Gu Qiancheng couldn't refuse Gu Guifei's words, so he could only thank her and go on stage to perform...
Of course, there are people who like Gu Qiancheng, and there are also people who hate it. The rugged woman in red from before said in a rough voice: "What a pleasure, I don't think you can write it anymore, you just let people prepare it." These are these few poems, right? You don’t have the ability to write more, do you?”
As soon as an expert takes action, he will know if there is one. Gu Qiancheng's handwriting is not very good, but she has learned handwriting very well.
Gu Guifei was choked hard by Gu Qiancheng, and she couldn't get off the stage for a moment, but Gu Qiancheng ignored her at all and went to grind after replying...
She didn't take the crowd's attention to heart at all, and walked to the stage. Gu Qiancheng abandoned the instrument, walked to the desk, and spread out the rice paper...
She was so angry that she almost exploded, but she had to hold it back and praised Gu Qiancheng with a smile.
"Miss Gu, tell me, I'll help you write it." There was a poetry geek who jumped out regardless of the occasion and offered his courtesy to Gu Qiancheng.
Because of the injury on his leg, Gu Qiancheng walked very slowly, step by step... To outsiders, it looked like he was rushing to the execution platform. Even the emperor felt something was wrong.
"Poetry."
Because of the injury on his leg, Gu Qiancheng walked very slowly, step by step... To outsiders, it looked like he was rushing to the execution platform. Even the emperor felt something was wrong.
"No more writing, I've had so much fun today." Gu Qiancheng stood on the high platform and waved naturally, with an air even bigger than that of a big star.
"Gu Qiancheng, what do you have to say?"
Concubine Gu didn't know whether she wanted to help her niece become famous, or if she wanted to trick Gu Qiancheng.
At this moment, those who wanted to see Gu Qiancheng's joke all had solemn expressions on their faces, and looked at Gu Qiancheng with a bit of weird eyes. And Gu Guifei
Every family begged for luck and looked at the autumn moon, wearing tens of thousands of red silk threads.
"Then what talent do you want to perform?" Gu Guifei asked.
The women present may be jealous or look down on Gu Qiancheng, but when Gu Qiancheng's poems and words are written into their hearts, they can no longer be jealous.
"My beloved concubine?" The emperor asked with his eyes, what's going on
The poem written by Gu Qiancheng was graceful and touching, especially the sentence about a pair of people in a lifetime, which made all the girls' hearts enchanted. How could there be such beautiful words.
As if he was tireless, Gu Qiancheng wrote one poem after another, without any confusion, until...
This time it’s a word:
"Gu Qiancheng, what do you have to say?"
The fifth prince looked at him, and someone with knowledge immediately criticized him: "These poems are not like the handwriting of one person at all. They are either graceful, heroic, affectionate, or sad, and these emotions are not something that a young girl with haircuts can express. Did you really write these poems, Miss Gu?"
Concubine Gu didn't know whether she wanted to help her niece become famous, or if she wanted to trick Gu Qiancheng.
If it weren't for the young masters and young ladies below, all of whom are well-educated, they would definitely shout at this time: No...
After finishing the last word, Gu Qiancheng laid out the paper again. This time it was another poem, a poem that once again made people marvel.
Concubine Gu smiled happily: "Your Majesty, this child is timid, is he nervous?"
Now, no one dares to call Gu Qiancheng a fool anymore
Although the emperor is impatient to wait, but for the sake of his beloved concubine, the emperor does not care to wait any longer...
This time, Qin Jiyan smiled...
"Your Majesty, I also suspect that Miss Gu is cheating. Each of these poems is amazing. It is the limit to write one such poem in a lifetime. In just half an hour, Miss Gu wrote dozens of poems of extremely high level. Poems, this is completely impossible..."
The poem written by Gu Qiancheng was graceful and touching, especially the sentence about a pair of people in a lifetime, which made all the girls' hearts enchanted. How could there be such beautiful words.
The emperor was happy and laughed, and the others also laughed...
The emperor spoke, and everyone's attention focused on Gu Qiancheng again...
"Miss Gu, tell me, I'll help you write it." There was a poetry geek who jumped out regardless of the occasion and offered his courtesy to Gu Qiancheng.
Although the emperor is impatient to wait, but for the sake of his beloved concubine, the emperor does not care to wait any longer...
No one present is a human spirit. Originally, these people thought that Concubine Gu was trying to support her niece. Now look...
A magpie bridge stretched across the sky, and thousands of jade voices murmured through Lingling.
"Qiancheng, don't you play the piano?" Gu Guifei asked knowingly.
Something doesn't seem right
The emperor spoke, and everyone's attention focused on Gu Qiancheng again...
It was purely because Gu Qiancheng was Wu Yun's daughter, and Jing Yan didn't believe what his adoptive father said that that gorgeous woman would have a daughter who was like a grassroots.
Everyone thought that two songs would be the limit, but no...
Although the emperor is impatient to wait, but for the sake of his beloved concubine, the emperor does not care to wait any longer...
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't help but look at the Magpie Bridge on the way home. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night
People who know Gu Qiancheng well, such as Qin Yunchu, know very well that Gu Qiancheng is just a fool who can only see his face. He can't even read big characters. What kind of talent can he have
My wrists hurt, the ink ran dry, and I ran out of paper.
Concubine Gu didn't know whether she wanted to help her niece become famous, or if she wanted to trick Gu Qiancheng.
Look at the blue sky today on Chinese Valentine's Day, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are crossing the Magpie Bridge.
After the ink was finished, Gu Qiancheng took up the pen and put it into words under the expectation of everyone...
"Miss Gu, tell me, I'll help you write it." There was a poetry geek who jumped out regardless of the occasion and offered his courtesy to Gu Qiancheng.
Gu Qiancheng couldn't refuse Gu Guifei's words, so he could only thank her and go on stage to perform...
After the ink was finished, Gu Qiancheng took up the pen and put it into words under the expectation of everyone...
Concubine Gu didn't know whether she wanted to help her niece become famous, or if she wanted to trick Gu Qiancheng.
Madam Feng wanted to help Gu Qiancheng, but the emperor's favorite concubine spoke up and acted as if she wanted to help her niece. If she objected, it would make people think that the Feng family and the Gu family were not dealing with each other and were against Concubine Gu.
"Poetry means both poems and words. Don't be impatient, you will see it soon." Gu Qiancheng smiled back, this smile was full of provocation.
Gu Qiancheng writes very fast. After finishing a poem, he quickly changes the rice paper, picks up the pen, dips it in ink, and puts it down, all in one go, majestic and vaguely revealing the style of everyone.
No matter what, if there is a good show to watch, they can just watch the show...
The fifth prince looked at him, and someone with knowledge immediately criticized him: "These poems are not like the handwriting of one person at all. They are either graceful, heroic, affectionate, or sad, and these emotions are not something that a young girl with haircuts can express. Did you really write these poems, Miss Gu?"
