I dress up as a poor noblewoman, and I bring my whole family home with my literary talent.

Chapter 10 Amazing talent and beauty
Song Lingyi sat there and looked at the wall of people. She couldn't squeeze in and could only listen to them vaguely.

She didn't see the words and didn't comment on them. She just listened to the half sentence and found it to be quite standard. This "Young Marquis Xie" did have some literary talent, but he was praised so exaggeratedly by these noble ladies that it was hard to appreciate his writing.

Changchun Garden is indeed a summer resort. The scorching sun in summer is even gentler, the willows are swaying, and the cool breeze blows into people's sleeves, which is very comfortable.

With the breeze and the sun shining, Song Lingyi felt a little sleepy. She pinched her thigh to stay awake.

"The princess has arrived!" the eunuch announced in a loud voice.

Upon hearing that Her Royal Highness the Princess had arrived, the ladies who had been praising her with poems and verses the previous moment fell silent and bowed the next.

"Welcome Your Royal Highness Princess!"

Song Lingyi approached the aisle, but she did not dare to be negligent and knelt faster than anyone else.

No one in the Song family had ever taught her the etiquette customs of women from Daliang, so she subconsciously performed the kneeling ceremony she did when she visited the graves of her ancestors in her previous life. After all, she was a princess, so she had to be polite.

Little did people know that after the empress of Daliang ascended the throne, she changed the rules for women to perform ceremonies. Except for parents and ancestors, women did not need to kneel down to perform the ceremony. The kneeling ceremony was changed to the Wanfu ceremony, where women stood upright, put their hands in front of their chests, bowed their heads slightly, and bent their knees.

The silence in the Sifang Pavilion was so great that one could hear a pin drop.
Song Lingyi didn't realize that she had performed the wrong etiquette, and the three sisters behind her were terrified.

After a moment, a pair of lotus-colored shoes with gold embroidery passed by her.

Song Lingyi quietly looked up, and unexpectedly met the eyes of the owner of the embroidered shoes.

The woman was beautiful, with dignified and elegant manners. She wore a gilded pearl hairpin on her head and a flowery hairpin and a gown, and was extremely gorgeous.

Even if Song Lingyi had never seen the princess, she knew that this woman must be the legendary Princess Qi Yang. She was truly outstanding and extraordinary, and movies and TV dramas could never compare to her.

Princess Qi Yang smiled warmly, her voice clear and pleasant: "When we first met, the young lady knelt down to pay her respects. How can I let her down?"

Before he finished speaking, he leaned over and held out his hand to her: "No need to be polite, just stand up."

Looking at the hand held in front of her, Song Lingyi was stunned for a moment. She had thought that a princess of a country would be as aloof and arrogant as Xiao Xuan, but she didn't expect her to be so approachable.

She placed her hand carefully, and stood up with the force of Princess Qi Yang's hand. She caught a glimpse of several noble ladies bowing to her left behind her, and was shocked.

Oh no, she made the wrong choice!

It's a large-scale social death scene!

Princess Qi Yang withdrew her hand and said to the noble ladies who were still bowing, "Please all of you, please stand up."

"Thank you, Princess!" the ladies said in unison.

Princess Qi Yang walked to the main seat in the center and sat down, still smiling: "Everyone, have you appreciated the poem that I sent someone to bring you? What do you think?"

Xiao Xuan took the lead and said, "Poems that can be appreciated by Her Royal Highness the Princess are naturally excellent, especially the poem "Viewing the Bamboo on the Terrace" by the young Marquis Xie, which has a profound artistic conception..." Another wave of rainbow farts
Song Lingyi was still squeezed into the corner, but fortunately she had met Princess Qi Yang. It was worth the trip, it was worth the trip!

Perhaps it was because Princess Qi Yang was a kind person, these noble ladies were able to speak freely about their thoughts in front of her, unlike in their previous lives when they sat in the classroom and every time the teacher asked a question, there was complete silence from the audience.

"Today's Zhuxia Banquet, I have specially invited talented men and women from Chang'an to compose poems. It is said that women are as good as men, and the battle of literature is not about brute force. Please don't let me down."

