The mighty princess of rebirth

Chapter 22
I saw a secret-colored porcelain water purification bottle on the case table.The shape of the utensil is regular, the quality of the fetus is fine, the glaze color is even and moist, and it is in the color of green, blue gray, and blue yellow, with uniform light and no grain.

The so-called "secret" character means "secret treasure" because it is fired in a single sagger.The second is that because of the thin body and thin glaze, it is easy to burn the effect of "ice-like jade" and "thousands of emerald green".

This unrepeatable and unpredictable "color" can be described as ingenious.It complements the independent and self-admired character of literati and refined scholars.Therefore, secret color porcelain is the favorite thing for literati and elegant guests.

Everyone was amazed when they saw it.

"This Mr. Bai is really a big hand!" Fan Rushuang was amazed and did not forget to praise.

Princess Ronghua looked at her and smiled unconsciously, why didn't she find this cousin so interesting before!
"Today's first question, let's write a poem about peach blossoms." Bai Kangnian saw the astonishment of the crowd, and went straight to the topic with satisfaction.

"Okay!" Someone hit the folding fan on the palm of his hand and said hello.

So, the scribe downstairs began to shake his head and think about the poem.

Princess Ronghua only glanced at Xu Jiqing lightly, then turned her gaze to Cheng Xiu.

In the previous life, Cheng Xiu got the second place, second only to Xu Jiqing, probably because of his talent.

"Sister, why are you nervous?" Fan Rushuang couldn't help laughing when she saw her sister's hand trembling slightly holding the white porcelain cup.

"I'm not nervous!" Fan Ruochun was unwilling to admit it, but hid his hands in his sleeves in a panic.

"Cousin, why don't you join in the fun?" Princess Ronghua suddenly said.

The two sisters of the Fan family looked up in puzzlement.

Princess Ronghua signaled Hong Ju to fetch the Four Treasures of the Study, and it wasn't until this moment that the two sisters of the Fan family realized what she meant.

"Princess, that's a great idea!" Fan Rushuang laughed, as if watching the excitement was not a big deal.

"Princess, I can't do it." Fan Ruochun quickly shook his head and declined.

She is a girl in a boudoir, and she usually writes and draws to cultivate her interest, not to compete with others.

Her mother told her the truth of Guohui Yizhe very early on, and she always kept it in her heart and never dared to forget it.

"If cousin is in trouble, forget it!" Princess Ronghua said calmly.

Seeing this, Fan Ruochun thought that he had annoyed Princess Ronghua by not wanting to write a poem, and was feeling anxious.

Fan Rushuang said fiercely, "Sister, what are you afraid of? Are you still afraid of losing to those sour scholars?"

"Rushuang, don't talk sour and pedantic, if you let mother know, you will be fined to kneel in the ancestral hall." Fan Ruochun frowned, not agreeing with her sister's statement.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything!" Fan Rushuang raised her hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Then sister, hurry up and write poetry!" Fan Rushuang smiled obediently and pushed her sister to sit down in front of the long table that had been packed.

Fan Ruochun had no choice but to pick up a pen and write a poem.

"A few branches of red snow apricot on the wall, count the screens on the green hills and houses. How clear can one spring be? March scenery, it is better to be drunk than to wake up.

The remaining flowers brew honey, and the drizzle blends the swallow mud.Green window spring sleeps late.who arouses?Xiao Ying cries outside the window.

A curtain of red rain and peach blossoms fade, ten miles of clear shade willow shadows slant.Jiangnan flower wine is farewell for a while.Spring is gone, and the old bees and butterflies are idle. "

Fan Rushuang's crisp and melodious voice recited a line of poetry, as if the sound of heaven filled the ears, and the reverberation lingered for three days.

Princess Ronghua had no choice but to praise Fan Ruochun for being full of poems and books, even the most talented woman in Bianjing.

The rankings were also judged downstairs at this time, and Xu Jiqing, without exception, won the first place.

Princess Ronghua didn't have any interest in this, she picked up the poem written by Fan Ruochun and came to the building, and waved it casually.

"Princess!" The two sisters of the Fan family were taken aback, and it was too late to stop them.

I saw the paper on which the verses were written fluttered, and finally landed on the long table in front of Cheng Xiu.

Cheng Xiu was startled, and when he looked up, he saw three stunning girls leaning on the fence on the second floor.

Among them, a girl with a noble temperament and a beautiful face was looking at her with a cold look in her eyes, which gave Cheng Xiu the illusion that he had done something wrong.

Cheng Xiu didn't have time to think about anything, so he heard the girl say indifferently: "Young master, please do me a favor and bring up the things my cousin dropped!"

Cheng Xiu was stunned for a moment before replying, "I am willing to help you!"

He withdrew his gaze and landed on the poem written by Fan Ruochun, but he couldn't recover for a long time.

When he saw the words "Fan Ruochun" written on the signature, his heart was agitated, as if he was riding a horse on a rugged mountain road, and his mood could not be calmed down for a long time.

He knows that the family is telling him to kiss him, but he has never been keen on the relationship between men and women, and he only heard from his mother, who told him about Fan Ruochun, the granddaughter of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion.

He was indifferent at the time.

I don't want to meet today, this Miss Fan is so talented, not only can compose a good poem, but also write a good handwriting.

It seems that such a marriage is also very good!Thinking of this, the corners of Cheng Xiu's mouth rose slightly, he got up and went upstairs.

Cheng Xiu walked up the stairs briskly, pretending to casually glance at Fan Ruochun's direction, and all his subtle movements caught Princess Ronghua's eyes.

She could tell that Cheng Xiu was attracted by Fan Ruochun's talent and appearance.

Since the heart is moved, there is still salvation!Princess Ronghua thought so.

"I don't know which lady wrote the poem?" Cheng Xiu bowed his hands and asked very politely.

"It's my sister." Fan Rushuang rushed to answer, she directly ignored her sister's action of pinching her palm under the table.

Cheng Xiu was able to look at Fan Ruochun openly and sincerely praised: "Miss's poems are wonderful, and she should be number one."

"This young master is absurdly praised! It's just a little girl writing it for fun, so I don't deserve such praise from the young master." Fan Ruochun Xia Fei's cheeks were like a lotus dyed with spring colors, charming and charming.

"Miss is too modest." Hearing that she was writing for fun, Cheng Xiu felt a little uncomfortable for some reason, and his expression became cold from the previous enthusiasm.

When Princess Ronghua saw it, she could only sigh angrily.

"I forced my cousin to write poems," Princess Ronghua said, and everyone turned their eyes to her, and she smiled and said, "Young master also thinks that my cousin's poems are the first, which proves that we women are not good at writing poems." Losing to a man, you won't feel unhappy because you lost to my cousin?"

Her eyes were burning, as if she could see through Cheng Xiu's mind at a glance.

Cheng Xiu's face became hot, and he couldn't help but said with shame: "I dare not, the young lady's talent makes me admire you very much."

"That's good! This is the bearing I should have in a good man." Princess Ronghua praised him again with a smile.

The words of slapping and giving a sweet date made Fan Rushuang on the side look with infinite admiration in his eyes.

"Young miss!" Cheng Xiu clasped his hands, his face already clear and bright.

Watching Cheng Xiu go downstairs, Fan Rushuang couldn't help teasing her sister, "Sister, what do you think of this future husband?"

　The verses in the article are from "Yangchun Song Spring Scenery"

　　
　
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