Chapter 982

Zhao Chen got up, held the wine glass, squinted his drunken eyes, walked lazily to the back of one of the tables, picked up the brush, finished writing, threw the pen, turned around and left.

He is the emperor's favorite prince, with a noble status, and no one dares to say anything.

Just let him go.

When Meng Zijun walked over, he happened to meet him face to face.

She looked at Zhao Chen, but Zhao Chen didn't look at her at all, he just raised his glass and took a sip of the wine with his head up, looking a little depressed.

Meng Zijun frowned slightly.

This was not what the third prince looked like in her impression.

Could it be that something happened?

She walked to the second table, looked at the blank rice paper, quickly dispelled the doubts just now, and concentrated on composing poems about flowers.

She has always been famous for her talent, and today's flower show is held by her aunt again, so even if she doesn't show off, she can't embarrass the Meng family.

It must be taken seriously.

Both of them went up, and then Shen Mingxin and Chen Danqing also went up respectively.

Stand behind the table, pick up the brush, and think seriously.

Gu Yingyun stood up, looked at Tang Su with a provocative look in her eyes, and followed Shen Mingxin to pick up the brush.

"Sister Tang, don't worry, we will help you think about it too."

Zhao Su pulled her sleeve and said softly.

Chunyu Jing nodded again and again: "Sister Su, just go there, as soon as I think about it, I'll go over and tell you right away."

"Okay, thank you."

Tang Su smiled gently, got up and walked to the last table.

The last table happened to be near the table of Chun Yuyue and Yan Shisan.

Yan Shisan was grinning, and approached Tang Su with a wine glass, and said in a low voice, "Little Tang Su, don't worry. I'll let Ah Yue think of the best for you. Come on, what flower do you want to write about?"

"Thank you for helping me cheat, but I don't need it for now."

Tang Su glanced at Chunyu Yue.

Chunyu Yue held the wine glass with his right hand, propped his chin with his left hand, and stared at her with a pair of deep eyes.

Eyes meet.

His eyes were calm.

Don't want to help like others.

Others may not know it, but Chunyu Yue has seen the bank plan written by her.

Can a person with such talent fail to compose a mere poem?
Chunyu knew that she had always hidden her clumsiness and never showed herself too much in front of others.

But talent is just like pregnancy, after a long time, it can't be covered.

Tang Su could see clearly his eyes.

She couldn't help but feel a little funny in her heart.

Chun Yuyue and Chun Yujing, brothers and sisters, are really brothers and sisters, they both have confidence in her.

To be honest, she really can't write poetry.

The nine-year compulsory education that modern people receive from childhood to adulthood requires them to learn a lot of homework, unlike ancient people who only read the Four Books and Five Classics since childhood.

Fundamentally, there is no comparison.

But this does not prevent her from writing poetry.

To be precise, it is a copy of poetry.

In this brand-new Ming Dynasty, she has an absolutely forward-looking poetry library.

It just so happens that her memory is pretty good now.

With thousands of years of history, she can recite hundreds of poems about flowers casually.

Competing with her in reciting poems, isn't Gu Yingyun asking for humiliation?

She picked up the pen, stroke by stroke, and wrote very seriously and fairly.

She has self-knowledge and knows that her calligraphy is really not very good. If she had a fountain pen, she might look much better...

Because she is not used to using a brush, she writes very slowly.

Next to them, Meng Zijun and Chen Danqing had finished writing, but Tang Su was still holding the brush, wrestling with ink and rice paper.

(End of this chapter)

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