The whole world is an NPC

Chapter 692
Princess Baolin smiled and said: "With Tianxiang's order, the garden is full of begonias. There are colorful flowers falling on the lake, and beauties gathered in the pavilion. Today's grand event will be a good story through the ages. I suggest that everyone here write a poem and talk about it. "

As soon as this was said, all the guests present responded and said that it should be like this.

Princess Mingyu clapped her hands and said with a smile: "Rather than letting others write it, we should write it ourselves. I agree!"

A few young girls showed embarrassment, because they were not good at writing poetry, and they were afraid of making a fool of themselves.But most people agree, and they can't help it.

Seeing everyone's high interest, Princess Tianxiang smiled and said, "Okay! Let the men see our daughter's poetic talent too. Everyone must write well. If you can't write well, you will be fined three glasses of wine at the banquet."

The master spoke and the matter was settled.

Princess Tianxiang excitedly asked someone to get pen and ink.

When Ye Xueying came to this world, she had only written one ancient poem, which was also the Begonia poem.I have written a few other limericks.

Although she has perfect literary skills, she is still a little flustered because she has never written.

What she wrote back then was: I went to bed late in spring with pink makeup, and opened my eyes to you shyly.It's better to laugh on the branches than plant on the temples.

But on this occasion, it is not appropriate to write this kind of self-admiration poem.

As a queen, the poems she writes must be consistent with her status as a queen.You must be graceful and noble, and have the demeanor of a mother who cares about the world.

What annoys Ye Xueying the most is this style of articles. She doesn't want to read them on weekdays, but if she is asked to write them suddenly, it will be fatal.

Princess Tianxiang ordered four pots of begonias in full bloom to be brought into the hall.There are four pots of four colors, deep red, pink and pure white. The petals of the last one are red on the outside and white on the inside.

She smiled and said, "I like white ones, and our table is themed with white begonias. You share the rest."

Princess Tianxiang has a small thought in her heart. She has seen the Dream of Red Mansions and still remembers the Bai Haitang poem in it.She is not very good at writing poems, so she wanted to copy one of them to suit the occasion, so she snatched Bai Haitang first.

The others didn't understand what they meant, and agreed with a smile.The little eunuch lit a stick of incense, and when the incense was exhausted, he was about to write a poem.The ladies of the court set up their pens and ink, just waiting for everyone to write poems.

Princess Tianxiang sent a voice transmission to Ye Xueying, saying: "Sister-in-law, I will choose Lin Daiyu's poems, but you can choose Baochai's."

She was afraid that Ye Xueying would copy the same copy as her, and it would be a joke.So I greeted Ye Xueying in advance.

Lin Daiyu's poem is like this: The half-rolled Xiang curtain half-closes the door, and the ice is made into soil and jade into a basin.Stolen pear pistils are three points white, and plum blossoms are borrowed for a ray of soul.The immortals in the Moon Cave sew onyx sleeves, and the autumn girls wipe away the traces of their cries.She is shy and silently complains to someone, and she is fainted at night leaning against the westerly wind.

Although Princess Tianxiang doesn't like Lin Daiyu's crying nature, she knows that she is the most famous talented woman in the Red Chamber, and she thinks there is nothing wrong with choosing her poems.She felt that Baochai's poems were more in line with the ideas of feudal ladies, so she specially reserved them for her sister-in-law.

Ye Xueying remembered Baochai's poems.The poem goes: Cherish your beauty and keep your door closed during the day, and hold your own hand with an urn to fill the moss basin.Rouge washes out the shadow of autumn, and ice and snow reveal the soul.When it is extremely light, I know that the flowers are more beautiful. How can I find jade without a trace when I am sad?In order to repay the white emperor for his cleanliness, Tingting said nothing and the sun became dim again.

In her opinion, these two poems are actually not suitable for today's use, nor are they suitable for her and Tianxiang's identities.

Lin Daiyu's poems are sad and lonely, which are not in line with Princess Tianxiang's usual dignified, virtuous, elf and funny personality, nor with her status as a mage princess.