The ladies all said yes, and laughter gradually rose. Someone suggested writing a poem about a flower or a tree, or about the scene or the mood. They also selected the three best poems and asked the other party to write a poem in response.

Finally, the theme of the banquet was
The maids came in one after another carrying the four treasures of the study and distributed one to each table. Even Song Lingyi, who was sitting in the corner, almost leaving the square pavilion, received a copy.

The noble ladies picked up their pens and pondered. Song Lingyi glanced at her fourth sister next to her and found that she was also thinking seriously.

A banquet turned into an examination room
Song Lingyi sighed in her heart and looked at Princess Qi Yang, whose seat was the farthest away from her.

She was not interested in the banquet as a topic, but she wanted to give a poem to Princess Qi Yang.

What should I give as a gift?
Song Lingyi held up her head and thought for a long time. Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind. She picked up a pen and wrote down the "Qingping Diao" that Li Dajia gave to Yang Guifei on a piece of white paper:
The clouds are like clothes and the flowers are like faces; the spring breeze blows over the threshold and the flowers are gorgeous.

If we hadn't met on the top of the Jade Mountain, we would have met under the moon on the Jade Terrace.

Song Lingyi blew away the wet ink

"Qing Ping Diao" displayed the spirit of the prosperous Tang Dynasty and also became the highlight of Li Da's life. How could it be compared with ordinary people?

She stood up straight, like the first student to finish the test paper in the examination room, with three parts of confidence and seven parts of pride on her face, waiting for the maid to collect the papers.

The maid who was keeping an eye on everything came over in time and took the rice paper with the poem.

Song Lingwan was still thinking hard, but she didn't expect that Fifth Sister had already finished the poem. She leaned over and whispered, "Fifth Sister, this poem needs to be reviewed by Her Royal Highness the Princess. Don't just write it carelessly."

Song Lingyi patted her chest confidently and said, "Don't worry, Fourth Sister. I know my limits."

Not long after, the maid presented Song Lingyi's poem to Princess Qi Yang. Princess Qi Yang glanced at it and her eyes lit up. She blurted out: "What a good poem!"

He could be called the best player of the match, even better than the talented player on the opposite side.

The noble ladies around were surprised at Princess Qi Yang's slightly excited mood. They all came over, read it carefully, and nodded frequently: "It is really a good poem."

The beauty had an ethereal figure and complexion, just like a goddess in front of the Yaotai Palace. Among the noble ladies present, only Princess Qi Yang was worthy of this poem.

At this time, Xiao Xuan had also finished writing a poem. She had a high opinion of herself. She had been familiar with the scriptures at the age of four, and became a disciple of Mr. Fan at the age of twelve. She and the young Marquis Xie were fellow disciples.

Today, Young Marquis Xie made a stunning debut at the Zhuxia Banquet, and she was unwilling to be left behind, but who knew that someone would dare to steal her limelight.

Princess Qi Yang picked up the rice paper and read the poem so that everyone could enjoy it. Before reading, she named the person who wrote the poem as the fifth young lady of the Song family.

Just the sentence "The clouds look like clothes and the flowers look like face" is enough to amaze everyone.

The three sisters of the Song family turned to look at Song Lingyi. They didn't expect that the fifth sister, who usually had the least presence in the Song family, had such talent.

Song Lingwan asked, "Fifth sister, did you really write this poem?"

"..." Could Song Lingyi say: No, this poem was written by a poet named Li in the Tang Dynasty? Throughout the history of this time and space, the Tang Dynasty has never appeared. If she said this, she would be considered mentally ill.

After Princess Qi Yang finished reading the poem, everyone praised it. The maid put away the rice paper and sent it to the other side.

"and many more!"

Xiao Xuan objected loudly, "This poem is indeed good, but before we wrote the poem, we had already decided on the title. How can Miss Song change it at will? Do you think you can write something irrelevant just because you are proud of your talent?"

After this was said, several people also echoed Xiao Xuan's idea.

(End of this chapter)