There is a kind of scholar

Chapter 41 One Hundred Times A Hundred Times
When the maid Jian'er saw that her princess was so angry, she clenched her two little fists and suggested with the same hatred: "Your Highness, Su Xian is so vulgar and made such a filthy poem, which has stained the eyes of Your Highness the Princess. You have committed such a crime." It is a crime of great disrespect!"

"What do you have to say?" Xiao Xian Zi was furious, her delicate and beautiful face full of anger.

"Your Highness, please allow me to arrest Su Xian, hang him up and beat him, beat him on the palms of his hands with wattle sticks, and then slap his mouth and slap him!" Jian'er said angrily.

Xiaoxian Zi was also confused. Her eyes lit up when she heard this, and she thought that this kind of punishment would be enough to relieve her anger.

It's really disgusting that vulgar people like Su Xian dare to ignore her beauty.

After having this idea in her mind, Xiaoxian Zi was immediately ready to nod in agreement with the suggestion.

As for the plan to "test Su Xian's character", I can no longer take care of it, so I will talk about it first.

"Princess not allowed!"

Girl Bi'er, who was holding a stack of poems in her hand, quickly stopped the hot-headed Xiao Xian Zi. She was relatively rational and knew that Su Xian had another masterpiece that could be called a masterpiece.

Both Xiao Xianzi and Jian'er turned their heads to look over, Jian'er said angrily, "What are you doing wrong!"

"Your Highness the Princess, the poem signed by Lin Chuan was actually written by Su Xian."

While talking, Bi'er rummaged through the stack of poem manuscripts, and finally took out one and handed it to Xiao Xianzi, saying: "Contrary to the poem just now, this is a masterpiece, and it can be called a famous poem handed down from generation to generation."

Xiao Xianzi looked at the rice paper handed over and her eyebrows rose. To be honest, she didn't want to read the poem written by Su Xian anymore.

But she knew Bi'er's poetry appreciation ability. Since Bi'er said it was good, she might as well take a look.

She raised her hand slowly.

At this moment, Jian'er, who was still furious, snatched the rice paper like lightning and tried to tear it apart.

He also said angrily: "Bi'er, it's enough for you. You even let the princess read those crooked poems. These poems are not as good as the ones I wrote."

"Stop!" Bi'er shouted.

"Stop!" Xiaoxian Zi was relatively calm.

The sword that had torn a small hole in the poem manuscript was yelled at by the two men at the same time, and they were stunned on the spot, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

That's all Bi'er, but why does the princess...

In the end, she reluctantly placed the poem in Xiaoxian's purple and tender palm.

Xiaoxian Zi took the poem manuscript and was not eager to appreciate it. Instead, she looked at Bi'er and asked, "Is this poem really a masterpiece?"

"It is undoubtedly a masterpiece." Bi'er nodded.

Xiaoxian Zi looked at her deeply.

Then unfold the poem manuscript, first look at the inscription at the bottom, which is the word "Lin Chuan".

"Mei Xue is fighting for the spring but is not willing to surrender, and the scholar puts down his pen to comment on the chapter." Her plump lips parted lightly, and Xiaoxian Zi's voice was crisp and sweet, and her words were clear, her voice echoed throughout the boudoir.

This sentence is acceptable.

At least there is no word like "butt".

"Meixun Xue is three-thirds white..." Xiaoxian's purple eyes flashed sharply, and her expression became serious.

The anger that enveloped her body had dissipated unconsciously, and her delicate and beautiful face also showed a kind of peace influenced by beautiful poetry.

She eagerly looked at the next sentence, but before she could read it, her breath suddenly stopped and she was shocked.

After a long time, he slowly said: "The snow is not as fragrant as the plum blossoms."

"Meixu is three points less white than snow, but snow is less fragrant than plum."

Xiaoxian Zi repeatedly savored these two lines of poems, as if she were listening to music and listening to music. Her iconic sweet smile reappeared, a smile from the heart.

On the side, although Bi'er had read this poem a long time ago, now that she heard Xiao Xian Zi read it out, she was once again deeply shocked.

As for Miss Jian'er, although she didn't know much about poetry, she could barely tell that it was a good poem, and her princess's expression couldn't be faked.

But...she was confused at the same time.

"If you have plums but no snow, you won't be spiritual; if you have snow but no poetry, you won't be vulgar."

"It's snowy all day long, and it's very spring together with plum blossoms."

Xiaoxian Zi read out the last two sentences, and then read it carefully from beginning to end as if no one else was watching.

After a long time, she came out of that wonderful poetic mood, her bright eyes lowered, and her eyes unconsciously fell on the word "Linchuan" at the bottom.

She raised her eyebrows, her expression changed slightly, she looked at Bi'er and asked, "Is this poem really written by Su Xian?"

Bi'er affirmed, and told the scene she saw with her own eyes.

"Su Xian... is obviously a talented poet, but why are the poems he signed personally so vulgar, while the poems he wrote for others are masterpieces handed down from generation to generation?"

The more Xiao Xian Zi thought about it, the more something was wrong.

What she cares about is Su Xian's attitude towards her, not Su Xian's poetic talent.

For example, in the "butt poem" just now, she was angry because Su Xian deliberately made this kind of poem to annoy her. This was a matter of attitude.

The current song is obviously written by Su Xian, and it is obviously a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, but it is written by another generation. This is still a matter of attitude.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and her delicate and beautiful face was covered with frost. Finally, she threw the poem manuscript to the ground and cursed loudly...

Seeing this, Jian'er, who was standing by the side, became excited instantly.

She jumped up and stepped on the poem manuscript that had fallen to the ground. She stepped on it hard and cursed: "Su Xian deserves to die. I will step on you. I will step on you. I will step on you to death!"

Jian'er, who was jumping up and down and stepping on her feet happily, suddenly felt someone pushing her hard from behind.

Great strength.

Jian'er stumbled forward a few steps involuntarily, then fell to the ground with a thud.

"who is it?!"

Jian'er was furious, stood up, and looked behind him angrily.

But what she saw was her princess squatting in front of the poem that had been stepped on many times, picking it up carefully and very slowly, cherishing it.

"Uh……"

Jian'er suddenly became silent and opened his mouth.

Later, she even saw her princess take out a snow-white handkerchief, gently wipe the footprints on it, and even breathe out with her bright red mouth, her expression was so serious, it was no different from restoring an antique that has been thousands of years old.

Jian'er murmured in her heart, not understanding what Xiao Xian Zi meant.

But one thing she can be sure of is that if she is in trouble, the princess will definitely punish her.

Sure enough, after Xiao Xian Zi "repaired" the poem manuscript, he turned to look at her with a normal expression. However, just as Jian'er breathed a sigh of relief, he heard Xiao Xian Zi say: "I'll punish you by copying the Book of Songs a hundred times." Bar!"

He was punished by copying the Book of Songs a hundred times! !
One hundred times ah one hundred times! !
The tome that looked like a brick flashed before Jian'er's eyes, and he wanted to copy it a hundred times...

It's over, it's over, this punishment is harsh enough, it's better to kill her with one sword.

Xiaoxian Zi ignored Jian'er, picked up the poem "Butt Poetry", and read it several times.

This time she didn't get angry. Instead, she flashed her bright eyes and said with a smile: "The wind blows and my butt is cold, so it's better to stay in the house."

"butt……"

Xiaoxian's plump purple lips were raised, and she read the most vulgar poems with her beautiful appearance.

If anyone outside saw this scene, their jaws would drop in shock.

The maid Bi'er was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

She remembered the temperament of her princess and couldn't help but smile and shook her head.

(End of this chapter)