On the wedding night, Concubine Doctor took two cute treasures and blew up the palace

Chapter 409 What are your plans?

Gu Mohan's eyes were narrow and sinister, and his whole body was exuding a frightening coldness, but he remained motionless, watching all the movements in the Duke's Mansion.

"Look again."

Yu Feng is anxious. Why is the prince so calm today?

Could it be that the prince thinks that the princess can solve this problem?
But the princess was indeed a loser in the past and was imprisoned in the cold hospital for five years. Now she has become rich and educated. But except for the people in the palace who can testify, who will believe the princess?

If Mr. Zhang was invited by the Duke's wife, he must be capable, and everyone must believe in him!
Xiangyu and Yunheng were going crazy with anxiety. They looked at Nan Wanyan and said, "Princess..."

Nan Wanyan was very calm and looked at the young man in purple.

There is indeed something about this Young Master, and his shorthand is so good. Xiangyu only read it once, but he actually remembered it all and understood the meaning and artistic conception of the words.

But he dared to say so brazenly that he was the author of Su Shi's poems.

This was the first time she had seen such a shameless person. She did not dare to say that it was written by her, so she specially signed the poet's name at the end of each poem.

But he directly said that it was all his hard work and used the topic to bully her and scold her. It was so shameless!

"You said that the princess plagiarized your work, but I think you made it out of thin air and made strong excuses!"

Mr. Zhang was so angry that he opened his eyes angrily, "Princess, today the Duke's wife is here, and there are so many literati and elegant people watching. You should stop making excuses. It's really embarrassing. I'll say it again, this is what I worked so hard to write." "Not only did you not indicate the source of this masterpiece, but you also randomly added the pseudonym 'Su Shi' to humiliate me. It is simply the shamelessness of a literary man!"

Suddenly, half of the people exploded again.

The Prime Minister's wife and Nan Qingqing felt a lot more comfortable when they saw everyone's eyes despising Nan Wanyan and whispering various dislikes, waiting for Nan Wanyan to feel ashamed.

Hehe, even if Nan Wanyan is really capable, no one would believe her. Her reputation is too bad!
And they will never let Nan Wanyan shine and become famous all over the world!
Good guy, where did the blind Mr. Zhang come from to dare to say that Mr. Su Shi's name was an insult to him?
She was going to take advantage of the big bosses' power today to beat him back to his original form, and at the same time help the big bosses and herself get revenge!
Nan Wanyan sneered, her clear eyes filled with coldness.

"Since you said that I plagiarized you, now, you can choose a topic that you have not written before and compete with me in writing poems on the spot. I will let you write first, lest you accuse me of plagiarism again."

Mr. Zhang did not show any weakness, "I am willing to accompany you!"

When it comes to composing poems on the spot, he probably has no rivals except the Seventh Prince and Nan Qingqing.

And that person said that Nan Wanyan had a bad reputation. Even if she had produced works and was good at writing, as long as someone framed her, no one would believe that she was really talented.

And these masterpieces she wrote are all his!He will definitely become famous and popular all over the world!

He looked around and suddenly pointed to a place and said, "Then use the twos and threes of butterflies in this yard as the theme."

"Then let Mr. Zhang start." Nan Wanyan sneered, her bright eyes showing no trace of ripples.

In an instant, everyone's interest was aroused.

You know, you can't see this kind of live poetry fight everywhere!

Mr. Zhang took two steps forward in an imposing manner, pursed his lips and pondered.

Time passed by minute by second, and almost half of the incense stick was burned. He finally moved his lips, "The beautiful wings bring spring, Yan..." After saying this, he paused, frowning and thinking.

After another moment, he finally composed a poem.

"Not bad." Gu Moling nodded and commented matter-of-factly, "The artistic conception is there, but the rhetoric is not elegant enough, and the dialogue is not very neat. I think it was too hasty, but it is very important to write such a poem in a short period of time. Not bad.”

Mr. Zhang breathed a sigh of relief and cupped his hands towards Nan Wanyan, "Princess, it's your turn."

Nan Wanyan looked hot and arrogant in her red dress in the sun, "Since Mr. Zhang said that I plagiarized you, then someone who can write ten masterpieces should be able to write more. I didn't expect that in just one stick of incense, I just suppressed this song."

"If you really can't think of it, then I'll start - the poplar flowers flutter against the tents, the spring clouds are hot, the tortoise-shell screen has drunken eyes. Butterflies fly from east to west, and the boy riding a white horse returns today."

Someone reacted and suddenly exclaimed, "Here I go, it's amazing, the princess didn't even think about it, she just wrote a poem! And it's a good poem!"

Even Gu Moling was a little shocked, a glint flashed in his eyes, "Okay, it's really a good poem!"

It is completely different from what Mr. Zhang did just now!
Nan Wanyan suddenly spoke again.

"Wherever the back is red, the fragrance is so confusing that it reaches the threshold. They fly separately and come out alone, and occasionally meet in a group. The birds are far away, but the bees are not the first to avoid. The peach branches lead back and forth, and the orchid paths lead each other to follow. Cui Dan's heart is cold , the fragrant powdery wings are thick. You can find them through the shadows of the trees, but it is hard to find the traces of the flowers. The evening is still urgent, and the spring dance is still lingering. In the old pond in the west wind, you can still pick hibiscus. "

One song after another, Nan Wanyan sang it out like flowing clouds...

Every time she paused, everyone's hearts trembled, and their eyes became more shocked and shocked, until they were completely crazy!

Until all ten poems were finished, the entire Duke's mansion fell into silence.

Ten poems in one breath, not even half of the time to burn incense was used. Each one fits the theme, each one is a good poem, this!this!This was an instant kill for Mr. Zhang!
Even Nan Qingqing was speechless and looked stunned.

In an instant, earth-shattering compliments erupted in the backyard.

"Princess Yi is truly the saint of poetry who has come to this world! No matter the artistic conception or the contrast, she is on par with the ten poems just now!"

"And the time it took was much faster than Mo Mo's just now! Is this really something that humans can do?"

"It's amazing, it's amazing! I really admire Princess Yi for this level and her literary talent. I'm so impressed!"

Nan Wanyan ignored the rainbow farts of others and stared at Mr. Zhang, "How about it? Are there any poems by you and your classmates in this?"

Mr. Zhang was so shocked that he opened his mouth wide. Nan Wanyan had such an ability to compose a poem on the spot!Ten songs in a row!Who can do this? !
Not even the Seventh Prince and Nan Qing can do it!

How dare he say that her work is his?Where did he get his face?

He suddenly blushed with shame, "I'm..."

Yun Heng pointed at Mr. Zhang and said: "You shameless man, don't say you did it. Why didn't you do it just now? It's obvious that you bullied the princess! What kind of scholarly family is it? Is it your upbringing to frame people?" ?!”

Xiangyu scolded with great agreement: "That's right! What is your intention to frame the princess like this..."

(End of this chapter)