Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

Xiao Yi, dressed in dark blue brocade, stood up. He didn't fly up to the stands in a few steps like others, but walked towards the stands step by step with the scent of books.

Lan Yi saw Xiao Yi walking calmly and composedly, just like a piece of unpolished jade, gentle and elegant, and his fox-like eyes were a little similar to hers, but his eyes were more clean and wise.

She slightly suppressed the contempt and disdain in her eyes and asked with a smile: "Who are you?"

Xiao Yi stood still on the stand and nodded slightly to Lan Yi: "Xiao Yi, the eldest son of Ruyang Palace."

Lan Yi was slightly surprised: "I didn't expect you to be the Xiao Yi who just came back to life!"

Lan Yi has liked good-looking men since she was a child, such as Jun Yichen, and the man in front of her, Xiao Yi, is also good.

But in comparison, she still prefers Jun Yichen's appearance.

Lan Yi smiled and said, "Xiao Yi, how do you want to compete with me in calligraphy?"

Xiao Yi automatically ignored the naked malicious look in Lan Yi's eyes and said politely, "I am not talented, but I want to compare poems with the young lady."

Lan Yi raised her eyebrows. Actually, her martial arts skills were quite powerful, but for Wen, they were really not that good.

But the Lan family is a thousand-year-old family, and any book in the Lan family's library can surpass the books in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.

So Lan Yi felt that even though her literary skills were not good enough, she was more than capable of dealing with the students of Dong Zhou.

Lan Yi: "Then let the eldest prince Xiao start first."

Xiao Yi was not as polite as Jun Minhuai, but directly started to write a poem.

"On a snowy winter night in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, soldiers at the border fought bloody battles.

The cries are stained with blood, who can see it?

The palace welcomed the distinguished guests and feasted with fish, meat, wine and meat.

The nobleman's achievements were so great that everyone was panicking.

I ask the king, who in the world can stop us? All we need is swords and horses to fight without boundaries."

After listening to Xiao Yi's poem, Lan Yi's face darkened slightly, and her beautiful eyebrows knitted tightly.

Everyone was silent!

Xiao Yi first talked about the soldiers who fought bloody battles on the frontier, and then talked about today's extremely luxurious banquet.

Then he pointed out the blueprint that the Lan family had drawn for the Eastern Zhou Dynasty and Emperor Wen Zhao.

In conclusion, the world should still rely on one's own ability, strong soldiers and abundant talents, which is the hard truth.

So sometimes, the writing of literati is like an invisible sword, which can pierce people's heart.

Lan Yi couldn't come up with a response to Xiao Yi's poem.

Lan Yi understood the meaning of the poem and just smiled faintly: "Xiao Da Shizi is really good at writing!

Lan Yi can't match this poem.

But how can Prince Xiao say that my Lan family is drawing a blueprint for your Eastern Zhou Dynasty?

Isn't it because Xishang became powerful that he needed the help of the Hua family, one of the four great families?"

Xiao Yi nodded slightly towards Lan Yi and said, "Miss Lan, you are worrying too much. I am just writing a poem and I don't have any other intentions."

Then he said, "If Miss Xiao can't answer this poem, then I will write another one, how about that?"

Lan Yi actually hated these literati, but since Xiao Yi said so, she also wanted to see what poems he would come up with next, so she nodded and said, "Okay, you go ahead."

"The east wind blows the white grass to the ground, the snow flies in the cold winter, the whistling wind blows, and the ice is thousands of feet high. If the fate of the country is in the hands of others, how can the power of the emperor in the imperial capital come?"