The Female Partner is the Most Beautiful, But the Male Lead is Not Worthy

Everyone was stunned.

The scene was quiet.

But then, a burst of boos came: "You said yes?"

"That's right, are you Princess Chen?"

"Why does Princess Chen appear here?"

King Chen's fief is in Seoul, not Sucheng. How could she come here hundreds of miles away?

What's more, she doesn't even have a decent maid by her side, which is even more disgusting.

Even though this dynasty is open, but in the impression of most people, the female relatives of powerful families still travel differently.

Not to mention the mighty, gorgeous carriages, soft sedan chairs, groups of maids, guards, head full of jewels, jade, veils that cover the face, curtain caps, there must be, right?

But look at her, the crimson dress is of outstanding material and well-cut, but she has no ornaments all over her body, so pure!

The thick blue silk of the crow crow is only pulled up with a golden step, and there is no other embellishment.

With a plain face, it is not hidden or hidden, and it is generously exposed in front of people.

Not like! It's not like it!

"Wait!" Someone suddenly said, "Princess Chen seems to be the jewel of our General Ji's palm. If it appears here, it may not be impossible."

Maybe come back to visit relatives?

"It makes sense." Another said, "Besides, Princess Chen is the daughter of a general, and her manners are magnanimous and unrestrained, and she has the spirit of our general."

When everyone looked at Shaoyin again, their eyes became more cautious.

If she isn't, that's all. But if she really is Princess Chen, the pearl of General Ji, then they must respect her!

"Of course I am!" Seeing them react, she believed her identity without her mentioning it, Shaoyin raised her head more and more proudly, and said, "Do you know how long it took my husband to write this poem? ?"

Without waiting for anyone to answer, she stretched out a finger and exaggeratedly said: "It's just a meal time! My husband only spent a meal time to write such a good poem for me!"

The expressions on everyone's faces were complicated.

Is there anything to be proud of? Who among them can't make a decent poem in the time of a meal?

So, is Chen Wang such a mediocre person, but he has a good face?

The husband and wife are one body. As Princess Chen, she is so proud and public that everyone does not think that Wang Chen is a low-key and humble character.

For a time, his perception of Chen Wang was different.

"Hmph, why do you need a meal? I only need a stick of incense to write a poem that is not inferior to this poem!" A young and competitive voice sounded from the crowd.

When Shaoyin heard the sound, he saw that it was a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old boy, with red lips and white teeth, clear and tender eyes, and at first glance, it was a child who had never been beaten.

She laughed.

"Lin Ran, shut up!" Next to the boy, someone pulled him with a hint of warning in his eyes.

What kind of competition with princes and nobles like Chen Wang? Do not die?

"I don't believe it!" Before waiting for the young man named Lin Ran to say anything, Shaoyin had already spoken first, with an arrogant expression.

"However, Ji Luanyin is not someone who can't afford to lose." She said, "In this way, you can write a poem on the spot, just like my husband did for me, with the subject of complimenting my appearance. If you If you really do better, I will reward you with one hundred taels of silver!"

She is a dignified princess, can't she afford to lose?

Lin Ran saw that she was magnanimous, and there was no gloom in her eyes, and she did not hesitate even more at the moment, and replied: "Okay!"

One dares to mention, one dares to respond.

It really frightened everyone in the teahouse.

But Lin Ran is a proud character, and others can't stop him. Soon, an open space was vacated, the table was assembled, and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were presented for him to play.

When you are thinking, it is best not to disturb others. So, everyone backed away, leaving silence and space to Lin Ran.

Shaoyin also retreated to the periphery. He found a chair and sat down, crossed Erlang's legs, and waited confidently.

Glancing at other people, she leaned back, and her flexible and slender body gave her a casual and unrestrained beauty.

He waved his hands and said, "You go too! I don't bully people. If you really write a better poem, the first place will be rewarded with 100 taels, the second place will be rewarded with 50 taels, and the third will be rewarded with 22 taels."

"Go!" She waved her hand with a look of indifference.

But everyone can see that she doesn't care because she is sure that King Chen will win.

With the big rewards ahead, many people are eager to move.

Someone whispered: "Princess Chen is the daughter of our general Ji, and she is definitely not a narrow-minded person. I can give it a try."

Someone else said: "What about King Chen? He has mediocre aptitude, but he has such a good face. If he loses..."

"The law does not blame the public." Some people said, "Princess Chen rewarded three people in total. Even if he is dissatisfied, he will not be all..."

Whispers rang out in the building.

Shaoyin had a smile in her eyes, crossed her hands in front of her, and swayed her toes leisurely.

Soon, someone boldly stepped forward, bowed his hands to Shaoyin, and said, "We are willing to compete. However, we are all high-ranking people, and we can't provoke the dignified King Chen. If we win, will the princess keep us safe and sound? ?"

