Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 165 Attentiveness (addition for the imperial concubine girl)
As soon as this poem came out, many boudoir ladies covered their faces and wept.

It's time for Fanghua's daughter's family, who doesn't have a man in his heart who can express his affection and comfort, but the thought of parting with the person he likes in the future can't help but add sadness.

Although Su Wanwan is heartless, but for some reason, this poem made her feel sad and cherish autumn.

After listening to this poem, a "monkey" popped out of my head inexplicably.

If he marries someone in the future
Angry eyebrows!

Marry whomever you like, what does it have to do with me!
After Lu Ziyu finished reciting the whole poem, he waved his sleeves and sat down generously.

That posture was as if he had just returned to the camp after a victorious battle.

There was a smile in Ying Su's cold eyes, and he raised his sleeve and tossed the brush in his hand, "It's dirty, get a new one."

The servant boy hurried forward and cleaned up the writing brush with a tip as hard as iron.

Ying Su turned around and sat in her seat with her robe lifted.

It seems that for the time being, he doesn't need the drama of the hero saving the beauty.

Yingyan's lips turned white with anger, she never imagined that the little bitch of the Lu family could write such an excellent poem.

Look at those noble ladies and gentlemen who are still carefully tasting poems.Ying Yan suppressed the anger in her heart, and smiled gently, "No matter how good the poem by Lu's lady is, it's still a stick of incense time, so it can't be considered a win."

Wang Ruofu's brows were raised high, and her face was clear and agreeable, "That's right! After a long time, it's inevitable that the poems will be more subtle." She smiled at Yingqi, and said calmly, "But this is not a win."

Ying Qi raised his eyebrows in surprise, not knowing why these two women confronted Mrs. Lu's family.

It makes some sense.

He played with the folding fan in his hand, and smiled casually, "Oh, this is troublesome." Frowning, he said in embarrassment, "Miss Lu's poems are very good, but it's too late .”

Lu Ziyu smiled to himself and remained silent.

She knew that someone would come to find her unhappiness.

In Taohuawu, everyone was amazed by the talents of the fourth wife of the Lu family.

That poem is so gorgeous!
But the rules have already been established, and it is inconvenient to help and talk too much right now.

"What do you think, Brother Nine Emperors?" Ying Qi threw the words to the people around him.

His tone was teasing, and no one could detect a hint of sinisterness in it.

Ying Su raised his jaw sternly, "This poem is not bad!"

What he said was not against his will, he was indeed taken aback by the poem written by his young lady.

Everyone was stunned, the Ninth Prince really didn't shy away from it at all.
Shi Yi's palm slapped his robe twice, and he stood up hesitantly, "I'm going to be bold."

He got out of his seat and bowed deeply to the three nobles above him, "Miss Lu's poem is wonderful, but the words are too light. On the contrary, the princess's poem is full of emotion."

Ying Yan didn't expect that the young master of the historian would actually speak for him, and there was a secret joy in his heart, but he felt aggrieved on the face, "It's still the young master of the historian who understands the rules."

Mingli replied shyly, thanking him, which aroused the sympathy of everyone.Secretly, he humiliated Lu Ziyu again with cynicism.

Yan Huaijin frowned, he stood up slowly, and said slowly, "If you give the Princess some more time, can the poems you really write surpass the Lu family's wife?"

Lu Ziyu glanced over lazily, she didn't expect that Young Master Yan could have such integrity.

Yan Huaijin didn't look at her, but Wen Qian looked at Yingyan.

This scene suddenly became interesting.

The two men rose up to fight for the poem written by Lu's Si Niang.

However, one is satirical and the other is flattering!
Yingyan was so ashamed and indignant at being choked by Yan Huaijin, she was about to ask questions when she heard what the Lord had to say.

"Young Master Historian is right. Si Niang's talent is indeed inferior to that of the princess." Lu Ziyu smiled shyly, "This game should be counted as the princess's victory."

Ying Su was caressing the sandalwood beads in his hand, and he couldn't help but froze when he heard the woman's sweet voice.

The thin lips hooked slightly, with some unclear meanings.

My own young lady, I guess I'm planning to play some tricks again.

Yingyan was surprised, she didn't expect the little bitch of the Lu family to be so submissive.Her withered and bitter mouth was a little bit up and down for a moment, and she looked strange.

