Did the female supporting role get rich today [Quick Transmigration]

This was not a glorious thing in the first place.

Although it was Ye Xichen who comforted her by reciting the poem in advance, it was not considered cheating, but when she thought that Ye Xichen had spent all her time preparing this poem, Qiang Wenliu became even more conflicted.

When I promised Ye Xichen to attend the flower viewing party, the original purpose was to help her get acquainted with the third princess, but now I and the seventh prince...

Qiang Wenliu really wanted to tell them directly that he really couldn't write poems, and this poem was written by Ye Xichen.

But if she admits to being a ghostwriter, will anyone still believe her words?

At that time, she would not be the only one being ridiculed, and Ye Xichen would also be implicated.

Seeing the seventh prince's concerned eyes, Qiang Wenliu could only lower his head to escape.

In the eyes of others, Qiang Wenliu's attitude is undoubtedly more like knowing that he is wrong and admitting to ghostwriting.

So many people's eyes are even more unkind.

Seeing Qiang Wenliu's tormented face, Ye Xichen lost confidence and felt uneasy.

Fortunately, a maid soon came to deliver a message.

"The eldest princess and all the wives have finished reading your works, and have already judged the top three poems and paintings. We are going to invite everyone to judge together!"

So everyone moved to a larger flower hall together.

After another complicated salute, the eldest princess smiled and said, "I just said that the people here today are all talented men and women. Sure enough, as soon as the work was collected, all the wives said it was good. I and my wives If I choose one, two, three, I almost get dizzy."

Hearing this, the smile on Li Jingwen's face became more and more unbearable, and she looked at Qiang Wenliu while laughing.

Others present were either looking forward to it or looking calm.

The Seventh Prince said loudly: "Eldest Sister has always had a good eye. If you can recognize her, she must have some real skills. We are all looking forward to it. Please hurry up and let us feast our eyes on it."

The eldest princess didn't speak, and the kind and rich old lady on the bottom left said with a smile: "Since ancient times, it has been said that literature is the first and martial arts is the second. In today's works, there are quite a few amazing ones, and I won't be able to take them later. Don't say we are biased if you win the prize for the eldest princess."

Li Jingwen's position was right in front of him, and she saluted this person again: "Old Lord Feng, you are really good at joking, the juniors are very convinced by the level of appreciation of the eldest princess and the ladies. If you really don't get the honor of the eldest princess, That can only show that I am not good at learning, and I am ashamed to death, how can I complain!"

Hearing this, everyone laughed.

Ye Xichen herself didn't feel anything, and she didn't really come here for the sake of winning.

But couldn't help it, several people's eyes fell on her and Qiang Wenliu, and the good mood was completely ruined.

A nun begins to announce the results.

"Poem No. 3, Li Ruorui, the granddaughter of Taifu, a colorful coral harp and jasper hairpin."

He recited this chrysanthemum poem in public, and received unanimous praise from everyone.

Li Jingwen kept saying congratulations, she looked very proud, she probably thought she could secure the top spot.

"Poetry No. 2, Li Jingwen, the granddaughter of the Prime Minister of the Right, a golden silk inlaid with rubies and emerald green steps." Read the poem as usual.

Li Jingwen was stunned for a moment, then saluted and thanked, got up and looked at Qiang Wenliu with even more contempt.

The rest of the people were surprised and speculated: "Even the Beijing Shuangshu failed to rank first. I don't know how outstanding the No. 1 literary talent is!"

The mother continued: "Poem No. 1, Qiang Wenliu in Houye's Mansion, a pair of sandalwood bracelets with colorful heads."

Hearing the result, the hall immediately became noisy, and they all looked at the heroine.

Mammy paused for a while, and then read again under everyone's urging: "The autumn bushes surround the house like Tao's house, and the fence is getting more and more slanted. It's not that I prefer chrysanthemums among flowers, and there are no flowers when all these flowers bloom."

After reading the last sentence, all the people in the room recited it silently in their mouths.

The Seventh Prince even clapped his hands and praised: "The good one is not that I prefer chrysanthemums among flowers. This flower has no flowers when it is fully bloomed. It really deserves the first name! No wonder the elder sister praised it so much just now!"

Ye Xichen hastily flirted with the system, the heroine has emerged as a poet, so the hero and heroine should follow the original plot.

Looking at Li Jingwen again, the smile on her face was uglier than crying, her eyes were full of surprise and displeasure, and the handkerchief in her hand was pinched badly.

It's a pity, the one who just said that she was ashamed if she didn't get the lottery was herself.

At this time, she couldn't openly refute the princess's judgment, so she could only grit her teeth in anger.

Now that the purpose of bringing the heroine here today has been fulfilled, Ye Xichen continued to appreciate the next paintings with the mentality of watching a play.

It never occurred to him that he and Ling Qinghe won the painting No.1 at the same time.

Ye Xichen sighed, finally feeling a little like a golden finger.

In addition to saluting and thanking, I had to tell everyone the inspiration for this painting with a perfect smirk.