Putting worry on the bright side is not a solution.

Many people moved their eyes and looked over.

With a surprised expression on Shaoyin's face, he sat up straight and frowned, "What do you say? Is Wang Ye such a stingy person? So many people wrote poems for me and praised my beauty, he was too happy to be happy. Guilty?"

After a pause, I still gave them a guarantee: "The winner, I will give them a famous post from the General's Mansion. If you have anything, you can go to the General's Mansion for help. Everyone should believe my father's character, right?"

"Happy madam!" The crowd exclaimed in unison.

No one doubted her identity now.

Just kidding, impersonating Miss Ji in Sucheng, it's really an old birthday star who hangs himself and becomes impatient.

"Come on." Shaoyin didn't care and waved to them.

As a result, the venue for writing poems is larger, and almost all the talented people in the building are gone. One by one with joy on their brows, eager to try.

Of course it is! Who would think too much money? Even if you only get the third place, you still have twenty taels of silver! They copy books for people, and the handwriting is very neat and beautiful. This queen concubine is simply here to spread the wealth!

A group of people are gearing up to earn Shaoyin's reward.

Shaoyin put her hand on her cheek and smiled at them with full of energy.

The young man named Lin Ran used to say that he could compose a good poem in a single stick of incense. So, when the time for a stick of incense came, he put down the pen, blew the ink, and then stepped forward to hand in the work.

Shao Yin held it in his hand, read it with a smile, and praised: "Okay."

But did not say no.

Lin Ran was not in a hurry, and stood aside with her hands in her hands.

Others have made good poems in just a stick of incense—it's not that hard! Princess Chen is so beautiful and forthright, it's so easy to write poetry for her!

However, no second person handed in the papers in a stick of incense. They are different from Lin Ran, they are older and more aware of the world. With Princess Chen's assurance, she is not very willing to offend Chen Wang. So, if you beat him, it's okay, if you beat him easily, you don't need it.

Everyone estimated the time of a meal, slowly put away the pen, and began to hand in the papers.

Someone asked: "I don't know how the princess judges the quality of poetry?"

It's not that they don't believe in her aesthetic vision, but they are worried that she and Chen Wangnai's husband and wife are unconsciously partial.

"Voting is all you need." Shaoyin raised her eyebrows. "Everyone votes, and I am no exception. The one with the highest number of votes will be the first, how about that?"

Everyone immediately praised: "The princess is bold!"

It's just too fair.

Call the second, as the teller, and then start voting.

In order to prevent everyone from only voting for themselves and making this vote meaningless, everyone has three votes to choose three outstanding works.

After some voting, the top three works were released soon.

Neither is Xiao Hanyu's poems.

There was no smile on Shao Yin's face. With a sullen face, he clutched the copied poems of Xiao Hanyu and the top three poems, his lips pursed tightly.

Everyone looked at her with a bad expression and dared not make a sound.

Looking at each other in dismay, Princess Chen will not default on her debts, will she?

Just when someone was about to ask aloud, Shaoyin spoke first: "Since this was voted by all of you, it must be fair, I agree."

The words fell, and the top three authors suddenly showed joy.

"However, I'm not convinced." Immediately, she raised her chin and said proudly: "This is just what my husband did casually. When I go back, ask him to compose another song. Tomorrow will be at this time. I will come back with a new song and compare it again. pass!"

At this time, everyone could see that Princess Chen really had a forthright and straightforward temperament, saying that one is one. From this, he also said loudly: "I am waiting for the princess to come again!"

Shaoyin went out without money, but during the waiting process, she had already sent someone back to the general's mansion to fetch it. At this moment, after dividing the reward silver, he took the award-winning poem and went home.

Let's leave aside how people discuss it. When she left the restaurant, a bright smile appeared on her face.

She will definitely help Xiao Hanyu become famous.

Back at the General's Mansion, Shaoyin did not go to the guest house.

She asked Xiao Hanyu to beg her to go.

At noon, Shaoyin and Lao Ji have lunch together. Seeing the servant come with a piece of paper, he said, "Miss, this is a poem written by my uncle."

"What poem?" Old Ji was curious and looked over.

Shaoyin took the paper, and while looking at it, she answered the old trick: "Just kidding him."

As soon as I heard it, I lost interest. That beast, eating an extra grain of rice is a waste, that is, he can still make his daughter happy, so the old plan will let him go.

Shaoyin lowered his head, glanced at the poem, pouted his lips, and handed the paper back: "Not good! Let him do it again!"

After speaking, pick up the chopsticks and continue to eat.

The servant returned with the poem. Hand it over to Xiao Hanyu, and said apologetically, "Miss is not satisfied."

