This is very embarrassing. Gu Jinyu's calligraphy is notoriously excellent in the capital. Although this Miss Zhuang is the niece of Zhuang Inspector, she is afraid that she will lose very badly against Gu Jinyu.
Miss Zhuang doesn't seem to be a big measure. She really lost a lot, and she doesn't know how to make things difficult for Gu Jinyu.
Gu Houye looked at Prince An with help-seeking eyes, hoping that he could stop his sister Yi or Two, but Prince An had no intention of opening his mouth at all.
Gu Houye secretly pinched his cold sweat, and quietly winked at Gu Jinyu, hoping that Gu Jinyu would lose to Miss Zhuang on purpose.
When Yao Shi saw that Gu Jinyu was being made difficult by Miss Zhuang, she inexplicably thought of Gu Jiao. Gu Jinyu was still a daughter who grew up in Hou's mansion, so she could be made difficult. If Gu Jiao, who grew up in the countryside, returned to the capital, wouldn't this situation be rare
The group entered the flower hall.
The servant came with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
"How do you want to compare Miss Zhuang?" Gu Jinyu asked neither humble nor arrogant.
Miss Zhuang raised her eyebrows and said, "The two of them will each write a poem, and my brother and Lord Gu will be the judges to see who's words are better!"
"The same poem?" Gu Jinyu asked.
Miss Zhuang snorted: "That's natural? Otherwise, how can it be better?"
This is what a layman said. Gu Jinyu saw it through but didn't say it: "Please give me a poem from Miss Zhuang."
Zhuang Mengyun thought for a while, then with a wave of his hand, he wrote a poem written by King Anjun.
This is a poem written by King Anjun in the second year of his arrival in the state of Chen. When he was not yet ten years old, he wrote a seven-character quatrain full of nostalgia.
His talent shocked Chen Guo.
The monarch of the Chen State pity his talent, so he did not kill the proton to vent his anger after the defeat of the Chen State.
Gu Jinyu knew which poem it was after reading the beginning. This poem was widely circulated in Zhao Kingdom. While admiring the talent of King An Jun, she wrote all the poems smoothly, which was actually a few times faster than Miss Zhuang. Pen.
After the two put down their brushes, the servants on both sides took their works to the Anjun King and Gu Houye to judge.
Lord Gu originally planned to insist that Miss Zhuang is more powerful no matter what, but after reading the handwriting of the two, he almost lost the courage to open his eyes and speak nonsense.
This, is this really written by people
After all, Miss Zhuang is the granddaughter of Mrs. Zhuang, and her uncle is the literary master Zhuang Shishi. It can be said that the Zhuang family is full of scholars, and none of them are cowards.
Gu Houye broke out in cold sweat.
Daughter, daughter, didn't your father let you let Miss Zhuang
Forget it, the word difference is like this, there is no way to let it go.
Miss Zhuang clapped her hands and asked arrogantly, "How? Who won?"
King An's smile was very light: "What do you need to say? Of course you won."
Lord Gu was startled.
Is it so high to open your eyes and talk nonsense
Gu Jinyu was also surprised.
Was the King of Anjun also the kind of person who was wronged by the facts
Miss Zhuang smiled smugly, and was about to taunt Gu Jinyu when she heard Duke An speak again: "In terms of humiliation, who can compare to you?"
Miss Zhuang was stunned.
Gu Houye and Gu Jinyu were also stunned.
Too, too disrespectful to my sister...
After Miss Zhuang was shocked, she jumped on her hips and said, "Brother... How could my brother say that to me?"
Anjun Wang Yun said calmly: "Three-year-old children's handwriting is better than yours. If you can't even read this, then it's not that your handwriting is bad, but your brain is bad."
Miss Zhuang blushed from choking and had a thick neck.
Anjun Wang said: "If you still want to continue to be embarrassed, let's do it again. This time, are you going to compare or compare poetry, or do you have to take turns losing to others?"
Miss Zhuang was so angry that she didn't want to talk to him anymore, she threw her sleeves and walked away angrily!
Lord Gu said embarrassingly, "The way Prince Anjun teaches his sister is really ingenious."
The Duke of Anjun said unhurriedly, "She is the youngest sister in the family, and the family is spoiled, making the Hou Ye laugh."
Gu Houye smiled dryly: "How could it be? How could it be? Miss Zhuang is exquisite and lively, but she is not so cute."
Anjun Wang nodded slightly: "It's getting late, I'll go to rest first, see you tomorrow."
Gu Houye, Yao Shi and Gu Jinyu saluted him and sent him out respectfully.
Looking at his back disappearing into the night, Gu Jinyu murmured with emotion, "This county prince is different from other princes..."
Gu Jinyu often went to the palace to accompany Concubine Shu, and met many princes and lords, but none of them were as good as Anjun Wang, no matter in appearance, talent or temperament.
There is almost no woman in the world who can match such a man.
Anjun Wang and Miss Zhuang were placed in the most elegant courtyard of the villa. After Miss Zhuang returned to the house, she locked herself in the room. The maids wanted to comfort them, but they were all thrown out by her.
The door was knocked.
Miss Zhuang said angrily, "Go out! Don't even come in!"
"It's me." King An said.
"Brother?" Miss Zhuang stood up excitedly, but she sat down thinking of the embarrassment and grievance her brother gave her.
"I'm in." Prince An said, and after waiting for a while, he pushed open the door and entered.
Miss Zhuang turned her back and threw the back of her head to him.
Prince An said softly, "You were the one who wanted to travel with me back then. I said that I wouldn't be used to you like my parents, and you agreed to it yourself."
"I..." Miss Zhuang choked. She didn't expect this brother to be one-of-a-kind. She thought he would be like his parents, saying that he would no longer be accustomed to her, but in fact he tolerated her without any bottom line.
She choked: "I'm your sister, but you help outsiders bully me!"
King An did not argue with her too much. He stepped forward and handed her a box the size of a slap.
"What?" Miss Zhuang asked casually.
"You'll know when you open it," said King An.
Miss Zhuang glanced at the box in her brother's palm.
Brother's hands are so beautiful, as delicate as jade carvings, even if the jade is in his hands, it is not as good as his color.
Miss Zhuang sighed and brought the box over.
When she opened it, she found that there was a luminous night pearl inside. She loved these delicate and fun things, and her attention was immediately attracted.
The King of Anjun said: "The colorful night pearl, the treasure of the king of Chen Guoguo, I exchanged two poems for him."
When she heard that it was the treasure of the monarch of the Chen country, Miss Zhuang fell in love with it even more.
My brother still loves her!