Learn a magical skill every year, and start with Xiao Li Fei Dao

When Zhang Lingmai was about to glare back with a vicious look, Zhang Xue had already turned her eyes away.

Damn it.

It's always like this, every time I think of a perfect way to fight back.

The other party stopped playing again.

Zhang Lingmai secretly gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

"The plum must be three points less white than the snow."

Zhang Xue recited another sentence.

Then, it stopped again.

Damn, why are you like a turtle man, intermittent, what's next?

Everyone looked at Zhang Xue anxiously.

The queen mother couldn't help but ask: "Stingy, what's next?"

Fortunately, Zhang Xue didn't say a word, and there was nothing next.

Otherwise, Zhao Xuemei might be angry to death.

Zhang Xue smiled faintly: "The snow is less fragrant than the plum."

"Ah."

"Oh."

"Oh my God!"

'How is it possible? '

"What a good poem, it really is, what a good poem!!!!"

"There are such good poems in the world."

"Seventh Princess, you are so talented!"

"The plum blossom is three points less white than the snow...but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossom, so wet, so wet!"

"..."

A bunch of people were stunned and spoke out.

Heaven and earth are conscientious, they are not Zhang Xue's licking dogs, but Zhang Xue's snow plum is really well done.

They couldn't help but marvel.

"The plum blossom and snow are fighting for spring and are unwilling to give in, and the poets put down their pens and comments.

The plum blossom is three points less white than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossom!"

The queen mother murmured and repeated, and then she actually shed tears, and crystal tears slid down one by one!

"Grandma, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Xue asked with concern.

The Queen Mother wiped her tears and smiled, "No, I just remembered some past events." After a pause, "Xiao Qi, your poem is so good. Although I received countless gifts at today's birthday banquet, your gift is the only one that touches my heart the most."

"Grandmother."

"Xiao Qi."

If there is a panel now, Zhang Xue's relationship with the Queen Mother at this moment must be +30 points.

From the original 60 points, it has become 90 points.

Close.

"Good poem, really good poem!" A middle-aged man in a Confucian robe suddenly stood up from his seat, and the beard on his face seemed to be blown by the wind, flying in all directions.

This man is not simple.

He is the dean of Xinglin Academy.

He is the successor of the master.

He is also the master's favorite student. His name is Zhu Li.

He can be regarded as the most learned person in the court today. As for the Master, if the Master does not hold an official post, he naturally cannot be considered a member of the court.

Zhu Li is the teacher of many princes, grandchildren, and princesses.

"May I ask the Seventh Princess, did you write this poem?" Zhu Li's eyes were fixed on Zhang Xue. Zhang Xue was his student, how could he not know how talented she was.

Unless Zhang Xue was possessed by some great talent, otherwise, she would never be able to write this amazing "Snow Plum".

"No. This is a poem written for the Imperial Grandmother to ask someone for help."

Zhang Xue said, but she did not hide it. After all, she disdained to take away other people's works.

"Who is that person?" Zhu Li said excitedly.

As he said that, he looked at Hao Tong.

After all, no one present, except Hao Tong, the first talent in the capital, was capable of writing such an amazing poem.

And.

Almost everyone knows that Zhang Xue and Hao Tong are childhood sweethearts.

The relationship between the two is the best.

It was hard for Zhu Li not to suspect Hao Tong.

Others, seeing Zhu Li's gaze, also looked towards Hao Tong.

"Is this the poem you wrote for the Seventh Princess? Tong, you did a good job this time."

Hao Niu glanced at his grandson, and a hint of approval appeared in his eyes.

What?

Did I write this poem "Snow Plum"?

Hao Tong was about to say, it wasn't me.

However.

Seeing that Zhang Xue didn't respond, and then the grandfather's praise, and Zhu Li's look like looking at a fairy, and a group of big shots, that was very amazing and surprised.

And, some beautiful girls and young women present, the worship and admiration.

His brain exploded with a bang, and then he was confused.

Could it be that this poem was really written by me for Zhang Xue?

Why don't I remember it.

In the chaos.

Hao Tong moved his mouth but did not refute.

"Was it written by Master Hao Tong?"

"Of course."

"Besides him, I really can't think of anyone else who can write such a good poem."

"Master Hao Tong, you are so talented!!"

"..."

Could it be that I really wrote it? ? ?

The praise from everyone made HaoTong was a little ecstatic and couldn't help thinking so.

"Don't talk nonsense, the author of this poem is not Hao Tong, but... Xiao Ping'an!"

Zhang Xue finally spoke.

What? How is it possible, this is not true! ! ! !

Although Xiao Ping'an wrote three good poems during this period, namely "Nian Nu Jiao•Luoshui Huaigu", "Spring River Flower Moon Night", and "Yellow Crane Tower", but under the deliberate suppression of those who have ulterior motives, Xiao Ping'an is not very famous.

Another point is that even if it is a high-yielding sow.

It won't be so much at once.

Look, I just wrote three poems that can be passed down through the ages, and you are here again.

I'm jealous!

Hao Tong looked at Xiao Ping'an with red eyes, wishing to replace him.

His eyes now are exactly the same as Xiang Yu's eyes when he first saw Qin Shihuang.

Zhang Jian, the eighth prince Zhang Sanfeng, and Ye Wudao looked at Xiao Pingan with complicated eyes.

In fact, Zhang Jian and Ye Wudao were planning to kill Xiao Pingan.

After all, in such a big capital, who dares to offend them?

Even if Xiao Pingan is the son of a duke, he must die.

However, because Xiao Pingan just won 100,000 taels of gold, these two people were short of money.

They didn't have time to send assassins, and then the Cui family took action.

Then, Cui Tieji died.

Cui Anquan died.

I'm a jerk.

When they heard the news, God knows how lucky Zhang Jian and Ye Wudao were.

Fortunately, I'm poor.

Otherwise, wouldn't they have become the father and son of the Cui family?

Although the identities of the two are not bad, they are at most the same as the father and son of the Cui family.

Since Xiao Pingan can kill Cui Anquan and Cui Tieji, he can naturally kill them too.

The scene fell into a strange silence.

Everyone turned their eyes to the figure who was eating and drinking.

I want to praise him, but Xiao Pingan has made many enemies here.

He is the enemy of the family after all.

Even if he is talented, few people are willing to have anything to do with him.

"Good, good."

"Really good."

Two shouts suddenly spread.

Damn, who is so bold to cheer? Aren't they afraid of offending the family?

Everyone looked over.

Well, if it was these two people, they were really not afraid.

One of the two people who cheered just now was Su Bianyi, a seventh-rank scholar.

The other was the master's proud disciple: Zhu Li.

At the same time.

Zhu Li is also the principal of Xinglin Academy, an academy for selecting officials for the court.

Hao Tong used to be known as the first talent in the capital.

This title is still very watery.

However, if we say that the most talented scholar in Daqian is Su Bianyi, there is basically no water in it.

After all, Su Bianyi is indeed very talented and has written many good poems that can be famous all over the world and passed down through the ages.

It is precisely because of their extraordinary identities.

So.

When everyone was afraid of offending the aristocratic family and did not dare to comment on Xiao Pingan.

Only these two people dared to cheer for Xiao Pingan!