Hua Manxue sneered at the corners of Hua Laoyue's lips, she didn't believe what poem Hua Laoyue would compose.
Jun Qingyu is very confident in Hua Laoyue, after all, she has written love poems to him before: "Then let the cousin start first."
These one and two, both are Aite, Hua Laoyue herself has a dazed expression: "Why do you want to write a poem?"
This is to eat, what a poem!
Hua Manxue's lips sneered deeper: "Have you forgotten the fifth sister? Fighting poems is our tradition of the Peach Blossom Festival. However, in previous years, the fifth sister did not participate in the Peach Blossom Festival, and it is normal if I don't know."
The irony of Hua Manxue's words is very strong, to say that Hua Lao Yue hadn't participated in any Peach Blossom Festival before.
First of all, this peach blossom festival is not something anyone can participate in. Although the civil and military officials are allowed to bring family members, there is a limit on the number of people, so generally those who come to participate in the peach blossom festival are the favored children of the family.
Like the daughter of Hua Laoyue, who has neither outstanding literary talent nor favored daughter, it is impossible for the people in the second room of the Hua family to take her out to participate in the Peach Blossom Festival.
Before the eldest sister Hua Siluan was still there, she took her out to participate a few times, but because her own sense of existence was relatively low, no one cared at all. After Hua Siluan got married, Hua Laoyue became a transparent person completely.
Hua Laoyue didn't seem to understand Hua Manxue's ironic words, she only smiled and looked at Jun Moran: "Master, do you want a concubine to write a poem?"
Jun Moran raised his hand, and his slender fingers gently brushed the peach blossom branch in the corner of her eye: "This king just wants you to be happy."
Upon hearing this, Hua Laoyue instantly raised a bright smile.
This person is really used to talking sweet words.
"Well, the concubine is in a good mood now, fight poems." Hua Laoyue blinked big eyes, and suddenly looked at Jun Moran expectantly, "If the concubine wins, what reward will the prince give the concubine ?"
Jun Moran raised the corners of her lips, raised her hand to lift her chin, and printed a kiss on her delicate red lips: "What does Lao'er want? Is this king giving herself to Lao'er?"
Hua Laoyue suffocated her breath, feeling all the blood rushing to the top of her head.
Damn, this guy wants to fuck her to death.
Ahhh!
It's not just Hua Laoyue who wants to scream, but also the women in the audience.
OMG, who on earth said that King Yan is cold and frosty, and that he is obviously a warm man, okay
King Yan is very kind to Hua Laoyue. I knew that King Yan was so warm. Not to mention that he was paralyzed if he had a broken leg. They married too!
How to do? I really like King Yan, but it is a pity that King Yan only sees Hua Lao Yue.
At this moment, the eyes of all the women in the audience were on Jun Moran and Hua Laoyue.
They didn't want to watch any fighting poems at all, they just wanted to see the love between King Yan and Hua Lao Yuexiu.
Concubine Zhu, Qingyu Hua, Ye Linglong and the others have been numbed by the stimulation of the two.
Hua Manxue originally wanted to ridicule
Hua Laoyue, as a result, he was not careful, and they became the envy of all the ladies in Beijing.
Jun Qingyu also had a pale face. Even if he knew that his cousin really loved him, he was just vainly trying to talk to Jun Moran, but he still wanted to kill with sourness.
"If my cousin wins, how about I give you another box of jewels?" Jun Qingyu didn't want Hua Laoyue to keep looking at Jun Moran, trying to get her attention back.
Sure enough, Hua Laoyue's eyes lit up when she heard the words, and she immediately turned to Jun Qingyu: "Really?"
After finally pulling Hua Laoyue's gaze back, Jun Qingyu smiled triumphantly: "Of course it's true."
Hua Laoyue immediately became happy, and said with bright eyes: "Since there are rewards, let's fight poems."
… Jun Moran looked depressed, and he was not as good as a box of jewels.
"Then I'm composing a poem, can it be any poem?" Hua Laoyue didn't know if there were any specific requirements.
"As long as it is a poem related to peach blossoms." Jun Qingyu looked at Hua Laoyue and said in favor.
Jun Moran's face was a little dark, and he swept Hua Laoyue in his arms.
Hua Laoyue didn't know Jun Qingyu and Jun Moran's careful thoughts, she was scouring her stomach and thinking about the ancient poems related to peach blossoms she had learned.
Seeing her racking brains, Hua Manxue sneered: "If the fifth sister can't think of it, just give in. I believe you won't laugh at the fifth sister."
"I thought about it." As soon as Hua Manxue's voice fell, Hua Laoyue said excitedly: "The egret flies in front of Xisai Mountain.
