The unlucky county princess and the crown prince

"The first contest begins."

Pen, ink, paper and inkstone have already been ready, one on the left and one on the right. They asked to write a poem in a fragrant time to express their admiration for Miss He.

Jia Xie takes a glance at Lin Guiyuan, with a twinkling of hostility in his eyes. He Shuhui's status is different from that of the past, and her own style is also outstanding. After a little thought, he quickly wrote a poem on the white paper.

Lin Guiyuan stares at the white paper, but he hasn't written for a long time. To he Shuhui, he can't say a thousand words. Jia Xie's words are not wrong. How magnificent he was, how heartbroken he is now.

As time went by, the paper in front of Lin Guiyuan was still blank. Some people couldn't see it any more and cried out, "Mr. Lin, time is coming."

Lin Guiyuan's expression was shocked. He suddenly mentioned his pen and wrote with great effort. It was not difficult for him to write poems. What was difficult was how to move he Shuhui's frozen heart.

"It's hard to be water, but Wushan is not cloud. Take the flower cluster lazy review, half edge cultivation, half edge Jun

When he finished writing, it was just time for him to make a fragrance. Immediately someone hung up the poems written by the two young masters. Jia Xie's poem was that the ten mile Pinghu Lake was covered with frost, and every inch of green silk was worried about the Chinese New Year. To protect the moon, we only admire the mandarin ducks, but not the immortals.

It's a gift to miss he Shuhui.

To be fair, the literary talent of the two CHILDES is good, and the two poems are very moving. Although Lin Guiyuan's talent is obviously better, the judgment of this scene is he Shuhui herself. She says that whoever is good is good.

"Here comes Miss He."

He Shuhui, who was dressed in a white dress, was also quite beautiful. She ignored the eyes of the people, stood in front of Chu Yao and gave him a slight nod.

The granddaughter of the old Marquis was very magnanimous. Chu Yao had a gentle smile on her face. "Come on, send the poem to miss he and let Miss He judge it."

He Shuhui's eyes glanced at Jia Xie's poems, and then fell on Lin Guiyuan's poems. Although Wu mountain is not a cloud, it's a pity that it's all gone, and what she lost can never be found again.

Lin Guiyuan pursed his lips tightly, and his eyes were deeply fixed on he Shuhui. He had never found her so beautiful before.

It's not the amazing beauty of the princess's cousin, but the charm of years. In terms of talent, he can certainly surpass Jia Xie. The problem is, he knows very well that he Shuhui is no longer that crazy woman. Is she willing to give herself a chance?

On the surface, Jia Xie is sure to win, but on the bottom of his heart, he is also nervous. He Shuhui's heart is feminine. If he Shuhui's heart is soft for a moment and Lin Guiyuan's hypocrisy moves her, things will not be good.

All the people hold their breath and stare at he Shuhui without blinking. If anyone blinks his eyes carelessly, he may miss a good play. The huge martial arts arena is silent, and everyone's eyes are staring at he Shuhui.

In the public attention, he Shuhui didn't look at Jia Xie or Lin Guiyuan. She just took a deep breath and met Chu Yao's searching eyes. "I prefer the poems of master Jia."

He Shuhui's words immediately caused a small commotion. However, when you think about it carefully, although there were some accidents, it is also reasonable. Lin Guiyuan's humiliation of he Shuhui was well known in the capital. Now it's not easy to go back?