Little lucky girl from the peasant family: Queen Splendid

Chapter 195

Princess Qingcheng smiled helplessly, and recited the last poem.Regardless of whether they understood or not, everyone praised the flower and then quickly passed the flower ball again. However, there are such wicked things in this world.

The bouquet ran around, and was impartial again, and it just happened to stay in the hands of Princess Qingcheng again.

This time, the female relatives couldn't bear it any longer, and they all started talking loudly.

"Ah, is this bouquet really a ghost? Why does it seem that it has eyes, and it fell into Miss Ding's arms before, but now it's staring at the princess..."

"That's right, that maid is blindfolded and her back is facing us, so she can't do anything?"

The cold and noble mask on Princess Qingcheng's face could no longer be worn anymore, holding the flower ball in her hand, she wished she could slam the statue to the opposite side, smashing Ding Wei's smiling face.

Just like Ding Wei was the first to suspect that she had done something wrong, now she is also the best candidate to intuitively regard Ding Wei as the culprit.

Even though she couldn't guess what magic spell Ding Wei used, she just firmly believed in it...

"What should I do? I said earlier that I only prepared three poems, and now I'm going to make a fool of myself." Princess Qingcheng frowned, her beautiful face was full of annoyance, but For example, it only added two points of freshness, which made all the female relatives couldn't help but feel pity.

Someone said, "Why don't you let it go this time, or some sister will do it for you."

The half-toned princess of the Sima family hurriedly said, "That's right, just now Miss Ding was there with the help of the old mother and the maid. Why do you have to compose poems by yourself when you come to the princess?"

Originally, two of the crowd wanted to ask for help, but when they heard this, they quickly swallowed it back.If he came out at this time, wouldn't he be helping the princess and Miss Ding in the ring.Standing in line is best not to do it when the result is not yet clear.

Not afraid of god-like opponents, but afraid of pig-like teammates.

This half-toned princess is obviously Princess Qingcheng's pig teammate, and the old nanny was so angry that she wanted to go up and stuff her mouth.Princess Qingcheng was also so annoyed that she rubbed the handkerchief in her hand, but her face was still pretty, and she turned to look at Ding Wei on the opposite side.

"It's true that I didn't hear the girl write a poem just now. Wouldn't it be a pity to prepare the poems at home earlier. How about the girl recite it and use it as a loan from the palace, okay?"

Ding Wei was watching the play with great interest, but perhaps she didn't expect the limelight to suddenly turn here, she was a little surprised, and she declined, "Princess also knows, I was born in a peasant family, how can I know any poetry?"

"Miss Ding, don't be polite. If you don't know poetry, and you don't have much talent, how can the general entrust his eldest son to you to teach?"

The old nanny behind Princess Qingcheng was depressed for a long time, and finally found a chance at this moment, and immediately opened her mouth to help the master consolidate the victory.

"But, I really only learned a few words, and I don't understand poetry!" Ding Weixu felt a little anxious, and waved her hands vigorously.Gu Momo was about to speak when she saw this, but Yun Ying grabbed her sleeves when she didn't want to, she looked over suspiciously, but saw this girl winking with her.

Gu Nanny was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously turned her head to look at the master, only to realize that the master, whose face was so anxious that he wanted to cry, was playing a little trick of hiding his thumb with the little master under the table with his left hand.If she didn't understand that the master was playing tricks on the princess, she would have spent decades in vain.

Thinking like this, she didn't speak anymore, but her expression was still anxious and annoyed, and she worked extremely hard to help the master perform this big show well.

On the other side, the half-toned princess of the Sima family finally came in handy, spitting out sour words one after another.

"Oh, Miss Ding is too modest, is she still looking down on our princess? Today is a poetry meeting, is it true that Miss Ding didn't bring a single poem? Wouldn't that be too rude, even Madam Fang didn't look down on her?" In the eyes!"

From time to time, the old mammy also chimed in, "No, I heard that Miss Ding is the most courteous and obedient, and now she is making arrangements for all the food in the Marquis Wu's mansion."

The two sang together and cooperated tacitly, forcing Ding Wei to seem to have no other choice but to write poetry.Otherwise, he would really be labeled as a villain who does not know etiquette and deceives the master.

Lan Shuang, who had led Ding Wei in before, thought of Ding Wei's kindness and the exquisite purse in her sleeve pocket, and couldn't help whispering in Mrs. Fang's ear, "Ma'am, is Miss Ding coming to our house?" It's ugly, where is the general..."

Mrs. Fang shook her head to signal her not to speak, and finally continued to half lean on the soft couch to pretend to be wall flowers.Everyone was expecting Mrs. Fang to speak up to make a rescue, but they all lowered their heads when they saw her like this.In any case, with the Fang family standing in front of them, even if the general was annoyed and embarrassed, he would not be able to blame them.

Ding Wei took everyone's expressions into her eyes, and then looked at the master and servant opposite who were secretly proud, and the half-toned princess who jumped up and down, wishing to point her nose and scold her for not being worthy of a general, and finally let go of her son's little hand, She raised her eyebrows and asked, "The princess is admitting that she is not as talented as a peasant girl like me, and must I help write poems as punishment?"