If she is not satisfied, he has to do it again.

Can't eat lunch until she's satisfied.

bastard! absurd! Simply daring!

Xiao Hanyu was extremely angry, but there was nothing he could do. There is no one around him who can call him, he is under house arrest here, and he can't even send a message. It's just fish on the chopping board.

His handsome face was extremely ugly, he took the poem and tore it to pieces. Turning around and going back to the house, looking at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, I endured and endured, and decided to make another song.

A hero does not suffer from immediate losses, and he will get through this first.

He racked his brains and tried to come up with poems. Xu Shi was so hungry that gold stars appeared in front of his eyes. He was trying his best to think of the princess' bright face, but it always turned into steamed buns, flower rolls, steamed buns, roast chicken, drunk fish, roast lamb chops, sweet and sour pork ribs...etc. .

With a dizzy head, he had a majestic inspiration for the dishes, and he wrote a poem quickly.

When he put down his pen and looked at a piece of paper, he couldn't help but have a headache! What is this all about? What a mess!

But he was so hungry that he really didn't have the energy to make another song. He picked up the paper, walked straight out of the room, and handed it to the servant at the gate: "Take it!"

No matter whether she is satisfied or not, he will not wait for her!

With a sullen face, his anger was brewing to the extreme, and he threw his sleeves back to the house.

This time, Shaoyin didn't make it difficult for him. Xiao Yinyin took over the poem and asked someone to bring him lunch.

I have to say that Xiao Hanyu has become smarter. He knew her hard-heartedness, and if she didn't compose the third poem, she would never give him dinner soft-heartedly. So, at noon, he ate himself to the fullest.

In this way, even if you can't write the third poem, don't be afraid!

He had a great meal.

With his pampered stomach all the year round, he could endure hunger for a while and overeating for a while, and he couldn't bear it at all. Not long after eating, I started vomiting and diarrhoea, and frequently ran to the room.

"Uncle is ill?" Shaoyin received the report from the servant, thought about it and said, "Please ask him a doctor."

Anyway, a prince. Temporarily living in their general's mansion, but not asking for a doctor when he is ill, he can't justify it.

So, what Xiao Hanyu entered that night was a bowl of bitter concoction.

He still wanted to eat, but Shaoyin didn't show up from the beginning to the end, and asked him to speak to a servant, he couldn't wipe his face.

A night of hunger and discomfort inside and out was the most painful, humiliating, and dignified night Xiao Hanyu had ever lived.

The next morning, Shaoyin came to see him as usual.

"Yeah, lord!" She covered her mouth and exclaimed, looking at his eyes full of disbelief, "How did you become like this?"

Sloppy.

haggard.

Very handsome with only four points left.

So disappointing. There was no regret in her eyes, and even the obsession and love for him in the past seemed to have faded a lot.

Xiao Hanyu's heart moved, if she didn't love him anymore, wouldn't she be more cruel to him? Thinking of this, he pinched his palms and said in a hoarse voice, "Yinyin, you really hurt my heart."

Shaoyin blinked, looked at him and said, "Huh?"

"You are my princess, and I am husband and wife, but..." He said, his eyes drooping slightly, and his expression showed a bit of sadness.

Shaoyin continued to blink and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with me?"

Xiao Hanyu raised his head, pursed his dry lips, and said in a hoarse voice, "I was ill yesterday afternoon, but you didn't come to see me." There was disappointment on his face, "You don't have me in your heart, do you?"

"You don't have me in your heart." Shao Yin said in surprise.

Xiao Hanyu clenched his palms.

"Who said that?" His voice was even more hoarse, with a look of pain on his face, "I'm just, just—"

He was tense all over, as if he was saying something indescribable that made him extremely embarrassed: "I'm just not good at words!"

Ah.

Shaoyin's eyes welled up with ridicule.

What bad words? When he spoke to his sweetheart, it was a sweet talk in a different way.

The poems written for Luo Qingying are even thicker.

"Oh," she said dryly, "I know. So, aren't I helping you?"

Xiao Hanyu suddenly widened his eyes and raised his head in disbelief.

"Your Highness, look, it's still very effective." Shaoyin quickly resumed smiling, "I used to chase after you, to please you, to coax you, you don't even understand your heart, and you still feel that you hate me But now, don't you already understand that you actually like me, but you're just not good at words?"

She clenched her fist and gestured to him: "Come on!"

Then, turned away.

Xiao Hanyu called her from behind, but she didn't look back, just added: "Bring a bowl of porridge to Uncle."

Head up and leave.

Went straight out of the General's Mansion and went to the teahouse yesterday.

Take out Xiao Hanyu's new work yesterday.

"Compare again!"