People who know Gu Qiancheng well, such as Qin Yunchu, know very well that Gu Qiancheng is just a fool who can only see his face. He can't even read big characters. What kind of talent can he have
"Pa..." Gu Qiancheng boldly stroked his pen: "I won't write anymore, I'm tired!"
After the ink was finished, Gu Qiancheng took up the pen and put it into words under the expectation of everyone...
"Your Majesty, I also suspect that Miss Gu is cheating. Each of these poems is amazing. It is the limit to write one such poem in a lifetime. In just half an hour, Miss Gu wrote dozens of poems of extremely high level. Poems, this is completely impossible..."
"Qiancheng, a poem is a poem and a word is a word. Are you writing a poem or a poem?" Gu Guifei smiled again...
The Feng family owed Gu Qiancheng a favor before, and Mrs. Feng, Feng Sijin's mother, was secretly worried about Gu Qiancheng.
No one present is a human spirit. Originally, these people thought that Concubine Gu was trying to support her niece. Now look...
The little eunuch held it up and read loudly. As soon as he finished reading, before Mrs. Feng could speak, a woman who loved poetry took the lead and applauded: "Okay, what a poem."
Concubine Gu smiled happily: "Your Majesty, this child is timid, is he nervous?"
It was purely because Gu Qiancheng was Wu Yun's daughter, and Jing Yan didn't believe what his adoptive father said that that gorgeous woman would have a daughter who was like a grassroots.
She was so angry that she almost exploded, but she had to hold it back and praised Gu Qiancheng with a smile.
At this moment, those who wanted to see Gu Qiancheng's joke all had solemn expressions on their faces, and looked at Gu Qiancheng with a bit of weird eyes. And Gu Guifei
Concubine Gu's face looked ugly, but it wasn't enough...
Madam Feng wanted to help Gu Qiancheng, but the emperor's favorite concubine spoke up and acted as if she wanted to help her niece. If she objected, it would make people think that the Feng family and the Gu family were not dealing with each other and were against Concubine Gu.
After the ink was finished, Gu Qiancheng took up the pen and put it into words under the expectation of everyone...
"My beloved concubine?" The emperor asked with his eyes, what's going on
"Your Majesty, I also suspect that Miss Gu is cheating. Each of these poems is amazing. It is the limit to write one such poem in a lifetime. In just half an hour, Miss Gu wrote dozens of poems of extremely high level. Poems, this is completely impossible..."
The fifth prince looked at him, and someone with knowledge immediately criticized him: "These poems are not like the handwriting of one person at all. They are either graceful, heroic, affectionate, or sad, and these emotions are not something that a young girl with haircuts can express. Did you really write these poems, Miss Gu?"
Mrs. Feng could only pray secretly, hoping that Gu Qiancheng would not be too arrogant. Anyway, as long as Gu Qiancheng's performance was not too bad, and she applauded him, the rest of the people would not embarrass Gu Qiancheng for the sake of the Feng family.
She didn't create opportunities for Gu Qiancheng to become famous, and she didn't want the emperor to value Gu Qiancheng because of her!
Gu Qiancheng writes very fast. After finishing a poem, he quickly changes the rice paper, picks up the pen, dips it in ink, and puts it down, all in one go, majestic and vaguely revealing the style of everyone.
Now, no one dares to call Gu Qiancheng a fool anymore
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't help but look at the Magpie Bridge on the way home. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night
Of course, there are people who like Gu Qiancheng, and there are also people who hate it. The rugged woman in red from before said in a rough voice: "What a pleasure, I don't think you can write it anymore, you just let people prepare it." These are these few poems, right? You don’t have the ability to write more, do you?”
There are also "calligraphy, painting, music, chess, poetry, and wine, which were indispensable in those days. Now seven things have changed, including firewood, rice, cooking oil, smoke, sauce, vinegar, and tea" which made all the ladies feel the same.
Among the people present, Qin Jiyan and Jing Yan were probably the only ones who were optimistic about Gu Qiancheng. Qin Jiyan knew that Gu Qiancheng was not simple because he had suffered losses at the hands of Gu Qiancheng many times, but Jing Yan
"Poetry."
People who know Gu Qiancheng well, such as Qin Yunchu, know very well that Gu Qiancheng is just a fool who can only see his face. He can't even read big characters. What kind of talent can he have
Gu Qiancheng stopped what he was doing and replied: "In my heart, no one can surpass my mother in piano skills, so I never play the piano." For this reason, no one will force her to play the piano in the future. .
Among the people present, Qin Jiyan and Jing Yan were probably the only ones who were optimistic about Gu Qiancheng. Qin Jiyan knew that Gu Qiancheng was not simple because he had suffered losses at the hands of Gu Qiancheng many times, but Jing Yan
It was purely because Gu Qiancheng was Wu Yun's daughter, and Jing Yan didn't believe what his adoptive father said that that gorgeous woman would have a daughter who was like a grassroots.
Gu Qiancheng writes very fast. After finishing a poem, he quickly changes the rice paper, picks up the pen, dips it in ink, and puts it down, all in one go, majestic and vaguely revealing the style of everyone.
If it weren't for the young masters and young ladies below, all of whom are well-educated, they would definitely shout at this time: No...
At this time, everyone present was looking at Gu Qiancheng, wanting to see what amazing move this famous eldest lady of the Gu family would do today.
"No more writing, I've had so much fun today." Gu Qiancheng stood on the high platform and waved naturally, with an air even bigger than that of a big star.
As for Gu Qiancheng
The Feng family owed Gu Qiancheng a favor before, and Mrs. Feng, Feng Sijin's mother, was secretly worried about Gu Qiancheng.
"Miss Gu, tell me, I'll help you write it." There was a poetry geek who jumped out regardless of the occasion and offered his courtesy to Gu Qiancheng.
This time it’s a word:
She didn't take the crowd's attention to heart at all, and walked to the stage. Gu Qiancheng abandoned the instrument, walked to the desk, and spread out the rice paper...
Because of the injury on his leg, Gu Qiancheng walked very slowly, step by step... To outsiders, it looked like he was rushing to the execution platform. Even the emperor felt something was wrong.
This fool even writes poems, but he probably doesn’t even know what poems are.
Concubine Gu smiled happily: "Your Majesty, this child is timid, is he nervous?"
She was so angry that she almost exploded, but she had to hold it back and praised Gu Qiancheng with a smile.
"Qiancheng, don't you play the piano?" Gu Guifei asked knowingly.
The fifth prince looked at him, and someone with knowledge immediately criticized him: "These poems are not like the handwriting of one person at all. They are either graceful, heroic, affectionate, or sad, and these emotions are not something that a young girl with haircuts can express. Did you really write these poems, Miss Gu?"
As if he was tireless, Gu Qiancheng wrote one poem after another, without any confusion, until...
