But why does the lord insist on marrying

Chapter 22
Xiaohuan was about to cry: "It's over, although it's a prize, it's a royal thing after all, if you lose it, you'll be beheaded."

Xiaoyue realized the seriousness of the matter: "Then what should I do?"

Xiaohuan calmly said: "Don't say anything. Others don't know that you lost it, and the person who stole the Ye Mingzhu will definitely not say anything. Just keep the idiot's mouth shut. Wait until you report it to the eldest lady, and then worry about it."

The two pulled Xia Ziyan to find the eldest lady who was resting in the guest room.

Xia Ziyu is angry because of the fight dance.Seeing the two of them, thinking of Ye Mingzhu, at least it was not a waste of time.What does a fool know? You can exchange it with a candied haws, and scolded: "Where did you two dead girls go? Where is Ye Mingzhu?"

Xiaohuan and Xiaoyue quickly knelt down and cried: "Go back to the eldest lady, the slaves and servants went to chase the second lady, and they finally caught up. They were knocked unconscious on the way, and when they woke up, they found the second lady lying in front. Gone."

"Slap!" A slap on Xiaohuan's face: "What? Such a valuable thing has been robbed, what use are you for!" It just disappeared.

"Miss, please forgive me." The two kowtowed desperately.

The eldest lady was even more annoyed, and waved her hand: "Take care of the second lady for me this afternoon, if there is anything wrong, be careful with your heads."

The two hurriedly replied: "Yes, yes."

Due to the two consecutive defeats in the morning and the loss of Ye Mingzhu, Xia Ziyu only ate a little at noon and couldn't eat anymore.Xia Ziyan's mouth was full, and the oily mouth and hands made Xia Ziyu feel sick and lost her appetite.

It was almost time, Xia Ziyu went to Peony Garden.For poetry, she has self-knowledge, and she can't compare with Shilan, otherwise the crown of the first talented woman would not fall on her head.In the past, the two were incompatible with each other, but now she only hopes that Shilan can defeat the one named Yan'er and win for her.

Xia Ziyan originally followed everyone well, but when she was approaching the gate of the garden, she suddenly ran away.Xiaohuan and Xiaoyue hurriedly chased after her, but she repeated the old trick, returning to the room through the back window, changing clothes and coming out.

Cherry lips parted slightly: "Jiujiu, come on, let's go."

When Xia Ziyan came to the peony garden, everyone had already arrived. Many people stretched their necks to look at the gate of the garden. They breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Yan'er wearing a butterfly mask coming in.

The prince smiled and asked her: "Miss Yan'er, since you are here, do you mean that you want to participate in the poetry competition?"

Everyone really thinks highly of her. As a modern person whose soul has passed through, no matter how powerful she is, she can't compare to a native ancient person in poetry writing, let alone she can't write poetry at all.She just said coldly: "I'm just here to see. If the topic is simple, maybe I'll join in the fun. I'm really not good at writing poetry."

Regarding Miss Yan'er's cold attitude, the prince automatically ignored: "Miss Yan'er is really modest." He turned to everyone and said, "This time the prize is a set of the four treasures of the imperial study. Even our princes only use imperial This year's Hundred Flowers Festival, the emperor specially approved to reward talented women." The prince casually picked up the writing brush inside and showed it to everyone, only to see that the pen holder was carved from high-grade precious jade, and a ruby ​​was inlaid on the top .

The number one talented girl, Shi Lan, looked around arrogantly, as if she was already in her pocket, and she was determined to win the prize.Xia Ziyan was unmoved, and she doesn't know how to write with a brush, so why do you want this, see?

The prince continued to announce the rules: "Since we are in the peony garden today, I will compose a poem on peony and write the time for a stick of incense on the silk paper. There are numbers written on the silk paper. The master has recorded the corresponding names. When judging in this way, the reviewer will not know who made it, which is more fair."

(End of this chapter)