The princess is rebellious and brings space to make trouble for the villain

The prince walked back to his seat with a gloomy face.

"Yun Han, go check who killed those two palace maids."

Just now, he didn't want to take care of this matter.

But he accidentally saw the hidden weapon on the palace maid.

That is his unique mark.

If this is investigated.

The suspect is him!

"Yes, Prince."

Someone must have done this on purpose.

……

Soon, the poetry reading began.

Everyone present forgot what had just happened.

"Last year, Fang Zhirou won first place in the women's category of the poetry competition. Who will win first place this year?"

"Maybe it's Fang Zhirou."

"Not necessarily. If Ye Bitong hadn't been unwell last year, maybe it would have been her turn."

……

"Everyone, the poetry reading is about to begin. Please be ready."

The voice of the prince consort sounded from above.

The sound below stopped.

The prince consort paused and said:

“This year’s poetry reading is very different from previous years.”

Hearing this, some curious young men couldn't hold back their temper.

"My dear, what is the difference?"

They are not very good at writing poetry, and they came here today just to witness the wonderful process of writing poetry.

"This year, the poetry writing is no longer separated by gender as in previous years. This year, everyone has unified the theme."

“Men and women spar with each other!”

When these words were spoken, everyone in the audience was amazed.

"Wow, does that mean there is only one first place this year regardless of gender?"

The prince consort nodded, "Not bad."

"I remember the man who won first place last year was Shangguan Chen, the Prime Minister's eldest son. If they are combined this year, I really want to see who will take first place between Fang Zhirou and Shangguan Chen."

"That's right."

……

Everyone held different opinions.

The prince consort raised his hand.

The audience immediately became quiet.

"Then let's start right now."

"For the sake of fairness, this time the topic will no longer be provided by me, the Prince Consort, but by you."

"We're going out?"

"Yes, the subject is written on the stick in my hand. Those who are interested can come up and draw the stick. Each subject has five verses. After the last person calls out the number of words, the one who holds the stick will say the subject in his hand, and then we will start in turn."

"no problem!"

Fang Shiwan sat in the audience with a calm expression.

Fang Zhirou sat next to Fang Shiwan, turned her head to look at Fang Shiwan, and thought she was scared.

He smiled sarcastically.

Later, I will let her see what a talented woman is.

You know you are getting scared, right? But it's too late.

He was so arrogant just now.

Everyone came forward one after another.

One of them was very excited and drew a lot from the prince consort.

"Wow, I'm number three, and the subject is..."

"Don't tell anyone, go back." The prince consort scolded.

The man quickly covered his mouth and hurried back to his seat.

Soon everyone sat down again.

The prince consort started by shouting, "The first topic is number six."

Number 6 held the stick and shouted, "The theme is 'wind'."

Someone on the field spoke up:

"The wind blows the leaves off the guests, the rain has stopped but the sun is still rising. The sound of the spring rushing over the ridge makes people know that the guests are interested."

"well."

Soon, everyone was immersed in the poetry reading.

...

"When the wind comes, the waves roll like dust, flowing into the glass with a new color. When the water falls, the waves are endless, and the stone channel stream is sparkling with green scales."

"Well, as expected of last year's talent, Shangguan Chen is really amazing."

Shangguan Chen fanned himself lightly and sat down with a smile.

"The wind is clear, the sea is broad, the waves are fierce, the current is flat and the land is wide. Who says that the old friend has not returned? There is still a branch of peace for those who know poetry."

After hearing the sound, everyone looked for the source of the sound.

Seeing Fang Zhirou, he stood there with a calm attitude.

I couldn't help but marvel.

"What a good poem! What a good poem! As expected of a talented lady from the imperial city, she writes these lines effortlessly."

"That's right."

Zhang Jingmei stood up angrily and cleared her throat.

"The wind blows the fallen leaves back, the rain stops and the light shines. The night is clear and the crickets are chirping, and the deep is filled with residual mud."

"Miss Zhang, I haven't seen you for a year, and you have made such great progress in poetry."

