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Chapter 112 When the word snow comes, the city is full of plum blossoms
"Oh?"

"Writing poetry on the spot?"

The prince turned his head and looked at his own mother and sister.

He is still very clear about the strength of this younger sister. Although it cannot be said that there is no learning and no skill, it is true that no learning is true.

She can write poetry?

But after thinking about it, she should have prepared in advance. For many scholars who are not talented enough, this may not be a shortcut.

And with Yong'an's blind and self-confident character, maybe he just wrote a poem indiscriminately and then came to make a fool of himself.

"I think Flying Flower Order is quite fun!"

The prince sternly refused, thinking that it is better not to let his sister make a fool of himself.

"What the fourth brother said is absolutely true!"

"Flying Flower Token, I want to play Feihua Token!"

The rest of the princes agreed, and today is a good time to come out to play. If they compose poems on the spot, everyone will either be embarrassed there or make a fool of themselves.

Of course, there is still a prince who is eager to avenge his shame on Feihua Ling, and he is even less interested in composing poems on the spot.

"I'm quite interested in composing poems on the spot!"

At this time, the eldest princess suddenly spoke.

Today she was wearing a snow-white sable fur. Standing next to the plum blossoms, she couldn't tell whether the plum blossoms were more beautiful or the people were more beautiful, but the arrogance of the plum blossoms was undoubtedly revealed on her body.

When she said this, she also looked at Lin Qian with that half-smile expression.

Lin Qian suddenly understood, so he was waiting here!

"Okay, Wencheng, Yong'an has this personality, if you are older, just let her go."

After the princes hesitated for a moment, the prince still spoke. After all, Yong'an was his younger sister, so of course he would prefer Yong'an.

In their view, Yong'an did not learn, but Wen Cheng was already at the eighth grade of Confucianism and Taoism, and he still had some strength. There is really no need for comparison.

"How can you be sure that I will lose?"

Yong'an was not happy, "I want to compose poetry on the spot, I want, I want!"

Lin Qian had already started to have a headache. These two princesses acted like monsters. Now it seems that he is the one who will be unlucky.

Thoughts turned sharply in his mind, he looked at Yong'an in the pavilion, and then at Wen Cheng standing proudly beside the plum blossoms.

The snow in the courtyard has not completely melted, it is a pure white plum blossom, snowflakes are still piled up on the branches, and icicles are hung...

Suddenly, a ray of spiritual light hit Lin Qian, and the aggrieved feeling that had plagued him all morning disappeared. The piece of paper was pierced like this, and inspiration gushed out!

"This scene is really wonderful, and it makes people feel poetic. I have a poem below, and I boldly dedicate it to your highnesses!"

Just as the princes and princesses were arguing about which game to play, Lin Qian, who had always been transparent, stood up.

Yong'an's eyes lit up, and he jumped up and down excitedly, "You dog slave, you wrote it for me, didn't you!"

"Recite quickly!"

Even if he didn't turn his head, Lin Qian could already feel the sharp gaze behind him.

"This poem is for your highness, your highness will understand after hearing it!"

After finishing speaking, Lin Qian didn't scribble any more. The words in his chest could hardly be held back and wanted to come out.

[The wind and rain send spring back, and the snow welcomes spring.It is already a cliff of hundreds of feet of ice, and there are still beautiful flowers and branches. 】

Looking back at the eldest princess standing beside the plum blossom, Lin Qian read out the upper part of the word.

"There are still flowers and branches!"

Even the well-prepared eldest princess couldn't help being a little dazed. After chanting this sentence, she glanced at the plum blossom beside her, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and for a moment she didn't know whether she was talking about flowers or her!
At this time, Lin Qian had turned his head again, smiled at Yong'an, and continued to read the second half of Que,
[Pretty doesn't compete for spring, but only announces the arrival of spring.When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs in the bushes. 】

"Say me, you must be talking about me, he wrote for me!"

Yong'an was already blushing with excitement, she didn't care what Lin Qian said at all, she only knew that Lin Qian wrote the words for herself and that was enough!

Originally, he had some complaints about this servant who suddenly stood up, and the princes who were about to reprimand him, because Lin Qian moved fast enough, before they reprimanded him, Lin Qian had already finished reciting the poem.

At this time, they were all immersed in the poem, chanting the words in their mouths, savoring them carefully.

His literary literacy may not be very high, but they can fully feel the goodness of this poem, regardless of other things, just this feeling of writing flowers and people makes people feel Wonderful.

This Bixing method is really at its peak!

"Snowing?!"

The people who were taking advantage of the sunny day to travel suddenly looked up at the sky.

I don't know when, another heavy snow like goose feathers fell.

The temperature seemed to drop several degrees suddenly, and many people shivered subconsciously.

In Shuying Garden, the servants looked at the heavy snow and cried in their hearts. For Confucian scholars and dignitaries, the heavy snow is a rare beauty, but in their eyes, they only remember that the snow was swept until late at night yesterday, and their backs are still sore.

Shuying Garden is also a courtyard of plum blossoms. The word Shuying refers to plum blossoms from the meaning of sparse shadows, horizontal slanting water, clear and shallow water, dark fragrance, floating moon and dusk.

However, the plum blossoms in the garden are not the variety of plum blossoms that bloom in the winter month, but the plum blossoms in the first month. There are countless Plum Blossom Courtyards!

So these servants now need to clear the heavy snow to prevent the snowflakes from crushing the branches and preventing the plum trees from being frozen by the heavy snow.

Suddenly, the servant who was cleaning the heavy snow for a plum branch smelled a burst of fragrance, looked back, and saw several plum blossoms blooming on the branch next to it!
The plum blossoms in the first month will bloom in the winter moon? !

At the same time, Emperor Qianyuan, who had been drinking and having fun in the imperial garden, suddenly raised his head and looked at the garden where there were only a few branches of plums, but now it was full of plum blossoms!
There are countless flower buds on the plum tree next to it, as if they are talented women waiting to be selected by the king, eager to show their best side.

Not just the Shuying Garden, not just the Imperial Garden, all the plum blossoms in the entire Chang'an City were competing to bloom in an instant.

When the word snow comes, plum blossoms bloom all over the city!

The feeling of the people in the plum garden was not so obvious, but they felt that even the air was much sweeter and fresher. They have not realized until now that this is a vision caused by a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.

They didn't realize that under the cover of heavy snow, a meteor that looked like snowflakes and plum blossoms streaked across the sky and climbed high into the sky!
Lin Qian realized it.

At this time, the talent pool in his Wen Palace was overwhelming, and it was also snowing in his Wen Palace.

A few plum trees quietly popped up on the edge of the square, quietly blooming in the snow, with a faint fragrance floating.

Snowflakes fell into the talent pool, like a red-hot iron falling into the water, making a chi-chi-chi sound, and the originally overflowing talent was also evaporated little by little in the sound.

With the non-stop falling snow all over the sky, in a short period of time, Chi Zhong's talent has bottomed out.

Lin Qian was dumbfounded!
(End of this chapter)