"Fei Yue'er?"

"I didn't expect it to be true, Fei Yue'er is really here. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

"God, since I saw Fei Yue'er's portrait, I didn't think about tea and dinner, but I didn't expect to finally see it today, but it's a pity that I can't see anything in this bead curtain."

“……”

As soon as Princess Pingyang's words fell, the scene of the poetry meeting immediately sounded the sound of discussion, and both scholars and noble children stretched out their heads to look behind the bead curtain.

It's a pity that only vague shadows can be seen behind the thick beaded curtain, and the people inside can't be seen at all.

And the golden armor guards guarding both sides broke the determination of these scholars to take a risk.

When Pan Yu heard this name, he was shocked, and then a layer of hatred appeared in his eyes, which was directed at Xiao Ming.

Because of this, he will speak disrespectfully to Xiao Ming.

Xiao Ming raised his eyebrows, at this time, he wished that he had a pair of see-through eyes, so that he could see the appearance of this Fei Yue'er, but unfortunately this time he was so stirred up by the King of Shu, I am afraid it is hopeless.

"Since the princess asked Yue'er to come up with the question, it is better for Her Royal Highness and the three of them to recite a poem with the theme of Meilan Zhuju." Behind the bead curtain, a crisp and pleasant voice came.

When Xiao Ming heard the sound, his heart suddenly fluttered, this voice was good, as pleasant as a lark.

Zhu Yushu and the three of them were so frightened that they were about to pee at this time, what kind of poetry do they know, didn't this Xiao Ming make them make a fool of themselves?

"Your Royal Highness, this ......" Zhu Yushu swallowed and spitted, originally wanted to show his face in Princess Pingyang, but this time they lost their face home.

Xiao Ming said seriously: "Don't be afraid! You have to believe in your own talents, since the question has been solved, it is better to start with you, this plum blossom will be handed over to you. ”

Zhu Yushu has the heart to hit the wall, he is at a loss, his mind is in a mess, how can he compose poetry?

When the King of Shu and Pan Yu saw Zhu Yushu's appearance, they immediately showed ridicule.

Xiao Ming sneered at this time, the science and technology spar in his mind was not given for nothing, he looked at Zhu Yushu, and silently thought in his heart, "Hearing the plum blossom and the dawn wind, the snowdrifts are all over the four mountains." How can he be incarnated into 100 billion, a tree of plum blossoms and a release. ”

The original function of the science and technology spar was to transmit knowledge, and as soon as Xiao Ming used it, Zhu Yushu suddenly felt a faint poem appear in his mind.

He was in a hurry and suddenly rejoiced, and then he continued to meditate, and this poem became clearer and clearer, and finally he suddenly realized, and read aloud: "Smell the plum blossoms and the wind, and the snow drifts are all over the four mountains." How can he be incarnated into 100 billion, a tree of plum blossoms and a release. ”

As soon as Zhu Yushu's poem came out, all the scholars were suddenly embarrassed, and the King of Shu and Pan Yu showed incredible looks.

"Well, another quatrain." After a deep groan, the voice of Princess Pingyang came out from behind the bead curtain.

Then she seemed to be expectant, and said, "Who's down there?" ”

Ignoring Zhu Yushu, who was secretly ecstatic, Xiao Ming said: "Qin Rui, you come to chant bamboo." ”

Qin Rui was still shocked by Zhu Yushu at this time, and at this time it was his turn, he suddenly panicked, and looked at Xiao Ming for help.

But Xiao Mingmu didn't squint and didn't pay attention to it at all.

Just when Qin Rui was scratching his ears and cheeks, he suddenly felt a flash of inspiration in his mind, and a poem suddenly appeared in his mind, and he said with great joy: "Bamboo is born in the sky, and the clouds are towering." No one appreciates the high festival, and he holds his own chastity in vain. ”

After reading it, Qin Rui was overjoyed and arched his hand: "Everyone, I have conceded, I have conceded." ”

The scene of the poetry meeting fell silent, and the faces of the scholars were no longer ridiculed, but full of jealousy.

Next is Du Boyuan, who reads: "Autumn frost creates chrysanthemum flowers, and the sunset is not endless; There are no unintentional sentences at your fingertips, and the natural charm is in thousands of homes. ”

Each of the three of them made a quatrain, laughing at each other, Chen Yushu patted the horse whip in his hand, and said to Xiao Ming: "Your Highness, let me do the whip for you later." ”

After that, he looked at Pan Yu with a gloomy gaze.

Who is this Zhu Yushu, Qin Rui, and Du Boyuan? That's all the demon kings of the mixed world, and they didn't have a good deal just now, but now they have to be unforgiving.

Pan Yu's face turned pale when he heard this, and he looked at the King of Shu for help.

The King of Shu was in a cold mood, but he was just using Pan Yu, how could he be bored because of Pan Yu at this time, he said: "Pan Yu, how can you be honest, this king almost believed you." ”

Pan Yu's face suddenly turned whiter.

Princess Pingyang behind the bead curtain smiled, "This poetry meeting has produced so many good sentences at once, it is really rare, King Qi, since there are already three of the Meilan bamboo chrysanthemums, you might as well recite this orchid, and also make up the names of these four gentlemen." ”

Xiao Ming glanced at the King of Shu provocatively, and said lightly: "Since my aunt asks, my nephew will be ugly, and the lonely orchid will grow in a secluded garden, and all the grass will be gone." Although the sun shines in the spring, the sad autumn moon is high. The frost is early, and the green is afraid to rest. If there is no breeze blowing, who will send the fragrance? ”

When this poem was read, the King of Shu looked at Xiao Ming incredulously, when would this King of Qi be able to become a poem in three steps.

And Princess Pingyang behind the bead curtain looked at Fei Yue'er.

"If there is no breeze blowing, who will the fragrance be." After a short silence, Princess Pingyang suddenly said: "King Qi, I didn't expect you to have such talent, but this poem reminds the palace of the helplessness of her daughter's family, if there is no breeze, who is the fragrance, hey......"

Fei Yue'er's expression was moved, she naturally understood what Princess Pingyang meant.

In fact, Princess Pingyang did not have this personality before, but her personality changed greatly after the death of the horse, if there is no breeze blowing in this poem, who will send the fragrance for her, but let her secretly lament her fate.

At this time, Princess Pingyang looked at her, and the meaning was obvious, if this woman chose the wrong husband in her life, she would be wrong for the rest of her life.

"Auntie, we have also sung this Meilan Zhuju, when it can be proved that we are not cheating, but the King of Shu and Pan Yu slandered this king, and I also ask my aunt to travel and promise."

Princess Pingyang came back to her senses from her sadness, and she said: "This is natural, today you and the three of them will go boating with the palace in the Qujiang River, and Princess Xiangcheng is also there, so it just so happens that we can chat together." ”

"Ahh This ......" Hearing that Princess Xiangcheng was there, Xiao Ming's face changed greatly, "Auntie, I think I'm afraid there will be something in the afternoon." ”

"Seventh brother, what do you mean at this time? Since Brother Qi is not happy, then I should go to Brother Qi's place to sit down. Princess Xiangcheng's slightly angry voice came.

Xiao Ming secretly complained to himself, this princess of Xiangcheng is the person he has the most headache in Chang'an City, and he was blackmailed by this sister when he was in Chang'an before.

"Don't, Seventh Brother just goes, but before that, Seventh Brother still has things to do." Xiao Ming looked at Pan Yu.

He was humiliated by a small aristocratic child at the poetry meeting, if he didn't get his face back, wouldn't he, the vassal king, be laughed at by the Manchu Dynasty. (To be continued.) )