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Countless poems passed through her mind one by one, not to mention that Luo Qingluan was meditating and thinking about what was suitable, ahead, everyone's eyes were on Su Yi to see how much time it would take her to make a poem, and it was not an ordinary poem. /p>

A maid had already lit sandalwood, and the smoke rose to the top, signaling the passage of time. Within the time of a stick of incense, Su Yi must make a wonderful poem, which is what everyone is looking forward to. /p>

No one noticed the nervousness in Su Yi's heart, only to see her frowning and thinking hard, but she never put pen to paper. Sentences flashed in my mind, this one sentence is good, but I can't think of the next one...... Even a sentence, but the artistic conception is a little inappropriate. The more she thought about it, the more time passed, the more nervous Su Yi became, and even her hands trembled slightly. /p>

Oops, so many people are watching, and Lin Xianzhu and Wang Lao and others look expectant, how can she calm down? It's not easy to make a poem even in normal times, let alone now? /p>

Thinking of the poem that Luo Qingluan handed to Nangong Wan'er just now, that is the real beauty of the ages, what ability can she make...... No, you can't make even a similar poem! /p>

I'm afraid I'm going to be embarrassed, and I'm embarrassed in front of the teacher, not to mention that person! /p>

If His Royal Highness the Crown Prince sees her ugly, he will definitely hate her very much, think that she is not self-sufficient, and will look down on her, right? It is true that she has succeeded in attracting the attention of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, but it is a nasty mind, which is really her own suffering. /p>

If it weren't for her delusions, she wouldn't have made a fool of herself later....../p>

All kinds of negative emotions flashed through Su Yi's heart, her face was full of death and regret, and the pen in her hand was slowly put down. She really can't think of it, since that's the case, why waste everyone's time, or forget it? /p>

"The time is almost up, why hasn't Sister Yi started yet?" Suddenly, a subtle voice came into her ears, and Su Yi turned her head to see that it was Yu Chi Lianqing, who looked unbearable, but a look of schadenfreude flashed in his eyes, as if he was laughing at her. /p>

Su Yi didn't know that she and Yu Chi Lianqing had always been good friends, and both sides knew each other's abilities. Yu Chi Lianqing couldn't help the princess compose a poem, she actually couldn't do it, but she was afraid that the poem just now had already made Nangong Wan'er suspicious, if she really couldn't do the second one, she would definitely think that the first one was also plagiarized by her. /p>

Anyway, it's already like this, it's certain to be embarrassed, and Su Yi has no heart to explain. /p>

Forget it, let's die, don't think about anything, and never participate in this kind of occasion in the future, as for His Royal Highness the Prince...... It doesn't belong to her in the first place, so why bother thinking about it? /p>

Just when Su Yi's heart was like ashes and she completely gave up putting down the pen, a fragrant breeze fluttered next to her, and a figure walked over: "Su Yi, are you okay?" It was Luo Qingluan's voice, and Su Yi almost wanted to cry when she heard it. /p>

"Qingluan, I ......" /p >

Before he finished speaking, Luo Qingluan had already said loudly: "Hey, I've already figured it out, okay, Su Yi, I'll help you polish the ink, you quickly write it down and show it to everyone." Just when Su Yi was slightly stunned and didn't know what she was going to do, Luo Qingluan had already whispered in a voice that only she could hear: "Quick, start writing, I've already helped you think about it." ”/p>

What, you've already come up with suitable verses? Does she really want to help herself? /p>

Su Yi didn't expect that the surprise made her stunned on the spot, but Luo Qingluan touched her with the action of grinding ink, and whispered a few words, and Su Yi suddenly came back to her senses. /p>

The ....../p > that Luo Qingluan read just now

Is this what she thinks for herself? It's not a poem, it's a word...... However, this is not too ...... It was too much of what she hadn't expected. Su Yi thought about it slightly, and suddenly couldn't help herself, this word was not bad, but completely expressed her mood at the moment. /p>

The reason why she agreed to participate in the poetry club was to write poems at the risk of embarrassment, if it wasn't for this extremely slim idea, how could she be so impulsive? /p>

Yes, the reason why Su Yi did all this was for Nangong Qing! /p>

I just hope that a poem can be amazing and make Nangong Qing notice her, in order to make him like her, she did not hesitate to do something that she hated too, that is, borrowing other people's things as her own. Although Luo Qingluan made it clear that he was helping her and agreed, in Su Yi's heart, this was immoral. /p>

However, for the sake of Nangong Qing, she even coerced her usual tutor, which has to be said to be crazy. /p>

"Do you hear me?" Luo Qingluan's urging sounded beside him again: "Then hurry up and write, the time is almost up." ”/p>

Only then did she suddenly wake up, Su Yi was excited, and glanced at the sandalwood burning next to her, which had been burned to the end, and it was about to be extinguished. She finally nodded, hurriedly put down her pen, and wrote down the words that Luo Qingluan whispered to her just now. /p>

"One heavy mountain, two heavy mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke and water are cold, and ......" / p >

While grinding the ink, Luo Qingluan watched Su Yi write down the words she just said word by word. A handful of graceful Xiaokai jumped on the paper, the pen was fast, and the lines were smooth, but there was a faint affection between the lines. /p>

Obviously, the poem she picked was exactly what Su Yi was thinking, so she felt it. /p>

Around, everyone was talking loudly, obviously because at the last moment, Su Yi actually came up with a poem, which surprised everyone. /p>

"I really came up with it, and I don't know what kind of poem the lord of Ruolan wrote?" /p>

"If it's not as good as the 'autumn mood' of the previous three princesses, it's useless to write it again!" Someone sneered. /p>