She sent a voice transmission to Tianxiang, asking her to copy Baochai's.In comparison, Baochai is a bit grander.

Tianxiang sent a message and asked: "What about you?"

Ye Xueying frowned and said, "I'll think about it again."

Tianxiang is not as perfect as her literary skills, and it is easier for her to think about it than Tianxiang.

Tianxiang came up with another idea: "How about you choose Li Qingzhao."

Li Qingzhao has a famous poem about Begonia.Word cloud: Last night it was raining and the wind was blowing, I was sleeping hard and couldn’t get rid of the remaining wine. I tried to ask the person behind the curtain, but the crabapple was still the same.Know it, know it or not, it should be green, fat, red and thin.

Ye Xueying rolled her eyes and shook her head.

Firstly, she was not sure if there was such a song in this world, and secondly, the word was written about red crabapple.Three, it didn't rain yesterday, copying this song will make people suspicious.

"Okay, you can figure it out." Princess Tianxiang said.

Seeing Ye Xueying's frown, Princess Qinghe secretly felt complacent, thinking that she would make a fool of herself soon.

She sent someone to inquire, but she never heard that Chen Wan had written any poems.Top noble ladies rarely wrote poems, and even fewer poems about flowers.Of course, some people at the banquet came prepared and had memorized several songs.For example, Princess Baolin, Princess Qinghe and Duanmu Yunqin.

Ye Xueying made up four nonsense: Ice and snow are in formation and winter has not withdrawn, and jade flowers are like swords, I will be the first.Once the princess gave the order, she vowed to fill the world with spring.

The third sentence points to the reason for today's banquet. In the poem, the delicate Begonia flower is written as a swordsman, fighting against the cold winter for the princess's order, vowing to bring spring to the world in advance.

Although she wasn't very satisfied with it, she felt it was in line with her identity and character as a sword fairy.However, her identity as a future queen is not mentioned in the poem, nor is her grace and splendor.

Ye Xueying memorized this song first, then used her brain to continue thinking, and if she couldn't think of a more suitable word, she took this song to the job.

Halfway through the incense burning, Tianxiang smiled and said: "Today I am the master, and I will first write a poem to attract others."

Sun Tianxiang copied Baochai's poems.The maid hung the poem on the wall.

All the girls looked around curiously, and some of them secretly marveled, they never thought Princess Tianxiang could write such a good poem.

Everyone praised Princess Tianxiang, and Princess Tianxiang blushed a little guilty.If she hadn't had to, she really didn't want to do such a thing.

Then, all the girls came forward to write poems one after another.

Ye Xueying was thinking hard with her teacup in hand, trying to write a graceful and luxurious poem.

Before I knew it, the fragrance was almost gone.

Qinghe and Baolin looked at each other, and a smirk appeared on the corner of their mouths.They felt that Chen Wan was going to be cold this time, so they couldn't write like this!

At this time, there were only seven or eight girls who hadn't written anything. Some of them frowned like Ye Xueying, some were sweating, some were asking for help from their friends through sound transmission, and some had broken their cans and were about to drink them. Three glasses of wine.

Sun Tianxiang looked a little anxious, and said through voice transmission: "Sister-in-law, just copy any one."

Ye Xueying only squinted at the fragrance, sighed, and wrote down the crooked poem she made up.

who cares!My sister is at this level, whoever I love, who can do anything to me?
Ye Xueying was originally the focus of everyone's attention. When she started writing, everyone's attention was fully focused.

As soon as Ye Xueying's poem was hung up, everyone crowded up to watch it curiously.

Qiu Yu, a true disciple of the Gongdezong, read it and praised loudly: "A good poem is the true quality of a swordsman."

Sun Tianxiang read it, clapped his hands and smiled, "Ba Qi, I like this poem the most. Sister-in-law's shot is really extraordinary."

Princess Mingyu praised: "The spirit is full of energy, it is not ordinary."

Bao Linqiang smiled and said: "Chen Wan's poem is very expressive, and its heroic spirit is not inferior to that of a man."

(End of this chapter)