Learn a magical skill every year, and start with Xiao Li Fei Dao

Zhang Xue came to the Queen Mother, knelt down, and bowed respectfully: "Granddaughter Zhang Xue, I wish you a happy birthday every year."

Before the Queen Mother could speak.

Zhang Lingmai couldn't wait to shout: "Seventh sister, why did you come here without anything? Did you forget to prepare a gift for the Queen Mother?"

As soon as this was said, everyone looked at Zhang Xue, with different eyes, some were playful, some were worried, some were gloating, and so on.

Zhang Xue ignored Zhang Lingmai at all, as if she heard a dog barking, and didn't even look at her.

This made Zhang Lingmai very angry.

The thing that people can't stand the most is being ignored.

Even ordinary people can't stand it, let alone Zhang Lingmai, the extremely noble ninth princess.

Just about to get close to her face and open it.

At this time, Emperor Jing spoke up, smiling and saying, "Xiao Qi, what's wrong with you? You came up empty-handed. Did you forget to prepare a gift for your grandmother?"

"It's okay if I forgot. I'm very happy to see Xiao Qi. I don't care whether you give me a gift or not." The Queen Mother said with a smile.

To be honest, as a veteran of the Daqian royal family for three dynasties, and a Queen Mother for more than 40 years, she has seen everything.

She is really not interested in gifts.

Zhang Xue could ignore Zhang Lingmai, but she couldn't ignore Emperor Jing: "Father, the gift I prepared for my grandmother today is a poem."

"Oh." Emperor Jing became interested, "What poem??? A birthday poem?"

"No." Zhang Xue shook her head: "It's a poem about plum blossoms."

Hearing this, the Queen Mother was stunned for a moment and laughed: "Poems about plum blossoms are good. There are countless flowers in the palace, but I only love plum blossoms. Xiaoqi, please read it to me!"

As the daughter of a noble family.

The Queen Mother's poetry level is not to be underestimated. She is a very talented woman.

Looking at Zhang Xue, who was the focus of everyone's attention, Zhang Lingmai frowned. His little fists were clenched. Damn it, this woman is going to start pretending again. It's always like this. She always sensationalizes like this.

I really hate it.

I hope your poem is mediocre and causes laughter.

Zhang Lingmai began to pray silently in his heart.

In such an occasion, if the poem is not good, people will laugh at it.

If Zhang Xue wrote a mediocre poem, her status in front of the Queen Mother and Emperor Jing would definitely be -20...

Therefore, Zhang Lingmai hoped that Zhang Xue would fail.

This opportunity is still very big.

After all, Zhang Xue's previous poems were not very good, but because of her noble status, many lick dogs were just praising her.

Obviously, the Queen Mother's birthday, such an important occasion, is attended by big figures, not those brainless teenagers who admire Zhang Xue. Good is good, bad is bad, but no one will lie against their conscience.

"My poem is called "Snow Plum." "

Zhang Xue said.

As soon as this was said.

Xiao Ping'an's mouth twitched, I knew it.

Damn it.

Zhang Lingmai gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly. Shameless, this seventh sister is really shameless.

The queen mother's name is Zhao Xuemei, but you just named the poem "Snow Plum".

You're going to play it straight, right?

You're not going to pretend, are you?

Others had the same idea as Zhang Lingmai, and looked at Zhang Xue with a very strange look.

Even Emperor Jing was no exception.

Emperor Jing was a little curious.

This daughter was not like this before.

Even when trying to please people, she was very reserved.

The queen mother's old face turned slightly red, and she looked at Zhang Xue with some anger. I know you are filial, but don't you praise me so directly!

Oh, it's so embarrassing.

Zhang Xue didn't care what everyone thought.

She just said lightly: "The plum blossoms and snow are fighting for spring and are unwilling to give in!"

Hmm?

It seems good.

Everyone couldn't help but nodded.

However, it's just the first sentence, and it's hard to tell whether this poem is good or not.

It's like seeing a woman's legs, which are very beautiful, but without seeing other parts of her body.

It's not certain that she is a beauty.

You have to look at her breasts, legs, face, waist, skin, etc., to judge whether this woman is really beautiful.

Poetry is the same.

However.

There are exceptions.

Zhang Xue just read one sentence and shouted loudly: "Good poem, really good poem!"

Damn, you know it's good after just the first sentence?

Are you kidding meAh.

Everyone looked at the person who cheered loudly in silence.

He was a handsome man wearing a green Confucian robe, with long hair and a white hair crown. He was handsome, tall, gentle, thin mouth, high nose bridge, and eyes like black holes, deep and charming.

Isn't it... Zhang Xue's number one licker Hao Tong!

Hao Niu glanced at his grandson and quietly walked away from him a few steps.

He is not my grandson.

I don't know him, really.

...

What are you shouting about.

A hint of disgust flashed in the depths of Zhang Xue's beautiful eyes.

I ignored him.

Continued:

"Sao Renge's pen is used to comment on the chapter!"

As soon as this sentence came out, it was immediately a bit amazing.

In everyone's mind, a vivid and vivid picture emerged.

The wintersweet in the snow is lifelike.

Impossible.

Zhang Lingmai's eyes widened, she couldn't believe it. Although she couldn't write poems, she was a princess after all. She had received a high level of education since she was a child. She could still judge whether a poem was good or not.

She dared to slap her breasts and swear.

With Zhang Xue's level, she couldn't write such an amazing poem!

"Good, good poem."

Su Bianyi shouted loudly.

However, this time, he didn't get any strange looks when he blew it here, because these two lines of poetry, when connected together, were really good.

It was very insightful.

It gave people a feeling of incomparable surprise.

Everyone waited for a long time.

Seeing that Zhang Xue didn't continue to read.

Anxious, princess, you should read it quickly. I took off my pants, but you didn't move. No one can bear it.

Emperor Jing: "Xiao Qi, what's next? You should read it quickly. Could it be that this poem is only half-written, and you haven't written the other half yet?"

"That's not the case."

Zhang Xue shook her head.

Her eyes turned to Zhang Lingmai.

Women are all petty. Don't think that the provocation just now will be ignored.

This half is really well written.

At this moment, seeing the look Zhang Xue cast over, Zhang Lingmai was a little scared and lowered her head. Then, she reacted and realized, I'm not afraid of anything. Even if Zhang Xue wrote a good poem, what's the problem?

Can write poems, is it great?

Is it great to be beautiful and write poems? ? ?

Who cares?