Reborn Xiang Gong Jiao Niang Qiao

Chapter 1394
While talking, Princess Zhaoming helped Bai Ruoxi wipe her heart carelessly with a handkerchief, so that Bai Ruoxi's heart was exposed.

Bai Ruoxi pushed Princess Zhaoming away, covered her heart and left with the maid.

She was afraid that her heart would be seen by Ye Lingchen, because she was injured there.

Although there is that very useful scar removal cream, there will still be some marks, and she is afraid that Ye Lingchen will suspect it.

After she left, Princess Zhaoming smiled triumphantly.

At this time, everyone had finished writing the poem, and most of them gathered around and began to appreciate it.

Ye Lingchen was not interested, his eyes kept staring at the direction Bai Ruoxi left, with a little worry in his eyes.

Not long after, Ye Lingchen heard the emperor's hearty laughter.

"There is a bright moon on the sea, and the sky is at this moment. The lover complains about the night, but lovesickness at night.

When the candle is extinguished, the light is full of pity, and the clothes feel dewy.I can't bear the gift from surplus hands, and I have a good time for sleeping and dreaming. "

"Hahaha, Zhaoming's literary talent has improved a lot!"

After being praised, Princess Zhaoming burst into a smile, "Thank you, Father, for your compliment."

"It seems that you really worked hard, but this poem, Zhaoming, you have never seen the sea, and it starts with the sea!"

Princess Zhaoming was taken aback by these words, and immediately explained, "Zhaoming heard that the sea is very vast. Zhaoming originally wanted to start with a river, but he thought the sea was better."

"Who is Zhaoming missing from far away? Your relatives are all here!" the emperor said again.

Princess Zhaoming was a little confused and couldn't answer for a while. At this time, her son-in-law helped her answer, "Return to father, Zhaoming often misses everyone in the princess mansion, and she has written most of her thoughts about missing her relatives. "

Princess Zhaoming was terrified, but fortunately she got over it, and everyone appreciated other people's poems again.

Finally it was time for the judging.

"Who do you think has a better poem and can win this wood carving?" the emperor asked.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and finally someone said, "It's still up to the emperor to judge!"

The emperor had a smile on his face, and was a little bit tangled, "I feel that Zhaoming and Ye Lingchen's poems are on equal footing, and it's hard to make a decision at the moment, why don't you make a judgment."

"Indeed, the Night Supervisor's poems are also very good. It seems that the Night Supervisor is also very knowledgeable."

"Yeah, there is only one wood carving, what should I do! It's really hard to judge which one is better."

It wasn't until this moment that Ye Lingchen noticed that his poem had been selected, so he stepped forward.

As a result, when I saw the poem written by Princess Zhaoming, I was stunned!

how could be?

Princess Zhaoming's handwriting is actually similar to Bai Ruoxi's handwriting!
Ye Lingchen felt that he must be crazy!

Before, she always felt that Ouyang Fei had the shadow of Bai Ruoxi on her body.

Now even Princess Zhaoming's handwriting reminded him of Bai Ruoxi's handwriting!
At this time, someone suggested, "Otherwise, let the two of them compete again!"

"Yeah, let's do the competition again, and the emperor will set up the question again."

As soon as these words came out, Princess Zhaoming was afraid, how could she?And if it's in public, don't you see that what she wrote is different from the words on it?

Immediately he opened his mouth and said, "Supervisor Ye's poems are even better, and Zhaoming's poems are a bit out of place. Father, the wood carvings should be given to Supervisor Ye!"

It was impossible for Ye Lingchen to accept Princess Zhaoming's courteousness without responding.

"Your Majesty, Ling Chen believes that Princess Zhaoming's poems are better than others, and the wood carvings should be given to Princess Zhaoming."

(End of this chapter)