At this moment, those who wanted to see Gu Qiancheng's joke all had solemn expressions on their faces, and looked at Gu Qiancheng with a bit of weird eyes. And Gu Guifei
Gu Qiancheng stopped what he was doing and replied: "In my heart, no one can surpass my mother in piano skills, so I never play the piano." For this reason, no one will force her to play the piano in the future. .
"Qiancheng, a poem is a poem and a word is a word. Are you writing a poem or a poem?" Gu Guifei smiled again...
"Qiancheng, a poem is a poem and a word is a word. Are you writing a poem or a poem?" Gu Guifei smiled again...
Concubine Gu didn't know whether she wanted to help her niece become famous, or if she wanted to trick Gu Qiancheng.
"Then what talent do you want to perform?" Gu Guifei asked.
Concubine Gu didn't know whether she wanted to help her niece become famous, or if she wanted to trick Gu Qiancheng.
A magpie bridge stretched across the sky, and thousands of jade voices murmured through Lingling.
Among the people present, Qin Jiyan and Jing Yan were probably the only ones who were optimistic about Gu Qiancheng. Qin Jiyan knew that Gu Qiancheng was not simple because he had suffered losses at the hands of Gu Qiancheng many times, but Jing Yan
If it weren't for the young masters and young ladies below, all of whom are well-educated, they would definitely shout at this time: No...
"Poetry."
The poem written by Gu Qiancheng was graceful and touching, especially the sentence about a pair of people in a lifetime, which made all the girls' hearts enchanted. How could there be such beautiful words.
No one present is a human spirit. Originally, these people thought that Concubine Gu was trying to support her niece. Now look...
Because of the injury on his leg, Gu Qiancheng walked very slowly, step by step... To outsiders, it looked like he was rushing to the execution platform. Even the emperor felt something was wrong.
"Qiancheng, a poem is a poem and a word is a word. Are you writing a poem or a poem?" Gu Guifei smiled again...
As for Gu Qiancheng
Mrs. Wei's small regular script with hairpins has the beauty of broken jade pots of ice, broken Yaotai moon, as graceful as trees, and as quiet as the breeze. The font is elegant and graceful, smooth and thin, and is most suitable for women to write.
My wrists hurt, the ink ran dry, and I ran out of paper.
Just like when Gu Qiancheng was praised just now, at the banquet, there were only voices criticizing Gu Qiancheng. Those who originally shouted for Gu Qiancheng to write again also silenced their voices at this time, because...
Madam Feng wanted to help Gu Qiancheng, but the emperor's favorite concubine spoke up and acted as if she wanted to help her niece. If she objected, it would make people think that the Feng family and the Gu family were not dealing with each other and were against Concubine Gu.
There are also "calligraphy, painting, music, chess, poetry, and wine, which were indispensable in those days. Now seven things have changed, including firewood, rice, cooking oil, smoke, sauce, vinegar, and tea" which made all the ladies feel the same.
"Poetry means both poems and words. Don't be impatient, you will see it soon." Gu Qiancheng smiled back, this smile was full of provocation.
"My beloved concubine?" The emperor asked with his eyes, what's going on
This fool even writes poems, but he probably doesn’t even know what poems are.
Every family begged for luck and looked at the autumn moon, wearing tens of thousands of red silk threads.
The women present may be jealous or look down on Gu Qiancheng, but when Gu Qiancheng's poems and words are written into their hearts, they can no longer be jealous.
This time, Qin Jiyan smiled...
She was so angry that she almost exploded, but she had to hold it back and praised Gu Qiancheng with a smile.
My wrists hurt, the ink ran dry, and I ran out of paper.
If Concubine Gu knew about it, she would probably be so angry that she would vomit blood.
"Poetry means both poems and words. Don't be impatient, you will see it soon." Gu Qiancheng smiled back, this smile was full of provocation.
Among the people present, Qin Jiyan and Jing Yan were probably the only ones who were optimistic about Gu Qiancheng. Qin Jiyan knew that Gu Qiancheng was not simple because he had suffered losses at the hands of Gu Qiancheng many times, but Jing Yan
This time, Qin Jiyan smiled...
Concubine Gu's face looked ugly, but it wasn't enough...
Who dares to say that Gu Qiancheng can't read a single Chinese character
Madam Feng wanted to help Gu Qiancheng, but the emperor's favorite concubine spoke up and acted as if she wanted to help her niece. If she objected, it would make people think that the Feng family and the Gu family were not dealing with each other and were against Concubine Gu.
This time, Qin Jiyan smiled...
"Qiancheng, don't you play the piano?" Gu Guifei asked knowingly.
She couldn't hold it anymore.
A magpie bridge stretched across the sky, and thousands of jade voices murmured through Lingling.
He knew that this woman was a little tiger, and if she was angered, she would show her claws to anyone.
Every family begged for luck and looked at the autumn moon, wearing tens of thousands of red silk threads.
No matter what, if there is a good show to watch, they can just watch the show...
At that time, she knew that he was the emperor's eldest grandson and still dared to ask her to do things. How could this woman be timid
She didn't create opportunities for Gu Qiancheng to become famous, and she didn't want the emperor to value Gu Qiancheng because of her!
At this moment, those who wanted to see Gu Qiancheng's joke all had solemn expressions on their faces, and looked at Gu Qiancheng with a bit of weird eyes. And Gu Guifei
After the ink was finished, Gu Qiancheng took up the pen and put it into words under the expectation of everyone...
Thin clouds make tricks, flying stars spread hatred, and silver men are far away in darkness. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world.
Who dares to say that Gu Qiancheng can't read a single Chinese character
"Miss Gu, tell me, I'll help you write it." There was a poetry geek who jumped out regardless of the occasion and offered his courtesy to Gu Qiancheng.
The women present may be jealous or look down on Gu Qiancheng, but when Gu Qiancheng's poems and words are written into their hearts, they can no longer be jealous.
Gu Guifei was choked hard by Gu Qiancheng, and she couldn't get off the stage for a moment, but Gu Qiancheng ignored her at all and went to grind after replying...
She didn't take the crowd's attention to heart at all, and walked to the stage. Gu Qiancheng abandoned the instrument, walked to the desk, and spread out the rice paper...
"Gu Qiancheng, what do you have to say?"
At this time, everyone present was looking at Gu Qiancheng, wanting to see what amazing move this famous eldest lady of the Gu family would do today.
As soon as an expert takes action, he will know if there is one. Gu Qiancheng's handwriting is not very good, but she has learned handwriting very well.
After Gu Qiancheng finished writing a poem, he glanced at Concubine Gu provocatively. After successfully making Concubine Gu extremely angry, Gu Qiancheng spread the paper again and started writing again...
Gu Qiancheng stopped what he was doing and replied: "In my heart, no one can surpass my mother in piano skills, so I never play the piano." For this reason, no one will force her to play the piano in the future. .
Although the emperor is impatient to wait, but for the sake of his beloved concubine, the emperor does not care to wait any longer...