Compared with the open-minded lady of the Lu family, Yingyan was portrayed as petty and narrow-minded.

Sitting embarrassingly on the futon, some won't be convinced.

When the noble ladies and gentlemen in Taohuawu looked at Yingyan's pretty face again, they couldn't help thinking more.

"咚咚咚" one short and two long bells.

The second round of poetry competition has begun.

Shi Yi smiled at Yingyan and hurried back to his seat.Flicking his wide sleeves, he thought it would show off a bit of heroism.

When he left the mansion today, his father urged him to win the princess's favor.In the future, it is better to propose marriage with the Queen Mother.

In recent years, the momentum of historians is not as good as before.The daughters who get married are all low-married, and the sons-in-law have little literary talent, and they have not been reused by saints for a long time.

After all the calculations, this thought still fell on Princess Yingyan.

Although this princess is an orphan, she is deeply loved by the queen mother and saints. If she can marry into the historian's family, it will be more smooth for the court in the future.

Shi Yi had heard of Yingyan's talent and name a long time ago.Today, he is even more determined to win the heart of a beautiful woman.

Therefore, he dared to take the risk to speak for Princess Yingyan.

Now the second round, men and women fight each other.

Shi Yi boasted that he was unparalleled in talent and learning, and it was actually not difficult to win this round.But he made up his mind, intending to let the princess challenge himself when he succeeds in defending the ring.

He pretended that he couldn't write a poem, and took advantage of the situation to give Ying Yan the winner of the second round.

The clumsy technique of carving captured the hearts of the beauties, but this plan was slammed.

As soon as the bell rang, Shi Yi, with his hands behind his back, took the lead and said loudly, "The gold armor and silver helmet are frosted immediately, and the sky in the northern part of the city is as cold as wine. Nostalgia for the past is loud and loud, and the bright moon shines in the cold light."

This is a poem of consolation from the war, majestic and magnificent, with a sad and bitter artistic conception.

Lu Ziyu raised his eyebrows and smiled in surprise.

It seems that Shi Yi has some skills, he must have practiced this poem for a long time.

But it's absolutely unacceptable to use her as a stepping stone to curry favor with Yingyan.

Do you really think her Lu family's fourth mother is a persimmon?
Shi Yi's poem was completed and won a lot of applause.

Since he wrote war poems, those who fought with him had to write poems with the same theme.

The sons and daughters don't find it difficult, but the daughters' families are all frowning.

They sing some flowers on weekdays, love or something is fine, if it is stained with bloody things, it is really a headache.

After listening to Shi Yi's poem, the sons couldn't help picking their thumbs secretly.

As expected of the eldest grandson of Tai Tuo, this poetic accomplishment is really amazing.

Since it is a fight, one person can replace a group of sons.The princes and buddies in the banquet didn't have to fight with Shi Yi anymore, and they all looked at the ladies who were their opponents with smiles on their faces.

For a long time, no one dared to respond.

Lu Ziyu looked sideways slightly, and secretly glanced at Yan Huaijin.She knew that this person had just won the second place in the list a few days ago, and his thesis knowledge should be no worse than Shi Yi's.

Why don't you see him write a decent poem?
Yan Huaijin seemed to have noticed something, and raised his clear eyebrows and looked towards her.

Nodding his head and smiling warmly, he is comparable to the bright moon.

Lu Ziyu wasn't embarrassed to be caught.Squeezing the tea to his lips and sending it to his lips, he slowly closed his eyes.

The actions of the two were completely watched by Fang Yuetong.The pen holder in her hand was almost broken by her.

"Does the princess want to attack?" Shi Yi asked Chao Yingyan attentively.

Yingyan is a clever person, and immediately understood that the young master of the Shi family was trying to curry favor with her.If he can win this game, he will still win this year's Peach Blossom Poetry Banquet.

Although that little slut from the Lu family has literary talents, as long as she can come out on top, who in Beijing will remember her?

Unknowingly, Ying Yan raised her body, with a slight smile on her lips.

Just as I was about to write a poem out loud, I heard bursts of delicate voices in my ears.

"Si Niang has a good poem, I wonder if the historian would dare to continue it?"

　If you are also a concubine girl, then we are good friends
　　
　
(End of this chapter)