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Everyone's eyes moved and finally fell on Su Qingwan's table.

Su Qingwan stood up and bowed in the direction of the princess.

"My daughter Su Qingwan meets Princess An Gu."

This time she did not get up in a hurry, but waited until Princess Angu asked her to stand up before she stood up straight.

"What did the princess ask her to do?"

"I do not know!"

Many women were whispering, wondering why Princess An Gu specifically mentioned Su Qingwan.

However, Su Qingwan knew clearly that Princess Angu's two most beloved nephews were Prince Rui and Prince Qi. She called her out at this moment probably because of the matter at Baoyue Tower.

"You look OK, please sit down."

After Princess An Gu looked at Su Qingwan, she asked her to sit down again.

"Thank you, Princess." Su Qingwan sat down directly after paying her respects.

Han Yue moved closer to Su Qingwan and asked curiously, "Did the princess wake you up just to see you?"

"That should be the case. She was looking at me just now." Su Qingwan said.

Han Yue sucked her cheeks, feeling that Princess An Gu would not do this for no reason, there must be other reasons.

Su Qingwan took a sip of peach blossom tea. What she did that day had definitely offended the two princes, but it didn't matter in the first place.

After Princess Angu said a few words expressing her admiration for the beautiful spring scenery and the blooming peach blossoms, she asked the palace maids to bring out the prizes for the Peach Forest Festival.

There are three prizes in total, namely a Langshan inkstone, a set of jeweled necklaces, and a rare ancient book.

As soon as these things were taken out, they caused an uproar.

"Sister Qingwan, which one do you want?" Han Yue looked at the three things and thought they were all good.

Su Qingwan also looked over, "Sister Yue'er, they are very valuable, right?"

"Superficial! How can those prizes be measured by money?" The lady sitting at the table next to Su Qingwan sneered with disdain on her face. She is indeed the daughter of a merchant. She only sees money in everything.

Su Qingwan asked back: "If you don't need money, what else can you use? Or do you think those prizes are worthless? Why don't you go talk to the princess."

“…I didn’t mean that.”

"Then shut up and stop talking nonsense. It makes you look like the only one with a mouth." Su Qingwan said this and didn't look at her anymore.

Han Yue came closer and praised, "Sister Qingwan is really amazing. She was able to make the granddaughter of Zhong Daxueshi speechless. You don't know that she is always aloof and arrogant. She despises people who talk nonsense the most."

Su Qingwan smiled when she heard this and said, "It's a disease and needs to be treated."

These words made Han Yue laugh again. If Princess An Gu had not been present, she would have laughed out loud.

"This poetry contest is divided into three themes. Ladies, please write poems for the three themes according to the three themes. The time limit is three incense sticks." The palace maid first explained the rules, then bowed to Princess An Gu and said:

"Princess, please give me a question."

Princess An Gu nodded, stood up and walked to the prepared desk, took the brush, and began to write on the paper.

After a moment, the pen was put down, and the palace maid hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the paper written by the princess and showed it to the ladies.

"The themes have been announced, they are Peach and Wind," the maid said loudly.

After seeing the theme, the ladies below were all stunned.

Aren't there supposed to be three themes? Why did the princess only give two, and no one asked why?

"Sister Qingwan, one less person." Han Yue said.

"Then leave it blank!" Su Qingwan didn't care much. She had no intention of writing well at all.

"Ladies, the incense is lit, please."

As soon as the palace maid finished speaking, the incense in the incense burner over there began to flicker with bright and dark lights.

All the women began to ponder. Su Yunrou only thought about it for a moment and then picked up the pen and started writing on the paper.

When she finished writing a poem and looked at Su Qingwan, she found that she was still supporting her chin with one hand.

Oh! What a talentless fool!

Han Yue had already started writing. After she finished, she turned around and looked at Su Qingwan. She hadn't even picked up the brush yet.

"How about I write it for you?"

Su Qingwan shook her head, "You can't cheat. I was just thinking about which song to copy."

"Cheat?" Han Yue was surprised and thought: You don't cheat, but you still want to cheat? Isn't that cheating?

"Well, this one will do."

Su Qingwan took the brush and started writing on the paper.

"The red peach blossoms are still tinged with the night rain, the green willows are still tinged with the morning mist. The fallen flowers have not been swept away by the children, the orioles are singing but the mountain dwellers are still asleep."

"You!" Han Yue was shocked by Su Qingwan's behavior after only reading the beginning.

It’s really plagiarism!

She had seen this poem in a poetry book in her father's study, and it was because of this poetry book that she believed that her old friend was here.

The theme of the next song is wind, and Su Qingwan also copied it.

"On a fine day, I went to the Si River to look for flowers. The boundless scenery was new for a moment. I could easily recognize the face of the east wind. The thousands of flowers in bloom always represent spring."

As for the last hidden theme left by Princess An Gu, Su Qingwan was not prepared to answer. She put down her pen and called the palace maid to come and take away the poems she had written.

The three incense sticks passed quickly. When the time was up, the palace maids took away the written papers in front of the girls regardless of whether the girls had finished writing or not.

These poems were sent to the judges behind the screen and were selected by three doctors from the Imperial College.

Everyone waited patiently, and after about a cup of tea, five poems with the theme of "Peach" were posted.

Han Yue saw that the poem that Su Qingwan 'copied' was also posted, and she couldn't help but worry. Could it be that the three doctors of the Imperial College had never seen this poem?

"Read them all to me." Princess An Gu ordered.

"Yes, Princess." After the maid bowed, she began to read.

After finishing the first poem, Su Qingwan saw Dong Qinshuang, the daughter of the prime minister, sitting opposite her, curl her lips and smile. She didn't expect that this poem would be used by her.

Han Yue frowned, how come besides Qingwan, there was another person who "copied" poems? She couldn't help but look at Dong Qinshuang. With Dong Qinshuang's knowledge, she shouldn't do this.

While Han Yue was daydreaming, the palace maid had already finished reciting the second poem.

Su Qingwan looked at Han Yue and said with a smile: "Sister Yue'er, your poem is really well written. I think one of those valuable prizes is already yours."

"How shameless!" Miss Zhong from next door added.

"There are so many people with bad mouths. What do you call that? Oh, they ask for trouble." Su Qingwan didn't even look at Miss Han and continued talking to Han Yue.

Han Yue covered her mouth and chuckled, then pulled Su Qingwan's arm, telling her to stop being angry with Miss Zhong.

At this moment, the palace maid on the stage finished reading the third poem. Su Qing raised his eyes and saw the Su sisters. Su Yuning was complimenting Su Yunrou, and Su Yunrou also had a smile on her face.

"My second sister's poems were also selected," said Su Qingwan.

Han Yue also looked at Su Yunrou and said, "Your second sister is already quite famous in the capital, so it's normal that her poems were selected."

At this time, Su Qingwan had finished reading the poem she had 'copied'. She suddenly stood up, and everyone's eyes turned to her in an instant.

Note:

"The red peach blossoms are still tinged with the night rain, the green willows are still tinged with the morning mist. The fallen flowers have not been swept away by the children, the orioles are singing but the mountain dwellers are still asleep."

——From Pastoral Music No. 6 by Wang Wei

"On a fine day, I went to the Si River to look for flowers. The boundless scenery was new for a moment. I could easily recognize the face of the east wind. The thousands of flowers in bloom always represent spring."

——From "Spring Day" by Zhu Xi