If Concubine Gu knew about it, she would probably be so angry that she would vomit blood.
"No more writing, I've had so much fun today." Gu Qiancheng stood on the high platform and waved naturally, with an air even bigger than that of a big star.
She didn't take the crowd's attention to heart at all, and walked to the stage. Gu Qiancheng abandoned the instrument, walked to the desk, and spread out the rice paper...
Of course, there are people who like Gu Qiancheng, and there are also people who hate it. The rugged woman in red from before said in a rough voice: "What a pleasure, I don't think you can write it anymore, you just let people prepare it." These are these few poems, right? You don’t have the ability to write more, do you?”
"No more writing, I've had so much fun today." Gu Qiancheng stood on the high platform and waved naturally, with an air even bigger than that of a big star.
If Concubine Gu knew about it, she would probably be so angry that she would vomit blood.
If it weren't for the young masters and young ladies below, all of whom are well-educated, they would definitely shout at this time: No...
"Then what talent do you want to perform?" Gu Guifei asked.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't help but look at the Magpie Bridge on the way home. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night
The poem written by Gu Qiancheng was graceful and touching, especially the sentence about a pair of people in a lifetime, which made all the girls' hearts enchanted. How could there be such beautiful words.
Gu Qiancheng couldn't refuse Gu Guifei's words, so he could only thank her and go on stage to perform...
My wrists hurt, the ink ran dry, and I ran out of paper.
She was so angry that she almost exploded, but she had to hold it back and praised Gu Qiancheng with a smile.
This time it’s a word:
She didn't create opportunities for Gu Qiancheng to become famous, and she didn't want the emperor to value Gu Qiancheng because of her!
Concubine Gu didn't know whether she wanted to help her niece become famous, or if she wanted to trick Gu Qiancheng.
"Poetry means both poems and words. Don't be impatient, you will see it soon." Gu Qiancheng smiled back, this smile was full of provocation.
"Gu Qiancheng, what do you have to say?"
Madam Feng wanted to help Gu Qiancheng, but the emperor's favorite concubine spoke up and acted as if she wanted to help her niece. If she objected, it would make people think that the Feng family and the Gu family were not dealing with each other and were against Concubine Gu.
The women present may be jealous or look down on Gu Qiancheng, but when Gu Qiancheng's poems and words are written into their hearts, they can no longer be jealous.
As if he was tireless, Gu Qiancheng wrote one poem after another, without any confusion, until...
After the ink was finished, Gu Qiancheng took up the pen and put it into words under the expectation of everyone...
Look at the blue sky today on Chinese Valentine's Day, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are crossing the Magpie Bridge.
"Poetry means both poems and words. Don't be impatient, you will see it soon." Gu Qiancheng smiled back, this smile was full of provocation.
There are also "calligraphy, painting, music, chess, poetry, and wine, which were indispensable in those days. Now seven things have changed, including firewood, rice, cooking oil, smoke, sauce, vinegar, and tea" which made all the ladies feel the same.
Gu Qiancheng couldn't refuse Gu Guifei's words, so he could only thank her and go on stage to perform...
As soon as an expert takes action, he will know if there is one. Gu Qiancheng's handwriting is not very good, but she has learned handwriting very well.
Madam Feng wanted to help Gu Qiancheng, but the emperor's favorite concubine spoke up and acted as if she wanted to help her niece. If she objected, it would make people think that the Feng family and the Gu family were not dealing with each other and were against Concubine Gu.
After finishing the last word, Gu Qiancheng laid out the paper again. This time it was another poem, a poem that once again made people marvel.
No one present is a human spirit. Originally, these people thought that Concubine Gu was trying to support her niece. Now look...
Everyone thought that two songs would be the limit, but no...
The emperor spoke, and everyone's attention focused on Gu Qiancheng again...
Mrs. Wei's small regular script with hairpins has the beauty of broken jade pots of ice, broken Yaotai moon, as graceful as trees, and as quiet as the breeze. The font is elegant and graceful, smooth and thin, and is most suitable for women to write.
Gu Qiancheng stopped what he was doing and replied: "In my heart, no one can surpass my mother in piano skills, so I never play the piano." For this reason, no one will force her to play the piano in the future. .
Concubine Gu didn't know whether she wanted to help her niece become famous, or if she wanted to trick Gu Qiancheng.
Gu Qiancheng wanted to slap Concubine Gu hard in the face, but one poem would not be enough.
The fifth prince looked at him, and someone with knowledge immediately criticized him: "These poems are not like the handwriting of one person at all. They are either graceful, heroic, affectionate, or sad, and these emotions are not something that a young girl with haircuts can express. Did you really write these poems, Miss Gu?"
No matter what, if there is a good show to watch, they can just watch the show...
This time, Qin Jiyan smiled...
"Poetry."
This time, Qin Jiyan smiled...
The words are good, and the content is even more amazing. A poem, a poem about Chinese Valentine’s Day:
Concubine Gu's face looked ugly, but it wasn't enough...
Every family begged for luck and looked at the autumn moon, wearing tens of thousands of red silk threads.
Of course, there are people who like Gu Qiancheng, and there are also people who hate it. The rugged woman in red from before said in a rough voice: "What a pleasure, I don't think you can write it anymore, you just let people prepare it." These are these few poems, right? You don’t have the ability to write more, do you?”
"Poetry means both poems and words. Don't be impatient, you will see it soon." Gu Qiancheng smiled back, this smile was full of provocation.
One poem and one word exactly matched what Gu Qiancheng had said before. It also slapped Gu Guifei in the face, letting Gu Guifei see that Gu Qiancheng knew what poetry and lyrics were better than she did.
A magpie bridge stretched across the sky, and thousands of jade voices murmured through Lingling.
At that time, she knew that he was the emperor's eldest grandson and still dared to ask her to do things. How could this woman be timid
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't help but look at the Magpie Bridge on the way home. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night
She couldn't hold it anymore.
After Gu Qiancheng finished writing a poem, he glanced at Concubine Gu provocatively. After successfully making Concubine Gu extremely angry, Gu Qiancheng spread the paper again and started writing again...
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't help but look at the Magpie Bridge on the way home. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night
As soon as an expert takes action, he will know if there is one. Gu Qiancheng's handwriting is not very good, but she has learned handwriting very well.
My wrists hurt, the ink ran dry, and I ran out of paper.
No one present is a human spirit. Originally, these people thought that Concubine Gu was trying to support her niece. Now look...
There are still guests who have been there for many years, but the disappointment is not as good as the river drum star.
Something doesn't seem right
"Pa..." Gu Qiancheng boldly stroked his pen: "I won't write anymore, I'm tired!"
At this moment, those who wanted to see Gu Qiancheng's joke all had solemn expressions on their faces, and looked at Gu Qiancheng with a bit of weird eyes. And Gu Guifei
The little eunuch held it up and read loudly. As soon as he finished reading, before Mrs. Feng could speak, a woman who loved poetry took the lead and applauded: "Okay, what a poem."
