The only pet cute concubine: the dragon king is domineering and hooking

Chapter 66 Shocked, She Can Write Poetry

Doesn't Lan Nishang like to pretend to faint?She asked her to pretend to faint again because she had no chance this time.

After the blue demon finished speaking, many people suddenly remembered.In the Juyuan building before, when Lan Nishang was about to write a poem, she suddenly fainted and did not write a poem in the end.

As for whether she really fainted or fake fainted, many people were very clear after being instructed by Lan Yaoyao.

Even some people who didn't know whether she really fainted or fake fainted believed that it should be a coincidence.

If it's a coincidence, it can't happen casually. I believe that Miss Lan Er today...shouldn't happen that kind of coincidence again, and fainted again.

Rong Hailan smiled softly, looked straight at Lan Nishang, and said, "Poetry is not about dancing with knives and guns. How could you faint so easily? Second Miss Lan She is a talented person. I believe that after seeing that exquisite painting, I have already thought of some wonderful poems in my heart, right? Miss Lan Er, don't be modest, and quickly present the poems you think of to everyone. "

When Rong Hailan said these words, it could be said that Lan Nishang's last chance of pretending to faint was scattered.

Lan Nishang shook the hands in the sleeves again, with a hint of hatred hidden in her eyes, she glanced at Lan Yaoyao and Rong Hailan not far away.

She turned her eyes slightly to glance at the high-ranking emperor, and saw that the emperor was also looking at her. She gritted her teeth tightly, knowing that today, she must stand up and compose a song. Poetry is not allowed, otherwise, the reputation she enjoyed before will...

Lan Nishang frowned secretly, although she was extremely reluctant to stand up and write poetry, but in the end she stood up slowly and quietly under everyone's gaze.

Ye Yunzhe looked at Lan Nishang with a smile, not worried at all that his Nishang would not be able to write poems, and everyone present would be disappointed in her.

There was a hint of expectation on Ye Yunzhejun's face, and at this moment, like everyone else, he hoped that his neon clothes could quickly compose a poem, so that everyone present would be full of praise for her, and that his father would be able to write a poem. With his mother and concubine, look at the person he likes differently...

Yao Menglian hated Rong Hailan and Lan Yaoyao very much for pushing her daughter to such a state, she secretly glared at Rong Hailan and Lan Yaoyao, a trace of deep hatred flashed in her eyes, Then he stood up, bowed to the emperor, and said: "Your Majesty, my daughter has accidentally caught some wind and cold for the past two days, and her head is still hurting for the past two days. It is not impossible to ask her to compose poems. I am afraid that she is in such a situation. Under the circumstances, the poems I made..." She paused, glanced at the emperor's face, and then continued: "It will not be so delicate, it will not be as good as the emperor wanted."

No matter what Yao Menglian said, she also wanted to keep her daughter's reputation, and she couldn't let the good reputation her daughter accumulated, that's all, it was gone.

It's just that Yao Menglian wanted to keep it, but the reality...but she couldn't make her wish.

"Miss Lan Er has a cold? She still has a headache?" Rong Hailan raised her voice slightly, as if she was surprised by Yao Menglian's words.

Yao Menglian squeezed the silk handkerchief in her hand, and was about to answer Rong Hailan, but Rong Hailan looked at it and immediately pretended to be weak. It seemed that she really had a cold, and Lan Nishang, who really had a headache, said, "Second Miss Lan She was fine just now, she looked no different from ordinary people. And just now, she was still like a spring breeze, very energetic. Why did she get a cold and a headache when she was asked to write poetry?"

"Princess Hailan, my little girl..."

"Besides, if you really have a cold and are really uncomfortable, then at this time, you should stay at home and recuperate well. Why would you dress up and come out like this?" Rong Hailan didn't wait for Yao Menglian to finish her explanation. Somewhat cynically, he looked at Lan Nishang and said.

Lan Nishang's face turned red and pale for a while, and she tightly grabbed the silk handkerchief in her hand, wanting to say something, but at this moment, it was as if it was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say anything.

"Lan'er, in front of the emperor, you won't be allowed to act like this." Prince Rong suddenly reprimanded Rong Hailan softly, as if he was a little dissatisfied with Rong Hailan's words.

"Your Majesty, Lan'er doesn't know the rules, and she still looks at the Emperor, don't blame her." Prince Rong stood up and bowed his head in the direction of the Emperor, and said respectfully.

The emperor looked in the direction of Prince Rong, and said in a majestic voice, "Lan'er is outspoken, I will definitely not blame you."

As he said that, the emperor's eyes shot straight at Lan Nishang, and asked her: "Lan Nishang, can you make a poem that echoes the painting at a distance?!"

"Your Majesty, little girl... little girl..." Lan Nishang was so frightened by the emperor's question that she knelt down straight, her head drooping fiercely in front of her chest, and her body trembling slightly. What is frightening and restless.

Lan Yaoyao tilted her head slightly, looked at Lan Nishang who was kneeling next to her, raised the end of her eyes slightly, showing a sneering smile, I believe that after today passed, the fame that Lan Nishang enjoyed before should be All... no longer have it?
Lan Yaoyao snorted softly in her heart, glanced at the kneeling Lan Nishang again, and then slowly looked away...

Prince Rong glanced sideways at Lan Nishang's terrified look, turned his eyes slightly, and looked at Lan Zhengyan, who had an ugly face. Seeing Lan Zhengyan's gloomy face, he hooked slightly. At the corner of his lower lip, there was an imperceptible sneer on his face, Lan Zhengyan today... can be said to be ashamed and thrown at home, right?If he were him, he really wanted to find a hole in the ground to get into now.

Lan Zhengyan felt that Lord Rong was looking at him, he raised his head slightly, and looked at Prince Rong who was on the opposite side, he held the cup tightly on the table, stood up, and wanted to do it for his daughter, For Lan Nishang, I justify a few words.

However, before Lan Zhengyan could say anything, Lan Yaoyao stood up suddenly, bowed to the emperor, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, my little girl Shicai, I thought about a song and that painting , a poem that echoes each other from afar.”

What?Blue Yaoyao, she thought of a poem?

When everyone heard Lan Yaoyao's words, they all showed shock and looked at her in disbelief.

The emperor's sharp eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Lan Yaoyao with a trace of inquisitiveness, and asked: "You, really thought of a poem? Seriously?"

"My little girl dare not lie to the emperor, my little girl really thought of a song just now." Lan Yaoyao lowered her head slightly, and answered gracefully.

The emperor's sharp eyes stared at Lan Yaoyao for a second, then suddenly in a calm voice, he ordered the personal eunuch next to him: "Serve me with pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"

This meant that Lan Yaoyao was asked to write out the poem she thought of just now.

Xue Zichen's cold eyes flickered, he glanced at the emperor, and then his eyes fell on Lan Yaoyao...

(End of this chapter)