Waste materials against the sky: the emperor's only favorite daughter-in-law

Chapter 166 The first match

An Zeya was leaning on the cushion and closing her eyes to calm her nerves, listening to the noisy crowd outside, her pair of red phoenix eyes slightly opened to reveal a dangerous signal, she only felt disgusted in her heart: "Li Feifei just wants this feeling of being under the spotlight."

The sedan chair just arrived at its destination.

An Zeya opened the car curtain and everyone took a deep breath.

An Zeya, who was wearing a purple dress, was extremely elegant, and her phoenix eyes were light, making her even more charming.Those involved were unintentional, but they stole the hearts of many young men present.

Of course An Zeya would not pay attention to the inferior people, and walked in without squinting.

Next, the Li family, the Ouyang family, etc., and the ladies of the major families came to the scene one after another.

An Mujin came in the middle. Although she came to participate as the princess of Jinwen, she told her servants to keep things simple before coming. The appearance and everything are just clouds, and the competition is the key.Therefore, An Mujin's sedan chair is the most inconspicuous among the sedan chairs built by many families.

An Mujin is wearing a dark blue coat today, with red lines on a black background around her waist, lightly drawn crescent eyebrows, lightly painted lips, and a little makeup. On her fair skin, there is a pair of beautiful and absolutely powerful aura that is not angry and self-assured. I was shocked, how could a woman have such a killing and decisive spirit.

Before getting off the sedan chair, everyone wondered who was so stingy and didn't arrange a good sedan chair for the young lady. As a result, when An Mujin got off the sedan chair, everyone's eyes were attracted by her, and they couldn't move away.

What a fairy girl this is, what a mighty girl this is, even with superficial words, I can't describe her face at all.Everyone stared at her blankly. A little girl held a windmill in her left hand and pulled her mother's trousers with her right hand, and said in a clear and sincere voice, "My sister is so beautiful."

The voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and it happened to be heard by An Mujin who was passing by.

An Mujin was stunned for a second, then turned her head to look at the little girl, a smile spread from the corner of her mouth, and smiled at her.

I heard everyone present gasp again.

An Mujin of Jinhualou has been here several times, but today seems to be very different.

The banquets that were usually placed in the center of the hall were removed, and a new low-rise platform was set up, covered with carved carpets. Under the platform, there were neatly arranged gorgeous low tables and bases with hollow patterns.

The beaded curtains on the railings upstairs were also opened, mostly as viewing seats for dignitaries and nobles.

After An Mujin came in, the ladies in front had already taken their seats, sitting at the low table, and the maids were waiting on the master.

She suddenly had a sense of being Miss World, but the nature was similar.

When the waiter saw An Mujin, he went up and politely invited her to the table.

She nodded and followed the waiter to sit in the third seat behind An Zeya.

An unknown lady from behind An Zeya was very mocking when she saw An Mujin. When she raised a question, she lowered her voice and leaned forward to ask An Zeya: "Miss An, isn't this your older sister? Now that she's the princess, it's considered a princess." It's half a phoenix."

This young lady is also willful and naive, she probably didn't think much about the infighting in the palace.

An Zeya turned her head to look at An Mujin in surprise when she heard the words, and she saw that the person was sitting in front of the low table, and there was no abnormality on her face. Isn't she sick?Why is it here?But now she can't run to grab her collar and question her on the field.

He glanced at the young lady angrily, turned around and stopped talking.The poor lady was stared at and trembling all over. An Zeya had outstanding talent since she was a child, and her charming nature and An Mo's departure had already been praised by her family. She really has a bad temper.

When An Zeya thought of the scene of An Mujin and Jun Lintian laughing at Yanyan, she felt distressed, but now she is beautiful, she already has all the honors, and she doesn't deserve to have any princess or princess!This hateful woman!An Zeya misses An Mujin in every possible way in her heart, just watch, since she let her go, today she will beat her to the ground, this is all because of herself!

When An Mujin was still in the Hou Mansion, she had poisoned her for several months in a row. Now the poison has been in her body all the time, and it came in handy today.

Li Feifei also saw An Mujin, and there was a glint of ferocity in his eyes, but it disappeared soon.

Seeing the shaking of her hand, the tea almost overflowed, the maid next to her lowered her head in panic.

An Mujin was at ease, she didn't notice anything, she naturally took a sip of the tea that Shuiyue handed her, and let her come over if she wanted to.

After all the contestants and guests were present, the host took the manuscript up to read the opening speech with a joyful face.

The content is probably the official speech of welcoming everyone to participate in the annual Miss Royal Competition, followed by the introduction of the rules of the competition, and finally explaining that the competition will start after half a stick of incense.

After he finished speaking, all the maids began to help the master grind the ink.

The first is a written test.

The organizer will distribute the pictures and compose poems according to their own understanding of the pictures. There is no prescribed form for poems, and words or poems are fine, as long as you express your own opinions.

Banzhuxiang was about to arrive, and the waiters took the test questions and stood next to the young ladies, and handed the things in their hands to the maids, who then spread them out for the young ladies to see.

When An Mujin saw the picture, she was taken aback.

This is a landscape painting. In the painting is a quiet mountain forest. A gravel road winds down from the mountain. The light and shadow are well controlled. It must be a master's pen. The picture depicts the scene after dusk, smudged Intoxicating orange light.

Too simple and too quiet, but it makes people unable to start.

An Mujin began to frantically search for the ancient poems she had memorized in her previous life.

Fortunately, this is a superficial dynasty, so I probably don't know Li Bai and Du Fu!

She has been out of touch with school for too long, and she has almost forgotten all the knowledge she had when she was young.Before coming to the competition, she listed all the poets she remembered from her previous life, and there seemed to be a poet who was good at landscape painting and poetry, what was his name!

An Muqin tried her best to think back, and a certain word flashed in her mind. She remembered that she had an agent whose name was very similar to him. Wei... yes!

Two words!The surname is... Wang!

That is Wang Wei, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. He has many landscape paintings and poems. Which one should we choose?
The quiet forest, the small stone road with no trace, and the large swath of light and shadow.

She seemed to have thought of it, rolled her eyes, picked up a brush and dipped it in ink, raised her hand and wrote down the poem she "made".

Shuiyue rubbed ink beside her, watching An Mujin write, her expression changed from dazed to surprised, the girl's writing skills are so good!Why didn't she expect this to be the case!

An Mujin handed in the papers ahead of time, causing the other ladies who were still thinking hard to panic.

The scene at this moment made her return to the time when the organization studied and trained in a trance. At this time, the whole organization answered the questions quietly. Everyone scratched their heads and scratched their cheeks.

(End of this chapter)