Everyone thought that two songs would be the limit, but no...
The emperor was happy and laughed, and the others also laughed...
She didn't take the crowd's attention to heart at all, and walked to the stage. Gu Qiancheng abandoned the instrument, walked to the desk, and spread out the rice paper...
Now, no one dares to call Gu Qiancheng a fool anymore
Look at the blue sky today on Chinese Valentine's Day, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are crossing the Magpie Bridge.
After the ink was finished, Gu Qiancheng took up the pen and put it into words under the expectation of everyone...
No matter what, if there is a good show to watch, they can just watch the show...
After the ink was finished, Gu Qiancheng took up the pen and put it into words under the expectation of everyone...
Although the emperor is impatient to wait, but for the sake of his beloved concubine, the emperor does not care to wait any longer...
Concubine Gu didn't know whether she wanted to help her niece become famous, or if she wanted to trick Gu Qiancheng.
Look at the blue sky today on Chinese Valentine's Day, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are crossing the Magpie Bridge.
Mrs. Feng could only pray secretly, hoping that Gu Qiancheng would not be too arrogant. Anyway, as long as Gu Qiancheng's performance was not too bad, and she applauded him, the rest of the people would not embarrass Gu Qiancheng for the sake of the Feng family.
Mrs. Wei's small regular script with hairpins has the beauty of broken jade pots of ice, broken Yaotai moon, as graceful as trees, and as quiet as the breeze. The font is elegant and graceful, smooth and thin, and is most suitable for women to write.
Every family begged for luck and looked at the autumn moon, wearing tens of thousands of red silk threads.
A magpie bridge stretched across the sky, and thousands of jade voices murmured through Lingling.
As for Gu Qiancheng
The words are good, and the content is even more amazing. A poem, a poem about Chinese Valentine’s Day:
"Qiancheng, a poem is a poem and a word is a word. Are you writing a poem or a poem?" Gu Guifei smiled again...
"I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent." This kind of heroism, this kind of freedom and ease, is what they yearn for in this life...
The women present may be jealous or look down on Gu Qiancheng, but when Gu Qiancheng's poems and words are written into their hearts, they can no longer be jealous.
No matter what, if there is a good show to watch, they can just watch the show...
After the ink was finished, Gu Qiancheng took up the pen and put it into words under the expectation of everyone...
The little eunuch held it up and read loudly. As soon as he finished reading, before Mrs. Feng could speak, a woman who loved poetry took the lead and applauded: "Okay, what a poem."
He knew that this woman was a little tiger, and if she was angered, she would show her claws to anyone.
No one present is a human spirit. Originally, these people thought that Concubine Gu was trying to support her niece. Now look...
Concubine Gu's face looked ugly, but it wasn't enough...
As soon as an expert takes action, he will know if there is one. Gu Qiancheng's handwriting is not very good, but she has learned handwriting very well.
Whoever dares to say it will be in a hurry.
The Feng family owed Gu Qiancheng a favor before, and Mrs. Feng, Feng Sijin's mother, was secretly worried about Gu Qiancheng.
"Qiancheng, don't you play the piano?" Gu Guifei asked knowingly.
"Miss Gu, tell me, I'll help you write it." There was a poetry geek who jumped out regardless of the occasion and offered his courtesy to Gu Qiancheng.
"My beloved concubine?" The emperor asked with his eyes, what's going on
Gu Qiancheng writes very fast. After finishing a poem, he quickly changes the rice paper, picks up the pen, dips it in ink, and puts it down, all in one go, majestic and vaguely revealing the style of everyone.
The words are good, and the content is even more amazing. A poem, a poem about Chinese Valentine’s Day:
The women present may be jealous or look down on Gu Qiancheng, but when Gu Qiancheng's poems and words are written into their hearts, they can no longer be jealous.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't help but look at the Magpie Bridge on the way home. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night
The man looked at Gu Qiancheng with burning eyes. For a moment, Gu Qiancheng thought he saw a pervert, but unexpectedly, more than one person had the same sentiment, and several women also shouted: "Miss Gu, what are you talking about?" , we help you write it.”
They also feel that these people are right, these poems cannot be written by one person...
"Qiancheng, don't you play the piano?" Gu Guifei asked knowingly.
This time it’s a word:
The emperor spoke, and everyone's attention focused on Gu Qiancheng again...
Concubine Gu smiled happily: "Your Majesty, this child is timid, is he nervous?"
Look at the blue sky today on Chinese Valentine's Day, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are crossing the Magpie Bridge.
Concubine Gu's face looked ugly, but it wasn't enough...
The words are good, and the content is even more amazing. A poem, a poem about Chinese Valentine’s Day:
The words are good, and the content is even more amazing. A poem, a poem about Chinese Valentine’s Day:
Thin clouds make tricks, flying stars spread hatred, and silver men are far away in darkness. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't help but look at the Magpie Bridge on the way home. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night
Look at the blue sky today on Chinese Valentine's Day, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are crossing the Magpie Bridge.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't help but look at the Magpie Bridge on the way home. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night
Among the people present, Qin Jiyan and Jing Yan were probably the only ones who were optimistic about Gu Qiancheng. Qin Jiyan knew that Gu Qiancheng was not simple because he had suffered losses at the hands of Gu Qiancheng many times, but Jing Yan
Now, no one dares to call Gu Qiancheng a fool anymore
If it weren't for the young masters and young ladies below, all of whom are well-educated, they would definitely shout at this time: No...
"Pa..." Gu Qiancheng boldly stroked his pen: "I won't write anymore, I'm tired!"
This fool even writes poems, but he probably doesn’t even know what poems are.
Thin clouds make tricks, flying stars spread hatred, and silver men are far away in darkness. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world.
One poem and one word exactly matched what Gu Qiancheng had said before. It also slapped Gu Guifei in the face, letting Gu Guifei see that Gu Qiancheng knew what poetry and lyrics were better than she did.
"Pa..." Gu Qiancheng boldly stroked his pen: "I won't write anymore, I'm tired!"
Gu Guifei was choked hard by Gu Qiancheng, and she couldn't get off the stage for a moment, but Gu Qiancheng ignored her at all and went to grind after replying...
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't help but look at the Magpie Bridge on the way home. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night
If it weren't for the young masters and young ladies below, all of whom are well-educated, they would definitely shout at this time: No...
Everyone thought that two songs would be the limit, but no...
People who know Gu Qiancheng well, such as Qin Yunchu, know very well that Gu Qiancheng is just a fool who can only see his face. He can't even read big characters. What kind of talent can he have
The little eunuch held it up and read loudly. As soon as he finished reading, before Mrs. Feng could speak, a woman who loved poetry took the lead and applauded: "Okay, what a poem."
She didn't create opportunities for Gu Qiancheng to become famous, and she didn't want the emperor to value Gu Qiancheng because of her!
