When Xiao Jiaojiao got married, the crippled king stood up and pampered her.

Although Rong Ji teaches, Rong Ji is a man after all, so it is very inconvenient in many cases.

And in the future, she will inexplicably know a lot of poems and songs, which can easily arouse suspicion.

If you learn from Madam Hua Ying, everything will be the same...

"What? Don't want to?"

Hua Ying thought of the man's instructions and emphasized: "You have to be willing if you don't want to. The pig that I, Hua Ying, likes must be taught!"

Yun Jinghuang:...

He said she was a pig, but for the sake of learning and progress, she accepted it.

She explained: "Of course I do! I was so happy just now. From now on, Mrs. Lao Huaying will guide me in everything!"

She cupped her fists and saluted.

Huaying's eyes fell on her white hands, then looked at her face, and he understood instantly.

She said how could that person be as good as Long Yang? It turned out to be a delicate little girl...

Huaying told her a lot of knowledge and made an appointment so that she could take some time to visit the school.

After Mrs. Huaying left, Yun Jinghuang was still a little unable to recover.

I meet Mrs. Hua Ying out of nowhere and I want to teach her how to read and write?

What great luck!

When she turned back, she found that the wind was very strong. She didn't know when the wind blew away the note she wrote: "There will be times when the wind breaks through the waves, and the sails hang straight to the sea."

I looked around and couldn't find it anywhere.

It happened that Rong Ji came back with exquisite pastries, and it was almost dark.

Yun Jinghuang saw a bunch of shadowy figures at the foot of the hillside and said to Rong Ji:

"Prince Rong, please send someone to help me find a piece of paper to write on.

If you can’t find it, go…”

The two left Qin Yunhe.

at the same time.

riverside.

Yun Xiaoxiao came to pick up Yun Jingge when she suddenly saw a piece of paper floating down from the hillside next to her.

She picked it up and looked at it, and saw the crooked font on it saying:

"There will be times when the wind and waves break, and the sails will be hung straight to help the sea."

Although the font is ugly, this poem!

This verse is simply amazing! It’s completely enough to crush Yun Jinghuang’s poem!

How much talent does it take to write such a wonderful poem?

When Yun Xiaoxiao raised her eyes, she happened to see a white figure leaving the pavilion on the hillside.

Yun Xiaoxiao quickly ran towards the main road, wanting to see who could write such a quatrain.

But when they got there, they didn't see anyone. They only saw Yun Jingge, dressed in white, being helped by Chunlan into the carriage.

Yun Jingge's beautiful clothes were all taken away by Yun Jinghuang, and she was dressed a little plainly today.

Although it is not so fairy-like, it still has a sense of seclusion in the mountains that ordinary people don't have.

Yun Xiaoxiao frowned, stepped forward and asked:

"Sister, did you write this poem?"

When Yun Jingge took it, his eyes suddenly changed.

This poem!

How could someone write such a poem!

She asked carefully: "Where did you come from?"

"I just saw someone in white clothes in that pavilion. He seemed to be about the same size as you. He came down from the pavilion over there."

Yun Xiaoxiao thought, apart from Yun Jingge, everyone in the world likes to wear white clothes, so no one can write such a poem, right?

As for the word ugly...

Maybe it was because she was cold, so she asked the maid to write it for her?

Yun Jingge closed his eyes and put the paper into his sleeve.

"Xiaoxiao, don't mention this to outsiders."

Seeing her like this, Yun Xiaoxiao obviously recognized her.

And poetry has always been kept secret. If someone knew it in advance, wouldn't others steal the limelight?

She was even more full of admiration: "Sister, you are really amazing! I have never seen such a bold poem! You are the god in my heart!

You said that we are both from the Prime Minister's Palace, why are you so talented, but I can't think of any poems? "

When I mention her, I sigh and envy: "How wonderful it would be if I were as stunning and talented as you."

Yun Jingge felt slightly uncomfortable and just said: "Everyone has his or her own strengths. Sister Xiaoxiao, there is no need to belittle yourself."

She also changed the topic and reminded: "It's getting dark and the city gate is about to close."

"Yeah! We have to go back!"

Yun Xiaoxiao got on the horse, looking quite heroic, charming and arrogant.

She is proud to have a sister like Yun Jingge.

Yun Jingge was served by five maids and got into the carriage.

The servants of the Prime Minister's Mansion protected him, and Yun Xiaoxiao also escorted him on horseback.

The lineup is huge, and it makes the jade carriage look noble and noble. No one can come near.

In fact, Zhao Ruhui also gave birth to a son, Yun Huanran, the fourth son of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Originally, on such occasions, Yun Huanran led people to pick up Yun Jingge.

