just saw him pitifully, so she bowed her head and said to Bai Fuling, "I'd better think of a song for him."

Bai Fuling glanced at her and threatened directly: "I want you to be troublesome? You don't even want the monthly money for next month, right?"

This cunning Xiao Zhengtai would most pretend to be pitiful and evoke the motherhood of her mother, Yangmei, Ginkgo, etc., so that they would eat it because they were lucky, instead they always regarded her as a villain.

Yangmei wilted as soon as she heard it, and she was also aggrieved by spreading paper and rubbing ink. [wzdff post it to play group]

She and Ginguo are both good people who have already redeemed their bodies at a high price. The monthly money they receive from working at Bai’s house is very generous, especially the quarterly dividends from the firm, which is a considerable income. , Being deducted by Bai Fuling for one month's wages plus a quarterly dividend has made them very painful, but they can no longer withstand such a blow.

Bai Fuling was quite satisfied with her attitude. She didn't really expect Xiaoyou to write poems for her. After thinking about it, she thought: "This plum blossom poem, um... just pick up your favorite "Mei Xu Xun Xue" Three points are white, but Xue loses to Mei for a while." It's all right."

Yang Mei glared at her, and said, "How can the fairy poetry lady come here casually? The lady doesn't know how much blessing is to get the fairy dream..."

Bai Fuling cast a small face and ignored her chirps. Back then, she accidentally chanted "When does the moon come", which is the favorite of women. She was immediately shocked by Yang Mei, a young literary and artistic young woman. She knew if it was her own work. Yes, Yang Mei would not believe it, so she depressedly inferred that it was done by the fairy in the dream.

From then on, Yangmei asked her every day if she had a fairy dream again. Bai Fuling was so annoyed by her that she read out some of the classic poems and hymns that she remembered. Yangmei, if she was a treasure, copied it down and recited every day. .

Over the years, Bai Fuling himself can't remember those poems quite clearly, but Yang Mei memorizes them upside down. Sometimes Bai Fuling can't help but sigh when he hears a few classic verses from her mouth from time to time--

Rely on more like her

The other ladies in the water hall usually wrote a lot of plum blossom-themed poems. At this moment, they are carefully scrutinizing and hoping that they will be a blockbuster. Seeing Bai Fuling, the Deng’s sisters also calmly and very calmly talked to the servants and children around her, thinking that she too Preparation, could not help but secretly grieve, only hate Xia Xinxin's question is too simple.

Yangmei quickly wrote the poem designated by Bai Fuling on the paper and handed it to the Xia's maid waiting aside.

Xia Xinxin thought that this poem was written by Bai Fuling and ordered the maid to write it, and she didn't care. She took it and took a look, and she couldn't help but change her color. [wzdff post it to play group]

Mei Xue struggled for spring and refused to surrender.

Mei Xu Xunxue is three points white, but Xue loses Mei for a while.

As soon as this poem came out, her proud work was instantly compared. What kind of face does she have as the first talented woman in the capital?

Her complexion changed a few times, and suddenly she found that there was no signature on the paper. With a move in her heart, she whispered a few words to the servant maid beside her, and the maid lowered her head in response, and secretly handed over the paper stuffed with poems from Yangmei. He slipped into his sleeves and quietly retreated.

Probably after a meal, the ladies in the waterside had completed their poems and handed them in. Xia Xinxin didn't even read it, and she gave it to the little brother to copy and send it to Xiaobo Xiaozhu on the other side along with her rewritten.

The handwriting of the boudoir girl Yili cannot be passed on to a strange man casually, otherwise her reputation will be damaged, so Xia Xinxin did not wonder why Bai Fuling's poems were written by a servant woman next to her.

However, the defense of men and women in Qi country is no longer as strict as the previous ones. Only the Xia clan is from the heir to poetry and rituals, and he is very clear about these sections to reflect their so-called demeanor.

Soon after the little boy here left, the little boy sent by Xiaobo Xiaozhu to send the poem and the topic has arrived. The title of Tanbo Xiaozhu is also extremely uncreative-to write a poem with snow as the title.

Xiao Si will display and recite the poems of sixteen young talents of Xiaobo Xiaozhu one by one. Among them are poems of the second prince. Bai Fuling accidentally heard a familiar name-Huang Xixin.

Bai Fuling's appreciation of poetry is limited, but Yang Mei whispered on the side, very professional: "This new school champion Lang is really good at learning, a poem of snow chanting with a far-reaching mood, very brilliant. The second prince's poem is quite impressive. The atmosphere is soaring, but unfortunately it still lacks solidity."