It was purely because Gu Qiancheng was Wu Yun's daughter, and Jing Yan didn't believe what his adoptive father said that that gorgeous woman would have a daughter who was like a grassroots.
There are also "calligraphy, painting, music, chess, poetry, and wine, which were indispensable in those days. Now seven things have changed, including firewood, rice, cooking oil, smoke, sauce, vinegar, and tea" which made all the ladies feel the same.
This time, Qin Jiyan smiled...
Gu Qiancheng wanted to slap Concubine Gu hard in the face, but one poem would not be enough.
A magpie bridge stretched across the sky, and thousands of jade voices murmured through Lingling.
If Concubine Gu knew about it, she would probably be so angry that she would vomit blood.
There are still guests who have been there for many years, but the disappointment is not as good as the river drum star.
If Concubine Gu knew about it, she would probably be so angry that she would vomit blood.
After finishing the last word, Gu Qiancheng laid out the paper again. This time it was another poem, a poem that once again made people marvel.
Concubine Gu's face looked ugly, but it wasn't enough...
Of course, there are people who like Gu Qiancheng, and there are also people who hate it. The rugged woman in red from before said in a rough voice: "What a pleasure, I don't think you can write it anymore, you just let people prepare it." These are these few poems, right? You don’t have the ability to write more, do you?”
As for Gu Qiancheng
Thin clouds make tricks, flying stars spread hatred, and silver men are far away in darkness. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world.
Mrs. Feng could only pray secretly, hoping that Gu Qiancheng would not be too arrogant. Anyway, as long as Gu Qiancheng's performance was not too bad, and she applauded him, the rest of the people would not embarrass Gu Qiancheng for the sake of the Feng family.
The poem written by Gu Qiancheng was graceful and touching, especially the sentence about a pair of people in a lifetime, which made all the girls' hearts enchanted. How could there be such beautiful words.
As for Gu Qiancheng
After the ink was finished, Gu Qiancheng took up the pen and put it into words under the expectation of everyone...
At this moment, those who wanted to see Gu Qiancheng's joke all had solemn expressions on their faces, and looked at Gu Qiancheng with a bit of weird eyes. And Gu Guifei
Among the people present, Qin Jiyan and Jing Yan were probably the only ones who were optimistic about Gu Qiancheng. Qin Jiyan knew that Gu Qiancheng was not simple because he had suffered losses at the hands of Gu Qiancheng many times, but Jing Yan
"Your Majesty, I also suspect that Miss Gu is cheating. Each of these poems is amazing. It is the limit to write one such poem in a lifetime. In just half an hour, Miss Gu wrote dozens of poems of extremely high level. Poems, this is completely impossible..."
Just like when Gu Qiancheng was praised just now, at the banquet, there were only voices criticizing Gu Qiancheng. Those who originally shouted for Gu Qiancheng to write again also silenced their voices at this time, because...
As if he was tireless, Gu Qiancheng wrote one poem after another, without any confusion, until...
Look at the blue sky today on Chinese Valentine's Day, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are crossing the Magpie Bridge.
She didn't take the crowd's attention to heart at all, and walked to the stage. Gu Qiancheng abandoned the instrument, walked to the desk, and spread out the rice paper...
She couldn't hold it anymore.
"My beloved concubine?" The emperor asked with his eyes, what's going on
The women present may be jealous or look down on Gu Qiancheng, but when Gu Qiancheng's poems and words are written into their hearts, they can no longer be jealous.
"Then what talent do you want to perform?" Gu Guifei asked.
She was so angry that she almost exploded, but she had to hold it back and praised Gu Qiancheng with a smile.
Although the emperor is impatient to wait, but for the sake of his beloved concubine, the emperor does not care to wait any longer...
"Poetry means both poems and words. Don't be impatient, you will see it soon." Gu Qiancheng smiled back, this smile was full of provocation.
She didn't create opportunities for Gu Qiancheng to become famous, and she didn't want the emperor to value Gu Qiancheng because of her!
"Poetry means both poems and words. Don't be impatient, you will see it soon." Gu Qiancheng smiled back, this smile was full of provocation.
Gu Guifei was choked hard by Gu Qiancheng, and she couldn't get off the stage for a moment, but Gu Qiancheng ignored her at all and went to grind after replying...
Look at the blue sky today on Chinese Valentine's Day, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are crossing the Magpie Bridge.
After Gu Qiancheng finished writing a poem, he glanced at Concubine Gu provocatively. After successfully making Concubine Gu extremely angry, Gu Qiancheng spread the paper again and started writing again...
She didn't take the crowd's attention to heart at all, and walked to the stage. Gu Qiancheng abandoned the instrument, walked to the desk, and spread out the rice paper...
Although the emperor is impatient to wait, but for the sake of his beloved concubine, the emperor does not care to wait any longer...
Something doesn't seem right
She didn't create opportunities for Gu Qiancheng to become famous, and she didn't want the emperor to value Gu Qiancheng because of her!
Gu Guifei was choked hard by Gu Qiancheng, and she couldn't get off the stage for a moment, but Gu Qiancheng ignored her at all and went to grind after replying...
One poem and one word exactly matched what Gu Qiancheng had said before. It also slapped Gu Guifei in the face, letting Gu Guifei see that Gu Qiancheng knew what poetry and lyrics were better than she did.
"Your Majesty, I also suspect that Miss Gu is cheating. Each of these poems is amazing. It is the limit to write one such poem in a lifetime. In just half an hour, Miss Gu wrote dozens of poems of extremely high level. Poems, this is completely impossible..."
Mrs. Wei's small regular script with hairpins has the beauty of broken jade pots of ice, broken Yaotai moon, as graceful as trees, and as quiet as the breeze. The font is elegant and graceful, smooth and thin, and is most suitable for women to write.
As if he was tireless, Gu Qiancheng wrote one poem after another, without any confusion, until...
Concubine Gu smiled happily: "Your Majesty, this child is timid, is he nervous?"
The emperor spoke, and everyone's attention focused on Gu Qiancheng again...
Concubine Gu's face looked ugly, but it wasn't enough...
Gu Guifei was choked hard by Gu Qiancheng, and she couldn't get off the stage for a moment, but Gu Qiancheng ignored her at all and went to grind after replying...
Gu Qiancheng stopped what he was doing and replied: "In my heart, no one can surpass my mother in piano skills, so I never play the piano." For this reason, no one will force her to play the piano in the future. .
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't help but look at the Magpie Bridge on the way home. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night
"Gu Qiancheng, what do you have to say?"
My wrists hurt, the ink ran dry, and I ran out of paper.
The emperor was happy and laughed, and the others also laughed...
The fifth prince looked at him, and someone with knowledge immediately criticized him: "These poems are not like the handwriting of one person at all. They are either graceful, heroic, affectionate, or sad, and these emotions are not something that a young girl with haircuts can express. Did you really write these poems, Miss Gu?"
At this time, everyone present was looking at Gu Qiancheng, wanting to see what amazing move this famous eldest lady of the Gu family would do today.
