Beautiful concubine: cold king's genius concubine

Mu Yun looked around and found that some people had begun to write after the completion of the Minister of rites, and looking at the posture, the poetry was definitely not short! It looks like writing "spring snow in Qinyuan".

And some people, Mu Yunlu also noticed that their eyes passed the emperor intentionally or unintentionally. It seems that these people, like her, thought of this problem.

As for this proposition, whether it is true or just a proposition, or whether it is intended to test something, Mu Yunyu doesn't intend to guess. After all, what she wrote is just a limerick

The time of a incense stick passed, and everyone stopped writing and waited for the Guozijian students to recite their masterpiece.

And this number one player

"Muyun!! Muyun!! Muyun!!" Ye Qing stood up and shouted three times, almost whistling.

It's just that she is the only one in the whole competition, whether it's the people who compete or the people who watch the competition, who supports Mu Yunlu's poetry so much!

"Come on, read!" Mu Yunlu handed the paper directly to the Guozijian students. The Guozijian students really didn't want to see the paper in their hands, and they looked disgusted.

But it's no use to dislike it. With a face, he picked up the paper in his hand. At this look, his eyes widened!

His expression made the people below despise it. It seems that he must have written another "world shaking masterpiece". But people are so strange. They know that what Mu Yunyi wrote must be unpleasant, but they just want to hear it. What a wonderful doggerel she wrote in the end!

The Guozijian students turned to look at Muyun, and then fell on the paper in their hands. The expression on their face changed from dislike to complexity. The people below were itchy.

"Cough." the Minister of rites coughed twice. The Guozijian students immediately corrected their attitude and opened their mouth to read.

"I have a room with four broken walls.

There is a moon above the head and cockroaches under the feet. "

As soon as I finished reading, someone directly laughed. Among them, Princess Yongle was the most. Even if the emperor was still sitting next to her, she laughed out of image.

"It's so funny. If you can write such poems, don't you feel ashamed?" Princess Yongle really couldn't help laughing with tears.

However, with a smile, the surrounding voice calmed down. Princess Yongle felt wrong even if she was heartless and heartless. Before she stopped, someone around her made a low voice, "Yongle, where's your royal etiquette?"

The smile on Princess Yongle's face immediately solidified. She put her hands and feet in order, sat down in the chair, bowed her head, like a primary school student waiting to be trained.

"Yongle, can you tell your father what you're laughing at?" the emperor's voice still didn't improve, still with low pressure.

Yongle bit her lips and didn't dare to talk, but her silence doesn't mean that the emperor let her go, "say."

A simple and rough word made Yongle tremble. "Father... Yongle thinks this poem... Can't be regarded as a poem."

"Oh, why?" the emperor asked.

"Because the proposition of this round is clearly home, where she wrote is home... Where someone's home is like this..." Princess Yongle said without cutting her face.

The emperor said meaningfully, "you also know that this round of proposition is home."