Peach blossom running water mandarin fish fertilizer. "
Then, without waiting for everyone to taste her poems, she looked at Jun Moran bluntly, "Master, let's eat mandarin fish tonight!"
"Okay." Jun Moran kissed her forehead indulgently.
"The egret flies in front of the Xisai Mountain, the peach blossom and the flowing water are mandarin fish fat." Everyone murmured the poem of Hualaoyue, nodding their heads.
"It's a good poem!"
"Very artistic conception, good poem!"
"Unexpectedly, Princess Yan's literary talent is so outstanding!"
Hua Manxue's face was pale, she said in the last second that she could not write poems, and in the next second she wrote the poems, as if she was slapped severely by Hua Laoyue's poem.
Hua Laoyue that straw bag can actually compose poems!
"Okay, well done!" Jun Qingyu also thought these two poems were wonderful, and took the lead in applauding, "The cousin is really good literary talent."
"The emperor is absurd, I just made it casually, just want to eat mandarin fish." Hua Laoyue smiled embarrassedly, this is not her poem, she has a guilty conscience.
Hearing that Hua Laoyue wanted to eat mandarin fish, Jun Qingyu immediately told Ye En, "Go to the big kitchen and let them cook some mandarin fish delicacies. From now on, every Peach Blossom Festival will eat mandarin fish."
"Yes." Ye En took his order and immediately went to the big kitchen.
Everyone did not expect that Hua Laoyue would write a poem casually. The emperor liked it so much that he changed the custom of not eating meat on the Peach Blossom Festival.
Rumors say that Hua Lao Yue Ai
Majesty Mu, now it seems that the emperor is not unintentional to Hua Lao Yue.
This royal secret is indeed a big drama.
Hua Manxue glared at Hua Laoyue with jealousy, wishing to tear her apart.
This bitch has to seduce the emperor when he writes a poem!
"Thank you, the emperor!" Hua Laoyue didn't expect that she would make any excuses, and Jun Qingyu would be so troubled by her.
Feeling Hua Manxue's jealous eyes, Hua Laoyue could only lean in Jun Moran's arms with an innocent look.
She really didn't want to seduce Jun Qingyu, and she didn't want to have half a dime relationship with Jun Qingyu.
Jun Mo dyed his black face and glanced at Hua Lao Yue. Although he was still angry that he was not as good as a box of jewels, he still held her in his arms when she leaned over.
Hua Laoyue wrote a poem, and it was Jun Baisheng's turn to make a poem at will.
Everyone praised them as usual, and then some people wrote poems and some people abstained.
Finally, I walked around the table of the concubine, and the poem was made by the concubine Zhu. In a simple sentence, not to mention how amazing it is, it is also a small and fresh, but also mixed with someone's affection.
Hua Laoyue heard the meaning of the poem, and secretly squeezed Jun Moran's palm.
Jun Moran smiled helplessly and didn't explain anything. He only fed her cherries: "Eat more sweet ones, it won't be sour."
… Hua Laoyue rolled her eyes at him, who is sour, she is just jealous!
After eating his cherries, Hua Laoyue was no longer jealous.
After a round of rounds, more than half of those who gave up, it was Hua Laoyue’s turn to write a poem again, and Hua Laoyue memorized another poem: "Last year, today and today, the faces of human faces are red. The face of humans does not know where to go, Taohua Still smiling at the spring breeze."
"Okay!" As soon as Hua Laoyue's poem came out, everyone immediately applauded.
Hua Laoyue's poems are so good, many people behind them abstained in shame, but two literati followed.
Finally, it was Concubine Zhu's turn. Her poems were still affectionate, but it was a pity that she didn't dare to do any poems, so emotional, Jun Moran didn't raise her eyes to look at her.
It was Hua Laoyue's turn again, Hua Laoyue blinked and memorized another poem.
"Tao’s Yaoyao burns its flowers. The son of Yaoyao is suitable for his family. The child of Tao’s Yaoyao is suitable for his family. The son of Yaoyao is suitable for his family. The child of Tao Yaoyao is suitable for his family. , Yiqi family."
"Okay, okay!" Everyone applauded, even those who don't understand poetry sounded that the poem was made very well at the moment.
"Good poetry!"
"Good literary talent!"
"Princess Yan is amazing!"
Everyone praised Hua Lao Yue, and the women finally turned their attention back to Dou Shi.
A few more people gave up later, and it was Concubine Zhu's turn again. She glanced at Jun Moran, who was on Hua Laoyue, and finally gave up.
Her poems are indeed not as good as that of the woman, so why should she humiliate herself.
After this round, only Lu Zheng and Hua Laoyue were left.
(End of this chapter)