Princess Qingcheng didn't know why, her heart jumped, and she vaguely felt that something was wrong, but it was too late to repent at this time.So, I could only nod my head slightly, "Please trouble Miss Ding to help."

The half-toned princess of the Sima family followed closely, and continued jokingly with her mouth curled, "Our princess is a talented woman known to everyone in Xihao, but she is not as good as Miss Ding? Miss Ding is really amazing, write a poem soon." Let everyone listen to one. We will also comment on one or two to see what outstanding poems a talented woman who is more powerful than a princess can make!"

"That's good, I really have a song here, please listen to the princess and princess."

Ding Wei smiled slightly, and recited casually, "Chun Mian doesn't wake up, I hear birds singing everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night, you know how many flowers fall."

Spring sleep, birds singing, wind and rain, flowers falling?
good poem!What a poem!
This time, even the female relatives who don't understand poetry can recognize the extraordinaryness of this poem, not to mention Mrs. Fang and a few women who really love poetry sat up straight with joy.

Looking at the princess's face, it was a little bit pale, but her pig teammate was still stupidly poking her lips and mocking, "Miss Ding really came from the valley. This poem is so straightforward. It's flowers and flowers. It’s a bird, but it sounds lively.”

Ding Wei blinked innocently, as if she really didn't understand, and asked doubtfully, "The princess thinks this poem is not good? Then shall I make another one?"

The half-toned princess was even more proud when she heard this, she waved her hands disdainfully, and responded as if giving alms, "Then make another one, this time don't put flowers and birds on the top. Composing poetry is not like making poems." The dish is so simple, why do you just throw everything into the pot?"

Ding Wei was not annoyed either. After listening to it with a smile, she recited another song, "People are idle and the osmanthus flowers fall, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moon rises to startle the mountain birds, and sometimes they sing in the spring."

After reading, she looked at the princess and the others again, her expression becoming more innocent, and she asked timidly, "Isn't this okay too? Is writing poetry really different from cooking? Isn't it enough to pile up the words together?"

The princess of the Sima family didn't understand what she was chanting at all, and she just said derogatoryly again, "Of course not, you are a cook, and if it's as simple as writing a poem, wouldn't all cooks be successful that day?" A great writer?"

"Oh, then I'll make one with apricot blossoms too?"

Ding Wei leaned on her chin with one hand, smiled and recited another poem, "Ying Lian's teeth imprinted with moss, the door of Xiaokou Chai will not be opened for a long time. The garden is full of spring, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall.

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Before everyone could react, she probably felt bad, and said again, "Oh, the last sentence has an apricot flower. Is it time for the princess to accuse me of plagiarizing Mrs. Fang's poem? Then I'll change it to a peach blossom poem." Right? In this door last year today, the face of the peach blossoms reflect each other red. I don’t know where the face is going, but the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.”

One is prepared in advance, two are fully prepared, three are coincidences, what about the four?Even if you find a great scholar to write it as a ghostwriter, it is impossible to write so many wonderful poems that are enough to be sung all over the world at one time!
What does this mean? It means that these poems were originally stored in the stomach of the person who exported them!
The half-warm spring breeze quietly blew in through the gaps in the screen, passed by the little ones, and finally woke up the stunned guests.

"This... Is this all written by Miss Ding?"

I don't know who was the first to ask everyone's aspirations. Ding Weixu was addicted, and she laughed more and more shyly. She pulled off her handkerchief and half covered her face, and replied in a low voice, "I'm usually bored when cooking, so I just think about it. The boredom is relieved. Is there something wrong? Is it not good to use peach blossoms? Then I will read a willow tree instead.' Jasper is made up to the height of a tree, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. February spring breeze Like scissors.' Now it's February, so this must be the right time, right?"

After finishing speaking, she turned to the half-toned princess again, "Wangfei is still satisfied. The poems that I, the cook, pondered like cooking in the kitchen are still pleasant to hear, but can they compare with the princess's talents?"

Even if the princess of the Sima family really crawled out of the pig's belly, she finally got the hang of it at this moment.

"You, are you kidding us?"

"Oh, what did the concubine say, I don't dare to do it. Didn't you force me to write poems all the time? You also said that my talent and learning must be higher than that of the princess. I couldn't bear to be disappointed, so I reluctantly wrote a few poems. Could it be the empress? If you are still not satisfied, how about some more songs?"

"you you!"

The half-toned princess became furious, and when she wanted to say something more, she was interrupted sharply by Princess Qingcheng.

I really didn't read the almanac today when I went out. I originally wanted to step on my rival, but in the end, I actually stretched out my face and offered to be smoked by others, or both positive and negative, and the noise was loud.

In front of so many female relatives, they must tell their family members when they go back, maybe before tomorrow, the whole capital will spread the word

The opening remarks of the gossip are all ready-made. Princess Qingcheng insists on her profound talents and knowledge, and if she makes things difficult for the cook, she will be humiliated instead.Or something a little more explosive, where the princess cook fights for a husband, and the face of a banished fairy turns into a pig's head...

The more Princess Qingcheng thought about it, the more her heart became blocked, and finally she couldn't hold back a mouthful of fishy sweetness and vomited on the snow-white handkerchief, like red plums, which made people frightened and pitiful.

(End of this chapter)