"Which of them is better?" Bai Fuling asked casually.

Yang Mei watched other poems, not listening to her, let alone distracted answering. Xiao Ni suddenly whispered: "One is too charming, the other is bluffing."

Bai Fuling squinted at him and said, "You are so good, can you have a look?"

"You're going to marry my uncle, don't have anything to do with the prince champion." Xiao Ni turned his head and glanced at Bai Fuling, which was full of warnings, and she shuddered at Bai Fuling. .

Is this what Bai Pingzi calls "sickness"? How old does this little yellow-haired boy have such a temper?

Bai Fuling was frightened and suspicious, and Xia Xinxin's cold voice came: "Everyone who has seen the best works of talents, please also write a poem on the subject of Xue."

Xiaoni quickly recovered her shy appearance, and Bai Fuling hadn't recovered the surprised expression on her face.

Yang Mei turned her head and said strangely: "Miss, what's wrong with you? This snow chanting poem..."

Bai Fuling blinked and said dazedly: "Snow...'Thousands of pear trees bloom'." Xiao You's behavior is getting more and more weird. It seems that you can't just look at him as a child, but be careful about him. .

Yangmei nodded, spreading paper and pen, preparing to write the poetry. Suddenly there was a burst of laughter outside the hall, and then a man's voice said: "The cousin is worthy of being the first talented woman in the capital. A poem chanting plum blossoms chanting flowers chanting snow is a must. I am waiting for the crowd to bow down."

Following the voice, a young man wearing a crimson dragon brocade robe brought a dozen young men into the water pavilion. This young man was the second prince.

He is about twenty-seven years old, and his eyebrows are somewhat similar to those of Yang Heng, but he is far less beautiful than Yang Heng, and his elegance and elegance reveal the arrogance and majesty characteristic of a royal family.

Xia Xinxin is only beautiful, and it seems that the Xia family is not rich in handsome men and beautiful women.

The women present saw the second prince suddenly approaching, and a dozen strange men followed behind them. They were all shocked. Some were shy and some were at a loss. They all stepped aside. The hall was full of people, but when everyone retreated, they blocked the Bai Fuling sitting in the corner tightly.

Xiao Ni hid behind Bai Fuling with her face down, as if she was also frightened by these people who appeared suddenly, no one noticed the gleam in his eyes, and the killing intent flashed away.

Xia Xinxin's face changed slightly, and she stood up and complained, "Cousin is so abrupt, and I'm not afraid to startle my distinguished guest." She did not call the second prince her Royal Highness, but called her "cousin", showing her and the second prince. The relationship is close.

The second prince laughed and said: "Why should I stick to the secular etiquette?"

Speaking smoothly, he pointed to his side and said, "This is our new scholar champion. Today, the champion was defeated by our first talented woman in Beijing. He was convinced that he came to ask for advice. I naturally want adult beauty."

Behind him, a young man wearing a blue Confucian costume had a blushing face, and he bowed to Xia Xinxin with his eyes and heart in front of him, and said, "Miss Xia is very talented in poetry, and I am ashamed of myself."

Bai Fuling was secretly surprised when she heard Huang Xixin's words. It is not surprising that Xia Xinxin is better than the number one scholar, but her poems can overwhelm her ancient famous lines? How can it be? If that is the case, then Xia Xinxin is really amazing.

Miss Deng Wu wanted to please Xia Xinxin, and even wanted to show her face in front of the second prince, deliberately making her debut: "Sister Xia's poems, we haven't heard of it yet."

The second prince smiled and said: "So, please ask the champion man to recite it in public~www.NovelMTL.com~ He deliberately draws Huang Xixin and matches Huang Xixin and Xia Xinxin's intentions, and everyone present can feel it.

Xia Xinxin hid aside with a face of anger, Huang Xixin cleared her throat shyly, and said loudly: "Mei Xue did not want to come down, and Sao Renge's fee was judged. Mei Xuxun was three points white, but Xue lost some plum. Fragrant."

Bai Fuling and Yangmei are speechless. This is their poem. How could they become Xia Xinxin? Bai Fuling is even more gloomy. It’s impossible for women to plagiarize through a generation, but let an ancient person turn against plagiarism.

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I'm going out this morning, and I won't go home until tomorrow afternoon, but I have already prepared the update chapter, I am so honest, is there any reward...

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