The princess is delicate, and the cold and cruel prince regent is teased

Chapter 28 Prince!A love poem for you!

Mu Chuyao's eyes were reddened by the fierceness, she wanted to tear Jiang Qingyan apart, but she couldn't.

She has to maintain her image of weakness.

She turned around, looked at Jun Yuexuan with grievances, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes secretly, and then picked up the box for the question.

The topic is simple: spring scenery.

Chanting people, chanting things and chanting scenery are all fine, as long as the poems are related to the spring scenery, they are all relevant.

With this topic, some people with little talent and learning will be happy!

Spring is not easy to write?

Scenery is the easiest!

But those who are talented know that the simpler the topic, the more difficult it is to stand out.

Jiang Qingyan looked at the blank rice paper, silently staring blankly for a while.

Spring scenery is not difficult to write, but she remembered the conversation she had with Jun Qinglan just now.

He read that line, the poem she wrote to Jun Yuexuan, and he doesn't want the love poem she wrote to him...

Then she just wants to write!

Jiang Qingyan looked at Jun Qinglan and smiled, then raised her pen.

Jun Qinglan frowned slightly, he always felt that Jiang Qingyan's smile just now had no good intentions.

The interaction between him and Jiang Qingyan was noticed by Jun Yuexuan, Jun Yuexuan's face was tense, his jaw line was clear, and he trembled slightly.

He also remembered the love poem Jiang Qingyan wrote to him back then!
He never read it seriously, because he didn't think Jiang Qingyan had much talent!

It wasn't until her poems were publicized, teahouses, restaurants, and study rooms were all spreading the praises that he was surprised to find that Jiang Qingyan was a talented woman!
At that time, he was liked by her, full of proud sense of accomplishment.

now……

What she saw in her eyes was Jun Qinglan!

A nameless anger ignited in his heart, obviously it was something he never cherished, but now he somehow wants to destroy her!

"The incense burnt out!"

Mu Chuyao picked up the mallet in her slender hand and knocked on the gong.

All the ladies stopped writing.

Mu Chuyao ordered people to collect all the poems one by one, she sorted them out, and said to everyone, "This first round of selection is for me and the three poems to read together.

We selected the best three poems, we read everyone's poems, selected the best three, and then handed it over to the two princes to decide the final winner. "

Jiang Qingyan was surprised, Mu Chuyao acted a lot more fairly this time, reading them out one by one, no one could falsify, it was clear.

But she still felt that what Mu Chuyao did was not so simple!
She knew she could write poetry!
When Mu Chuyao saw Jiang Qingyan's puzzled gaze, the corners of her lips curved slightly, as if responding, but also secretly provoking.

Subconsciously, Jiang Qingyan twirled her fingers.

Behind Jiang Qingyan, Yang Xianrong smiled coolly, "Miss Mu is fair and just, some people, their level is the truth, don't try to fish in troubled waters!"

Jiang Qingyan looked back at her.

This Yang Xianrong was from a family of military generals, and she had been at odds with her in her previous life, so she didn't think it was unusual for her.

But she remembered that Yang Xianrong didn't have a few drops of ink in her stomach. She was not good at things like reciting poems and composing poems. She could only play with simple pairs.

Jiang Qingyan was skeptical until Mu Chuyao and the three master poets selected three poems and read them out respectively.

"The first song, the orchid leaves are luxuriant in spring, and the osmanthus and flowers are bright and clean in autumn.

Xinxin's business is a festive season.

Who knows the forest habitation, sitting in joy when listening to the wind.

Plants and trees have their own hearts, so why ask for beauty! "

"The second song, the wind suddenly picked up and wrinkled a pool of spring water.

Leisurely lead the mandarin ducks to the fragrant path, and move the red apricot stamens with your hands.

The fighting duck is leaning alone, and Jasper scratches his head and falls.

I look forward to the king all day long, and I raise my head to hear the joy of the magpies. "

"The third song, there are not ten sunny days in one spring, and there are floating clouds and rain everywhere.

Noda's spring water is clear in the mirror, and the shadows of people crossing the gulls are not surprised. "

After Mu Chuyao finished reading all three poems, everyone knew whose poem was selected.

Jiang Qingyan's poems were naturally among them, and the second one to read was hers.

In the third poem, she tastes the artistic conception expressed in the words, which is like that written by Ji Shiyu, the daughter of the servant of the Ministry of Rites.

Sure enough, Ji Shiyu walked out from the crowd and gave her a faint smile.

Jiang Qingyan responded.

And the first poem that Mu Chuyao read was also a poem that even Jiang Qingyan thought was good.

Its owner, with a face swollen by her fan, stood proudly on her right, and raised his chin at her.

"You wrote it?" Jiang Qingyan frowned slightly and asked Yang Xianrong.

"What? You are only allowed to write well, but I am not allowed to write poems?" Yang Xianrong snorted coldly, with every look in her eyes competing with Jiang Qingyan.

Jiang Qingyan withdrew her gaze and ignored her.

If she said that there was something wrong with Yang Xianrong's poem, she would definitely be picked on by Mu Chuyao.

She said, Mu Chuyao had such a good opportunity today, whether she would end up comparing herself with her, she dared to be prepared!
Jiang Qingyan looked at Mu Chuyao with a serious look.

Mu Chuyao saw it, but there was always a gentle and peaceful smile on her face.

Of course she won't end in person!

She has to preside over justice on the surface!

However, she will definitely not let Jiang Qingyan win!
She doesn't deserve it!
The three poems were sent to Jun Yuexuan and Jun Qinglan by Mu Chuyao.

Both of them are from the royal family, and they are not ignorant people, so their literary talents are naturally not bad.

When Jun Qinglan's eyes fell on Jiang Qingyan's poem, it caused a small wave.

"I look forward to the king all day long, and I raise my head to hear the joy of the magpies."

After he finished reading, he glanced at Jiang Qingyan.

Jiang Qingyan was also looking at him, and when she saw the look in his eyes, she nodded like a chicken pecking rice, as if to say: That's right!My lord, you guessed right!I am writing about you!

A love poem for you!
Jun Qinglan immediately went to the next song.

Ignore her teasing.

He and Jun Yuexuan have read the three poems. Jun Yuexuan first praised everyone, "There are many talented women in Yongjing City, ladies, their talents are not inferior to men!"

"Prince Mu is joking!"

"It's an honor to be in the eyes of the prince!"

"So is my courtier! So is my courtier!"

The hearts of all the rich ladies were secretly moved by his words.

Only Ji Shiyu is the calmest, she is looking at Jun Qinglan.

Jun Qinglan was not as sweet-spoken as Jun Yuexuan. He took out one of the three pieces of paper and commented impartially, "This poem is a bit inferior."

Ji Shiyu looked up and saw that it was the one he wrote.

She had just listened to Mu Chuyao recite poems, and when she heard the other two poems, she already knew in her heart that her talent was indeed not as good as others.

She took back her poems from Jun Qinglan's hand, and said with a little blessing, "Thank you for your evaluation, the ministers are less talented and less educated, so they must work harder."

Jun Qinglan hummed lightly.

Ji Shiyu ended up neither humble nor overbearing, and now there are only two poems left.

A poem was written by Jiang Qingyan, although Jun Qinglan didn't say it, but he knew it in his heart, Jiang Qingyan's poetry writing was a masterpiece among noble ladies.

Every one of her poems is well written!

But some people are holding back bad!
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