They also feel that these people are right, these poems cannot be written by one person...
As soon as an expert takes action, he will know if there is one. Gu Qiancheng's handwriting is not very good, but she has learned handwriting very well.
"Pa..." Gu Qiancheng boldly stroked his pen: "I won't write anymore, I'm tired!"
After the ink was finished, Gu Qiancheng took up the pen and put it into words under the expectation of everyone...
Something doesn't seem right
The poem written by Gu Qiancheng was graceful and touching, especially the sentence about a pair of people in a lifetime, which made all the girls' hearts enchanted. How could there be such beautiful words.
She didn't create opportunities for Gu Qiancheng to become famous, and she didn't want the emperor to value Gu Qiancheng because of her!
As for Gu Qiancheng
"Miss Gu, tell me, I'll help you write it." There was a poetry geek who jumped out regardless of the occasion and offered his courtesy to Gu Qiancheng.
He knew that this woman was a little tiger, and if she was angered, she would show her claws to anyone.
Gu Guifei was choked hard by Gu Qiancheng, and she couldn't get off the stage for a moment, but Gu Qiancheng ignored her at all and went to grind after replying...
At that time, she knew that he was the emperor's eldest grandson and still dared to ask her to do things. How could this woman be timid
"Gu Qiancheng, what do you have to say?"
She couldn't hold it anymore.
It was purely because Gu Qiancheng was Wu Yun's daughter, and Jing Yan didn't believe what his adoptive father said that that gorgeous woman would have a daughter who was like a grassroots.
The man looked at Gu Qiancheng with burning eyes. For a moment, Gu Qiancheng thought he saw a pervert, but unexpectedly, more than one person had the same sentiment, and several women also shouted: "Miss Gu, what are you talking about?" , we help you write it.”
Look at the blue sky today on Chinese Valentine's Day, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are crossing the Magpie Bridge.
Concubine Gu smiled happily: "Your Majesty, this child is timid, is he nervous?"
She couldn't hold it anymore.
"I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent." This kind of heroism, this kind of freedom and ease, is what they yearn for in this life...
At this time, everyone present was looking at Gu Qiancheng, wanting to see what amazing move this famous eldest lady of the Gu family would do today.
The women present may be jealous or look down on Gu Qiancheng, but when Gu Qiancheng's poems and words are written into their hearts, they can no longer be jealous.
Everyone thought that two songs would be the limit, but no...
As if he was tireless, Gu Qiancheng wrote one poem after another, without any confusion, until...
"My beloved concubine?" The emperor asked with his eyes, what's going on
Whoever dares to say it will be in a hurry.
"I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent." This kind of heroism, this kind of freedom and ease, is what they yearn for in this life...
Who dares to say that Gu Qiancheng can't read a single Chinese character
The emperor spoke, and everyone's attention focused on Gu Qiancheng again...
The emperor spoke, and everyone's attention focused on Gu Qiancheng again...
Of course, there are people who like Gu Qiancheng, and there are also people who hate it. The rugged woman in red from before said in a rough voice: "What a pleasure, I don't think you can write it anymore, you just let people prepare it." These are these few poems, right? You don’t have the ability to write more, do you?”
"Poetry means both poems and words. Don't be impatient, you will see it soon." Gu Qiancheng smiled back, this smile was full of provocation.
This time, Qin Jiyan smiled...
The poem written by Gu Qiancheng was graceful and touching, especially the sentence about a pair of people in a lifetime, which made all the girls' hearts enchanted. How could there be such beautiful words.
"Pa..." Gu Qiancheng boldly stroked his pen: "I won't write anymore, I'm tired!"
"Pa..." Gu Qiancheng boldly stroked his pen: "I won't write anymore, I'm tired!"
There are still guests who have been there for many years, but the disappointment is not as good as the river drum star.
There are also "calligraphy, painting, music, chess, poetry, and wine, which were indispensable in those days. Now seven things have changed, including firewood, rice, cooking oil, smoke, sauce, vinegar, and tea" which made all the ladies feel the same.
"Poetry."
The poem written by Gu Qiancheng was graceful and touching, especially the sentence about a pair of people in a lifetime, which made all the girls' hearts enchanted. How could there be such beautiful words.
"Pa..." Gu Qiancheng boldly stroked his pen: "I won't write anymore, I'm tired!"
"Then what talent do you want to perform?" Gu Guifei asked.
As soon as an expert takes action, he will know if there is one. Gu Qiancheng's handwriting is not very good, but she has learned handwriting very well.
Now, no one dares to call Gu Qiancheng a fool anymore
"Poetry."
What the rugged woman in red said was not subtle at all. She was obviously accusing Gu Qiancheng of finding someone to write for her. As soon as she said this, many people agreed.
Gu Qiancheng writes very fast. After finishing a poem, he quickly changes the rice paper, picks up the pen, dips it in ink, and puts it down, all in one go, majestic and vaguely revealing the style of everyone.
Everyone thought that two songs would be the limit, but no...
Concubine Gu smiled happily: "Your Majesty, this child is timid, is he nervous?"
No one present is a human spirit. Originally, these people thought that Concubine Gu was trying to support her niece. Now look...
After finishing the last word, Gu Qiancheng laid out the paper again. This time it was another poem, a poem that once again made people marvel.
Who dares to say that Gu Qiancheng can't read a single Chinese character
One poem and one word exactly matched what Gu Qiancheng had said before. It also slapped Gu Guifei in the face, letting Gu Guifei see that Gu Qiancheng knew what poetry and lyrics were better than she did.
No one present is a human spirit. Originally, these people thought that Concubine Gu was trying to support her niece. Now look...
The little eunuch held it up and read loudly. As soon as he finished reading, before Mrs. Feng could speak, a woman who loved poetry took the lead and applauded: "Okay, what a poem."
Thin clouds make tricks, flying stars spread hatred, and silver men are far away in darkness. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world.
She couldn't hold it anymore.
Concubine Gu didn't know whether she wanted to help her niece become famous, or if she wanted to trick Gu Qiancheng.
It was purely because Gu Qiancheng was Wu Yun's daughter, and Jing Yan didn't believe what his adoptive father said that that gorgeous woman would have a daughter who was like a grassroots.
Whoever dares to say it will be in a hurry.
Madam Feng wanted to help Gu Qiancheng, but the emperor's favorite concubine spoke up and acted as if she wanted to help her niece. If she objected, it would make people think that the Feng family and the Gu family were not dealing with each other and were against Concubine Gu.
"My beloved concubine?" The emperor asked with his eyes, what's going on
The Feng family owed Gu Qiancheng a favor before, and Mrs. Feng, Feng Sijin's mother, was secretly worried about Gu Qiancheng.
Just like when Gu Qiancheng was praised just now, at the banquet, there were only voices criticizing Gu Qiancheng. Those who originally shouted for Gu Qiancheng to write again also silenced their voices at this time, because...