"Not necessarily, maybe Lord Ruolan really came up with a good one? Otherwise, how could she have the courage to let so many of us stay through the mouth of Princess Chu, just watch her write a poem? And it was Wang Lao who personally came up with the question, which is too showy, right? ”/p>

"Look at it, I'm going to finish it right away, I'm afraid it's really good." /p>

"Hahaha, if it's really good, we'll wait for Lin Daru to praise Lord Ruolan." /p>

This is, a clear and mellow male voice sounded: "According to the main palace, maybe the lord of Ruolan County will really surprise people." ”/p>

Someone just wanted to refute, but when he saw that it was Nangong Qing who spoke, he suddenly turned pale, and swallowed back the words when he came to his mouth: "Yes, what His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said is that the Lord of Ruolan is the same as the Lord of Yiyang, they are all talented women!" It must have made a good sentence, so I ...... "/p>

"Look." After Nangong Qing finished speaking, he walked straight forward, stood behind Luo Qingluan and Su Yi and said, "How is it, the Lord of Ruolan has finished writing?" ”/p>

Luo Qingluan turned around and smiled at him: "It's almost, His Royal Highness the Prince, please wait." ”/p>

After writing the last word, Su Yi finally put down the pen, picked up the peach blossom xuan in front of her and looked at it again, and repeated it again in her heart, and the emotion that was about to come out was almost turned into an entity and flew out of her heart. /p>

It's a wonderful word, it's completely tailor-made for her, and she pours out her thoughts with the help of a word. /p>

"Since the lord of Ruolan has finished writing, can I take a look at this palace first?" Nangong Qing said politely. /p>

From the strangeness at the beginning, to the later attempt to accept it, and now seeing Su Yi so dare to show in front of people, it almost made him see a bold girl like Luo Qingluan again. But he knew that Su Yi was different from Luo Qingluan, she was more gentle than her, with the calmness and reserve of everyone's ladies in her eyes, but she had a unique temperament that attracted him a little bit. /p>

When his eyes fell on the words on the paper, Nangong Qing looked at the line, and the whole person was shocked. /p>

"One heavy mountain, two heavy mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke and water are cold, and the acacia maple leaf is ......" he couldn't help but read it softly. /p>

Nangong Qing's voice was clear and pleasant, and everyone suddenly quieted down, and Lin Xianzhu and the others, who had been waiting, had even brighter eyes: "Huh? Such...... Is it the word? How could a word be made in such a short period of time? ”/p>

Wang Lao frowned a little: "The old man's title is 'chrysanthemum', why is this word...... Not at all? Acacia...... Hehe, the little daughter is in a state. ”/p>

According to Wang Lao's ability, he naturally heard at a glance that the words made by Su Yi were full of affection, and they were really a love poem. If it weren't for the fact that the affection contained in it was very vague, and there was no straightforward love to say, but the word 'lovesickness' was used to explain it, I was afraid that he would have said that he would have said that he was not very elegant in public. /p>

The first to laugh was Nangong Wan'er, she waited for a long time, she was worried that Su Yi's poem would pass her, and even directly said that the 'autumn mood' just now was made by herself, but she didn't expect that the title of Wang Lao, which Su Yi wrote in public, was completely off topic. /p>

Nangong Wan'er covered her mouth and chuckled, her tone was full of disdain: "What's the matter, Su Yi, Wang Lao's title is chrysanthemum, although you wrote it out in a stick of incense, but don't say a chrysanthemum word, not even a flower word." ”/p>

Wei Chi Lianqing also changed her attitude towards her because of Su Yi's friendship with Luo Qingluan, and even thought that the autumn intention was done by Su Yi, and she was a little jealous in her heart, and she also mocked when she heard the words: "Sister Yi, don't write scribbling because you are in a hurry, there is affection in your words, I know what you want to express with this, but ...... After all, you're a girl, you should be reserved, it's not good to do that, right? ”/p>

Everyone immediately laughed, and looked at Su Yi with a strange look without scruples, but Luo Qingluan said: "I commented without listening to it, are you in a panic?" ”/p>

Seeing that it was Luo Qingluan who spoke, although she was not polite, because of her identity, there was no excuse. Just when Nangong Wan'er wanted to speak out, Nangong Qing might as well speak: "Third sister, I think the word Ruolan County Lord is good, I will evaluate it after reading it." ”/p>

"How good can it be? Can it compare to what I just did? Nangong Wan'er pouted. /p>

"Don't say it, this word is definitely not bad," Nangong Qing looked at Nangong Wan'er with a smile, shook his head and said, "If it weren't for the autumn meaning that my brother saw with his own eyes just now, I really doubt that you wrote it?" ”/p>

"Brother, how can you say that about me? How can you not believe in your sister so much? Nangong Wan'er was a little weak-hearted, but she still denied it loudly. /p>

Nangong Qing smiled and didn't care, only said: "Listen to me finish reading the following, you can compare it again." ”/p>

Lin Xianzhu listened to the first half of the sentence, and after thinking about it, he was also very curious: "Okay, please ask the prince to finish reading the second half of the sentence." ”/p>

"Yes." Nangong Qing straightened the rice paper in his hand, smiled slightly and continued: "The chrysanthemums are blooming, the chrysanthemums are left, the wild geese are flying high, and the curtain is idle. ”/p>

Before the words fell, Lin Xianzhu already looked at Su Yi with affection, and said lovingly: "Good words, good words...... Su Yi, as a teacher, I finally understand your mind. After speaking, she looked at Nangong Qing beside her again, and said with a smile: "Your Royal Highness the Prince, Su Yi has used her talent to make such a touching word, and this word is written for you." ”/p>

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