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"This is also the case with Miss Xu San. She knows that Miss Xu Qi is not good at these things, but she still invites people to go up. Isn't this embarrassing for our Miss Xu Qi?"

"Yeah, I wouldn't go either. It would be embarrassing anyway. It would be better to say I have a stomachache!"

"that is!"

To be honest, Xu Xingyin had never read Yang Mingxue's poems, and he had mostly heard of her reputation as a talented woman from others.

Xu Xingyin really had no idea whether he had a chance of winning against her.

However, what Xu Xingyin lacks the most is...

Rebellious.

Since everyone wants to see a good show...

What a pity, I’m afraid they won’t be able to watch this good show.

There is no reason for a girl raised by the Chen family to be defeated without a fight.

So, Xu Xingyin smiled softly and stood up holding Dangui's hand.

Looking at the maid who came over to deliver the message, he smiled like a cunning little fox.

"I understand that Third Sister is not feeling well. As a young lady from the Duke's Mansion, I cannot neglect the honor of my family. Even if it means going through mountains of swords and seas of fire, I will go through it."

When the ladies present heard Xu Xingyin's words, although they knew what he meant, they still couldn't help but feel favorable towards him.

After all, every family has disobedient children. If those children could consider the family a little like Xu Xingyin, they wouldn't have to worry so much every day.

As for those ladies, they don't think as much as their elders do.

But Xu Xingyin knew that she was going to be embarrassed, but she still chose to face it bravely, which made the ladies look up to her a little more.

One is the most talented woman in the capital, and the other is a notorious lady from a noble family.

I have to say, this game has attracted much more attention than the previous ones.

Even some noble ladies who usually stayed away from the fun discussed it secretly.

Xu Xingyin walked up to the stage with a smile on his face and nodded slightly with an elegant gesture as a greeting to Yang Mingxue.

Yang Mingxue also smiled dignifiedly and politely, and comforted Xu Xingyin softly.

"It's just a discussion of poetry and prose, Miss Xu Qi, don't be nervous."

To be honest, Xu Xingyin really hates these people who don't speak nicely.

Look, before the game even started, Yang Mingxue started using psychological tactics.

Xu Xingyin was too lazy to respond to her, he just smiled faintly and showed his courtesy.

The two sides stood still, and the eldest princess sitting in the middle smiled and said:

"Look, both sides are beauties, and it makes me happy to see them. Today, I will use the names of the two girls as the title and compose a five-character poem at will."

Xu Xingyin and Yang Mingxue agreed at the same time. As the winning group, Yang Mingxue was the first to write a poem.

The woman in green took slight steps, no more, no less, and then stopped, smiling confidently and appropriately.

"The brightest is the autumn snow, the darkest is the rock on the wall. Once the spring river warms up, I will explore the wide water and clouds again."

Wow, she is indeed a talented woman. She used the scene before her as the title and added it to the topic posed by the Grand Princess. In just four sentences, she described the beauty of the return of spring as winter goes by. How can we not be amazed!

Even Xu Xingyin couldn't help but praise Mingxue's talent after hearing this poem.

However, with Yang Mingxue's outstanding performance, Xu Xingyin did feel quite pressured.

Since Yang Mingxue has written about the scenery, Xu Xingyin should not write about the scenery as well, otherwise he will inevitably be criticized a few more times.

Xu Xingyin was not as flowery as Yang Mingxue, imitating Cao Zhi's seven-step poem. Instead, he pursed his lips and thought for a while, then chanted in a low voice:

"The stars are drunk on the pillow, the moon is hidden in the sky and bright. In the morning, I enter a bright future, and in my dreams, I return to my hometown and neighbors."

Yang Mingxue's poem adds a bit of beauty to the scene before our eyes.

Then Xu Xingyin's poem made everyone see a dynamic picture of a wanderer's homesickness.

The starlight falling on the pillow is intoxicating like a dream, until the moon disappears and the day returns.

Those who get up early rush towards a bright future, while those who return home at night miss their hometown again in their dreams.

Day breaks, and it's another good cycle. This is the perfect description of the bitterness of being a wanderer away from home.

Although this poem is short, it has profound meaning.

Different people have different feelings when reading it. In comparison, Yang Mingxue's descriptive poem seems a bit shallow.

Putting aside the connotation, the last sentence of Xu Xingyin's poem can be directly used as the first sentence.

The artistic conception remains unchanged despite such back and forth movement, which is something that Yang Mingxue's poem could not achieve.

As soon as Xu Xingyin finished reading the poem, Yang Mingxue knew that he had lost, and lost completely.

Although he was unhappy in his heart, his expression remained unchanged.

"Ms. Xu Qi, you have great literary talent."

"You're welcome, Miss Yang."

Xu Xingyin was not completely sure that he would win with this poem, but Xu Xingyin knew that even if he lost, he would not lose too badly.

The judges of the poetry competition were several old scholars from the Imperial College, and two of them were arguing with each other until their faces turned red.

One of the scholars could be considered half of Yang Mingxue's mentor. If Yang Mingxue lost this time, and lost to Xu Xingyin, who was known for his lack of talent and virtue, then he would have no place to put his face!

While the two sides were in a stalemate, the scholar who insisted that Xu Xingyin should win wrote down the poems that the two girls had just said.

He personally explained the reasons to the Grand Princess, and with the Grand Princess's approval, he called the servant to take the men's seat next to him and let the host and guest choose the winner, so that the outcome would be decided.

When the poems were sent to the men's seats, they were competing in horseback archery.

The sun was high in the sky, and the man on the white horse was holding a bow against the light. His determined eyes were brighter than the sunlight.

The black brocade robe fluttered in the wind, and the crane pattern embroidered with gold thread was even more dazzling.

The arrow flew out with a "whoosh" sound, and then went straight into the target, hitting the center of it.

The man lifted his robe and dismounted amid the flattery of the crowd. The servant hurried forward to take the bow and arrow, and carefully handed a handkerchief to the man to wash his hands.

The man had just taken the handkerchief when he heard a nonchalant voice beside him.

"Your Highness's archery skills are beyond our reach, and your literary talent is even better. Today's event of selecting the best essays must be yours!"

It turned out that the person who shot the arrow just now was the current crown prince Jing Zhichen, and the one who spoke was the eldest son of the Marquis of Jing'an Mansion - Jiang Chengpian.

Jiang Chengpian's mother is the elder sister of Jing Zhichen's mother. In fact, they are cousins, so Jiang Chengpian rarely speaks with consideration.

After hearing Jiang Chengpian's retelling of the whole story, Jing Zhichen finally understood what had happened in the women's section.

Originally Jing Zhichen didn't want to come here today, but was dragged and tricked by Jiang Chengpian. He never thought that he would encounter such a thing as soon as he arrived.

The old scholar invited the guest of honor to the men's seat. Jing Zhichen is the crown prince of a country. Unless the emperor comes in person, who would dare to pass him as long as he is here today?

Therefore, this inexplicable voting right naturally fell into his hands.