But Yun Huanran was a bit out of shape, so Zhao Ruhui spent a lot of money to send him to Donghong Piyong Academy for five years of closed teaching, and he could only be released after he changed his appearance.

For things like picking up and dropping off, Yun Xiaoxiao, who knew martial arts, volunteered.

Yun Xiaoxiao didn't have any objection at all. She admired Yun Jingge and was happy to escort Yun Jingge.

She can knock out anyone who dares to bully Yun Jingge with one punch!

in the carriage.

Yun Jingge took the paper and looked at it carefully.

There was obvious confusion and depth in her eyes.

This poem will definitely make Yun Jinghuang come down from the Immortal Tower.

But this is someone else’s poem…

What to do if you are exposed...

Tomorrow is the last day.

There's still one night left...

Yun Jingge carefully rubbed the paper in his hand.

Lantern Festival.

This is the most prosperous day of the year.

Even though it has experienced war, even though it is much worse than in previous years, the imperial capital of Changling City is still relatively prosperous and prosperous on the surface.

There are red lanterns hanging all over the streets, people coming from north to south congratulate the New Year, and the sound of firecrackers can be heard from time to time.

And Wenchang Street is even more noisy than ever.

Today is the last day of this year’s poetry conference.

If no one can answer the question, Yun Jinghuang will be the most talented girl this year!

How can such a idiot become the number one talented woman?

People all gathered around the Dengxian Tower, looking forward to:

"Why hasn't anyone come to couplets yet?"

"Are all the literati and poets in Eastern Qin stumped by this idiot?"

"No, no, no!"

Some people couldn't help but say: "How can someone who can come up with such a poem be a idiot?

Maybe we have never known Miss Yun Er before, or maybe she didn't show off her talents before. "

"Yes, what real idiot can come up with such a poem?"

"I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back again after all the money I have spent. Such a poem is enough to make everyone kneel down and recognize her as a poet! A fairy of poetry!"

There are talented people who are impressed by this poem and sincerely pursue and admire it.

Li Zhuifeng and a group of people came over, followed by a large group of servants.

He couldn't help but snort coldly: "Tsk, an illiterate piece of trash who got so lucky for some reason that you actually called her a poetry fairy? A poetry saint?"

"Everyone, have your brains been gnawed by pigs, or have you been fed shit? Don't insult the poetry world!"

"Bah! You're just out of your mind!"

Some people who did not want to deal with Li Zhuifeng, the son of aristocratic families, retorted on the spot:

"With your brain, Li Zhuifeng, you wouldn't be able to come up with such a poem even if you were just lucky!"

"You lost so miserably in the last bet, and you still have the nerve to talk nonsense?"

"You're still talking about shitty luck. Let Miss Yun, the lady you're protecting, have shitty luck?"

"She hasn't shown up yet. Can you really imagine that she is still a coward now?"

"Try saying something to me again!"

The folding fan in Li Zhuifeng's hand immediately pointed at him, his face full of anger:

"Who said Miss Yun is a coward? She just hasn't come yet!"

"She is unparalleled in the world. She will definitely think that she will never lose to a idiot!"

The people following him also said: "There is still a whole day left, why are you so anxious? Are you so anxious as to jump over the wall?"

"You bastard, who are you talking about jumping over the wall in a hurry?"

"Yun Jingge cannot hold on to her position as the number one talented woman who has been re-elected for eight years, so you are the ones who come out and jump over the wall in a hurry, embarrassing yourself!"

A group of people started arguing with each other by saying something to each other.

Li Zhuifeng was really angry, so he immediately got on the carriage and rushed to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

He must ask Yun Jingge to come out as soon as possible! Convince those dogs!

Arriving in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Li Zhuifeng calmed down his anger.

He was a man and could not enter the inner room, so he simply said to the guard at the door:

"Go and tell Miss Yun quickly. Everyone outside is laughing at her, saying that if she can't think of a poem, she will lose to a idiot!

She also said that her eight-year re-election legend was really going to be broken by a idiot. A vulgar person like Yun Jinghuang would become the number one talented woman this year! "

The guard had to go to the Winter Garden and convey the original message to the maid guarding the door.

The maid conveyed it to Yun Jingge.

Yun Jingge was walking in the plum garden, trying to find that glimmer of inspiration.

She was already so restless thinking about it, how could she expect to hear such words again!

There was a crack in the face that had always been as beautiful as a fairy.

Re-elected for eight years... lost to a concubine who has no place on the stage...

She narrowed her eyes and ordered:

"Chunlan, dress up."

Chunlan hurriedly stepped forward and asked with stars in her eyes:

"Miss, have you thought of it?"

The corners of Yun Jingge's Qinggui lips curled up slightly: "It's just a slightly difficult poem."

She entered the house first, placed the paper on the candle, and lit it.

The paper burned instantly, turning to ashes without leaving any trace.