"Yes, I admire you. I admire you."

"There's one last song, who's going to sing it?" Fang Zhirou's eyes drifted towards Fang Shiwan from time to time, with a proud look on her face.

Fang Shiwan sneered in his heart.

"I come."

Then he stood up slowly.

"The wind blows across the four seas, and the dragon roars. The court and the country are clear and bright, and everything is new. The emperor governs the world in peace, and his virtue spreads across the universe."

Fang Shiwan finished speaking.

The audience was silent.

immediately.

"Clap clap clap!"

There was a lively atmosphere on the field.

"What a good poem, what a good verse."

"I didn't expect that Fang Shiwan has learned quite well after studying with the teacher for a month."

Fang Shiwan smiled and bowed, "Unfortunately, the poem I learned was about the wind."

Everyone suddenly realized, "So that's how it is."

Everyone sighed and turned their heads.

When Fang Zhirou heard that it was a coincidence, her eyes were filled with disdain.

Let’s see how long you can endure.

Fang Shiwan said, "The next topic is number 7."

Number 7 immediately stood up and said, "The subject is 'heart'."

“This is easy, haha.”

The men sat down, each of them confident.

"My heart follows the bright moon to shine upon your shadow. I wish to spend the rest of my life with you. I only hope that our love will never change, and we will be together till we grow old together."

"Hahaha, Master Fu, you have a girl you like, right? Every word you say is full of love."

The second prince laughed twice and pointed at Fu Jingheng.

Fu Jingheng blushed and waved his hand, "Who has a favorite woman? Isn't this writing a poem?"

"Oh~"

The second prince immediately turned back.

Princess An Ning clenched her handkerchief.

Looking at Fu Jingheng's expression just now, it didn't look like he was composing poetry at all.

It seemed like he was confessing his love to a woman.

"What's wrong? Ning'er?"

Princess An Ning turned around and smiled at Meng Weilan, "Mother, nothing happened."

"Write two poems later and show them to me."

Princess An Ning pursed her lips and said, "I know..."

"Love is stronger under the moon and in front of the flowers, and it is softer in the wind and rain. I wish we can stay together forever, and stay together until we grow old."

The deep male voice brought Princess An Ning back to her senses.

She looked up.

"Haha, Your Highness Prince Qi, you are so careless, you have lost."

Mo Qitian glanced around and said calmly, "Who said that I will win?"

"Ah this..."

Fu Jingheng quickly agreed, "Wow, Your Highness, Prince Qi, your poem is really well done."

"I wonder if it was read to your fiancée?"

Mo Qitian looked at him with a teachable look, "Yes."

The words fell.

Many women present looked towards Fang Shiwan with envy.

An Qingyao tightly grasped the handkerchief in her hand before she calmed down.

She stood up abruptly.

"The green sleeves and red skirt reflect the setting sun, the merchant woman lowers her brows and sighs, her gold hairpins and jade ornaments are gorgeous, but they can't hide the pain and sorrow in her heart."

After hearing this, several women looked at An Qingyao quietly and whispered:

"Isn't this An Qingyao? It seems that her father's attack has dealt her a heavy blow. She looks so pale."

"Hush, even so, this poem is still well done."

"It just seems to belittle..."

The men in the seat had just been scolded by the eldest princess, so they didn't dare to comment too much at the moment.

He smiled and agreed, "Miss An is talented."

Fang Shiwan played with the teacup in his hand, with no ripples in his heart.

Everyone knows that An Qingyao likes King Qi.

Now that she saw Prince Qi confessing his love to her, she could no longer sit still and naturally started to mock her.

She looked stern, then stood up.

"The red skirt and green sleeves dance gracefully, the merchant woman never bows down in front of others.

The moon is reflected on the pearl curtains, and my heart is filled with love. Don’t treat the powerful as God’s face.”

There was only a one-second pause on the field before warm applause broke out.

Everyone looked at Fang Shiwan in shock. They never thought that she knew that An Qingyao's poem was referring to them.