Whoever dares to say it will be in a hurry.
If Concubine Gu knew about it, she would probably be so angry that she would vomit blood.
"No more writing, I've had so much fun today." Gu Qiancheng stood on the high platform and waved naturally, with an air even bigger than that of a big star.
The women present may be jealous or look down on Gu Qiancheng, but when Gu Qiancheng's poems and words are written into their hearts, they can no longer be jealous.
No one present is a human spirit. Originally, these people thought that Concubine Gu was trying to support her niece. Now look...
Gu Qiancheng wanted to slap Concubine Gu hard in the face, but one poem would not be enough.
This fool even writes poems, but he probably doesn’t even know what poems are.
If it weren't for the young masters and young ladies below, all of whom are well-educated, they would definitely shout at this time: No...
"Gu Qiancheng, what do you have to say?"
"Qiancheng, don't you play the piano?" Gu Guifei asked knowingly.
They also feel that these people are right, these poems cannot be written by one person...
There are also "calligraphy, painting, music, chess, poetry, and wine, which were indispensable in those days. Now seven things have changed, including firewood, rice, cooking oil, smoke, sauce, vinegar, and tea" which made all the ladies feel the same.
The Feng family owed Gu Qiancheng a favor before, and Mrs. Feng, Feng Sijin's mother, was secretly worried about Gu Qiancheng.
Of course, there are people who like Gu Qiancheng, and there are also people who hate it. The rugged woman in red from before said in a rough voice: "What a pleasure, I don't think you can write it anymore, you just let people prepare it." These are these few poems, right? You don’t have the ability to write more, do you?”
She didn't take the crowd's attention to heart at all, and walked to the stage. Gu Qiancheng abandoned the instrument, walked to the desk, and spread out the rice paper...
"Miss Gu, tell me, I'll help you write it." There was a poetry geek who jumped out regardless of the occasion and offered his courtesy to Gu Qiancheng.
As for Gu Qiancheng
Of course, there are people who like Gu Qiancheng, and there are also people who hate it. The rugged woman in red from before said in a rough voice: "What a pleasure, I don't think you can write it anymore, you just let people prepare it." These are these few poems, right? You don’t have the ability to write more, do you?”
The man looked at Gu Qiancheng with burning eyes. For a moment, Gu Qiancheng thought he saw a pervert, but unexpectedly, more than one person had the same sentiment, and several women also shouted: "Miss Gu, what are you talking about?" , we help you write it.”
What the rugged woman in red said was not subtle at all. She was obviously accusing Gu Qiancheng of finding someone to write for her. As soon as she said this, many people agreed.
There are still guests who have been there for many years, but the disappointment is not as good as the river drum star.
Gu Qiancheng writes very fast. After finishing a poem, he quickly changes the rice paper, picks up the pen, dips it in ink, and puts it down, all in one go, majestic and vaguely revealing the style of everyone.
As soon as an expert takes action, he will know if there is one. Gu Qiancheng's handwriting is not very good, but she has learned handwriting very well.
The fifth prince looked at him, and someone with knowledge immediately criticized him: "These poems are not like the handwriting of one person at all. They are either graceful, heroic, affectionate, or sad, and these emotions are not something that a young girl with haircuts can express. Did you really write these poems, Miss Gu?"
Something doesn't seem right
She was so angry that she almost exploded, but she had to hold it back and praised Gu Qiancheng with a smile.
"Your Majesty, I also suspect that Miss Gu is cheating. Each of these poems is amazing. It is the limit to write one such poem in a lifetime. In just half an hour, Miss Gu wrote dozens of poems of extremely high level. Poems, this is completely impossible..."
"Gu Qiancheng, what do you have to say?"
"Qiancheng, a poem is a poem and a word is a word. Are you writing a poem or a poem?" Gu Guifei smiled again...
The women present may be jealous or look down on Gu Qiancheng, but when Gu Qiancheng's poems and words are written into their hearts, they can no longer be jealous.
The emperor was happy and laughed, and the others also laughed...
Because of the injury on his leg, Gu Qiancheng walked very slowly, step by step... To outsiders, it looked like he was rushing to the execution platform. Even the emperor felt something was wrong.
Of course, there are people who like Gu Qiancheng, and there are also people who hate it. The rugged woman in red from before said in a rough voice: "What a pleasure, I don't think you can write it anymore, you just let people prepare it." These are these few poems, right? You don’t have the ability to write more, do you?”
Just like when Gu Qiancheng was praised just now, at the banquet, there were only voices criticizing Gu Qiancheng. Those who originally shouted for Gu Qiancheng to write again also silenced their voices at this time, because...
He knew that this woman was a little tiger, and if she was angered, she would show her claws to anyone.
The emperor was happy and laughed, and the others also laughed...
"Poetry."
Look at the blue sky today on Chinese Valentine's Day, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are crossing the Magpie Bridge.
At that time, she knew that he was the emperor's eldest grandson and still dared to ask her to do things. How could this woman be timid
They also feel that these people are right, these poems cannot be written by one person...
Among the people present, Qin Jiyan and Jing Yan were probably the only ones who were optimistic about Gu Qiancheng. Qin Jiyan knew that Gu Qiancheng was not simple because he had suffered losses at the hands of Gu Qiancheng many times, but Jing Yan
Gu Guifei was choked hard by Gu Qiancheng, and she couldn't get off the stage for a moment, but Gu Qiancheng ignored her at all and went to grind after replying...
"Then what talent do you want to perform?" Gu Guifei asked.
This fool even writes poems, but he probably doesn’t even know what poems are.
There are still guests who have been there for many years, but the disappointment is not as good as the river drum star.
She didn't create opportunities for Gu Qiancheng to become famous, and she didn't want the emperor to value Gu Qiancheng because of her!
"Gu Qiancheng, what do you have to say?"
Mrs. Feng could only pray secretly, hoping that Gu Qiancheng would not be too arrogant. Anyway, as long as Gu Qiancheng's performance was not too bad, and she applauded him, the rest of the people would not embarrass Gu Qiancheng for the sake of the Feng family.
Because of the injury on his leg, Gu Qiancheng walked very slowly, step by step... To outsiders, it looked like he was rushing to the execution platform. Even the emperor felt something was wrong.
If it weren't for the young masters and young ladies below, all of whom are well-educated, they would definitely shout at this time: No...
The emperor spoke, and everyone's attention focused on Gu Qiancheng again...
They also feel that these people are right, these poems cannot be written by one person...
If Concubine Gu knew about it, she would probably be so angry that she would vomit blood.
One poem and one word exactly matched what Gu Qiancheng had said before. It also slapped Gu Guifei in the face, letting Gu Guifei see that Gu Qiancheng knew what poetry and lyrics were better than she did.
The Feng family owed Gu Qiancheng a favor before, and Mrs. Feng, Feng Sijin's mother, was secretly worried about Gu Qiancheng.