The Eldest Princess also specially asked: "Among so many paintings, only you two have the theme of the snowy sea. I can see that Heyou wrote an inscription on the painting. I wonder if you have it too?"

Ye Xichen recalled it.

Just now I was just surprised, and didn't look at Ling Qinghe's works carefully. I just felt that her chrysanthemums were not as vigorous or bleak as other people's chrysanthemums, but gave people a sense of sadness.

As for the verses, Ye Xichen only remembered the two lines of "Pity the chrysanthemums in the hometown from a distance, and open them near the battlefield".

Before he had time to think about why Ling Qinghe would ask such words, Ye Xichen could only answer the princess's question first.

"Princess Hui, this painting has an inscription. The garden is full of golden chrysanthemums and turquoise, and there are solitary bushes in the middle that look like frost. It also looks like the banquet of the Song Dynasty, and the pulsatilla entering the juvenile field."

After finishing speaking, the hall fell silent, and then praised again.

Only Ling Qinghe looked at her with complicated eyes, and murmured: "Pulsatilla enters the youth field..."

……

Ever since he won the first prize at the eldest princess's flower viewing party, Qiang asked Liu Ruru, as in the original plot, and made a big splash in the capital.

The original title of "Shuangshu in Beijing" has also been changed to "Three Shu in Beijing".

The male protagonist, the Seventh Prince, even ran towards the Hou's mansion.

Either send a few pots of flowers to invite the Qiang and willows to enjoy together, or bring a few boxes of fashionable snacks from the capital to have afternoon tea, or send two newly released jewelry from Jiangnan.

In this regard, Ye Xichen is the one who likes to hear and hear the most.

Every time the hero and heroine meet, she can't wait to turn into a head-pressing squad, so that the two of them will quickly bow to the sky and the earth and then to the high hall, and the husband and wife will bow to each other and send them to the bridal chamber.

Maybe it was to avoid suspicion, or to find someone to entangle him so as to create an opportunity to be alone with Qiang Wenliu, the Seventh Prince would drag Ling Qinghe with him every time he came to the Hou Mansion.

So, what was supposed to be a solo date between the hero and heroine, now there are Ye Xichen, Ling Qing and these two shining light bulbs.

Seeing the hostess and heroine chatting shyly, Ye Xichen unconsciously wore a motherly smile on her face.

At the same time, I don't forget to sigh with the system, the ancients are innocent, and they are so naive and shy when they talk about love.

Of course, Ye Xichen could only open her eyes wide to express her helplessness every time she saw the male lead looking over with pleading eyes: Brothers, I also want to help you create a chance to be alone.

But who made Ling Qing and this person have no emotional intelligence, no matter what, they just refuse to leave the two of you.

In this way, every time the hero and heroine are dating, it looks a bit weird.

Qiang Wenliu and the Seventh Prince were chatting with each other.

Ye Xichen was eating melon seeds next to her, like watching a costume series.

From time to time, I have to wink with the hero and heroine separately, and give an assist according to the situation at the time, which is really heartbreaking.

Seeing that the two of them are already in love with each other, but the male lead just doesn't mention marriage, Qiang Wenliu really wanted to shake the male lead's shoulder wildly and growl: Don't hesitate anymore bro!She is your one, get married quickly, please!

It's a pity that only the system can experience such good intentions.

As for Ling Qinghe, Ye Xichen also said that he didn't understand.

You said that if you don't want to come to the Hou Mansion, you can't tell from her expression every time she comes.

But every time Ye Xichen finds an excuse to want the hero and heroine to be alone, she always has various reasons to refuse.

Not only that, Ling Qinghe would sit aside and calmly read a book and drink tea every time when the hero and heroine were in love, as if nothing had happened and nothing could be seen.

In the first few times, Ye Xichen was still a little ready to move, narcissistically fantasizing that she was not a single arrow, and made up her mind to take this opportunity to further her relationship with Ling Qinghe.

At least talk about life ideals from poetry and songs.

However, every time he sees Ling Qinghe sitting there like a flower in the high mountains, Ye Xichen is terribly scared again.

Ye Xichen has imagined all the one hundred and eight ways from holding hands to being together, but the actual relationship between the two has not progressed at all.

So Ye Xichen could only make up his mind while spurning himself like a strange aunt.

She even wondered if the smile she saw at the flower viewing party last time was her own illusion.

This caused Ye Xichen to exercise restraint and restraint every time he watched the live broadcast of love dramas between the male and female protagonists, for fear that he would accidentally take Ling Qinghe as the object of his gossip, revealing his true inner thoughts.

Seeing that the relationship between the hero and heroine gradually stabilized, Ye Xichen finally had time to think about how to make money.

After all, love and money must have at least the same thing.

At this stage, the young lady is temporarily unable to move.

Why worry?Only get rich.

The author has something to say: The three poems in this article are "Chrysanthemum" by Yuan Zhen, "Thinking of Chang'an Hometown for Nine Days March" by Cen Shen and "Fu Bai Chrysanthemum on the Chongyang Seat" by Bai Juyi.