The Peasant Girl’s Concubine’s Name Moves the World

Di Junxian was awakened by the call of the eighth princess and came back to his senses.

He looked at the stage, the eyes of the woman who was wearing a light purple palace dress and whose appearance was seen in the world was deep and incomprehensible.

As if she was not affected by the world, she still buried herself at the desk and wrote quickly.

Quiet as a virgin, independent from the world, but like the most dazzling sun in the sky, dazzling and dazzling!

His heart throbbed inexplicably.

"The scenery of the northern country is frozen for thousands of miles, and snow drifts for thousands of miles."

"I want to compete with the gods!"

"The country is so beautiful that it attracts countless heroes to compete!"

"Counting the romantic figures, let's look at the present!"

Isn't this sentence a true portrayal of his state of mind at this moment?

Such a majestic, heart-warming, and arrogant poem was really made by a woman like her! ?

I didn't expect such a beautiful woman to have such a heart!

Di Junxian looked at Nalan Jinnian, who now looked at the woman on the stage with tenderness.

This was the first time he had seen such an expression on the frozen face of Nalan Kingdom.

He seemed to understand a little bit why Nalan Jinnian fell in love with her.

Inexplicably, he has a trace of jealousy towards Nalan Jinnian!

At the moment, the eyes of others also fell on Libu Langzhong, urging:

"Sir, you should hurry up and read it!"

"Yes, hurry up and read it!"

Libu Langzhong looked at the poem in his hand, and his hands were shaking with excitement. It wasn't because he didn't miss it, it was because he had to ease his mood. Finally, he took a deep breath and continued to read: "Independence Hanqiu, go north of Xiangjiang River. ,Orange Isle.

See Wanshan red all over, the layers of forests are dyed; the river is full of blue, and hundreds of boats compete for the flow. ."

The hall was silent again!

The hearts of the people were like a huge wave rolling in the sky.

"Liaokuo, ask the vast land, who controls the ups and downs?"

"The student is young, and he is in full bloom; the book business is full of enthusiasm, and he reprimands Fang Qiu."

"Guiding the country and promoting the words, the dung was in the past ten thousand households.

Have you ever remembered whether you hit the water in the middle of the stream, and the waves stopped the flying boat. "

The prosperous years, the splendid beauty, and the guidance of the country, these poems, word by word, word by word, struck the hearts of countless people here!

Another top-heavy, poignant poem!

Wake up the little hero who lives in everyone's heart!

There is an impulse in their hearts, they want to do something, but at this moment they can't do anything!

This time, Mr. Ribu didn't need everyone to remind him, so he continued to read!

"The golden bottle of sake is worth ten thousand, and the jade plate is ashamed and worth ten thousand dollars. When the wind and waves break, it will hang on the clouds to help the sea."

"How about Zongfu Dai, Qilu Qing is not finished yet. I will be at the top of Ling Jue Ding, and I will see all the mountains and small mountains."

Finally, Wen Nuan used Li Qingzhao's song "I live as a hero, and I die as a ghost. So far, I think about Xiang Yu and refuse to go to Jiangdong."

Finish!

In the time of a stick of incense, Nuan Wen wrote several ancient poems silently.

It is simply soaring in the world, galloping across the country, and across the world!

Let the people in the room feel their breaths, and their chests are surging, right? !

Satisfied!

The warm surface calmly put down the wolf pen.

The people in the entire hall are still immersed in the boldness and majesty of those verses, soaring in the clouds and lofty ambitions, proudly flying in the world, galloping across the world, and can't return to their senses for a long time!

Looking at Feng Di, Wen Nuan was dumbfounded and smiled: "Is the time up? Miss Feng, is your poem ready?"

Feng Di came back to her senses, her face flushed like a pig's liver.

Everyone woke up like a dream!

Time is up?

there is none left?

I really want to continue to listen to the poems written by Hui'an County Master!

How arrogant, soaring and ambitious, thought-provoking!

The emperor pressed Lingyun's lofty ambitions of the ancient emperors in his heart to guide the country, and he said loudly: "The poems of Hui'an county master are very good! Let's listen to the poems of Beimingfeng girl!"

Everyone: "."

It's also called good!

This is simply the god of poetry~!

The emperor's demands are too high!

He said warmly and honestly: "The emperor is wrong, but the ministers and daughters don't understand!"

She is all silent!

During the 12-year compulsory education, I learned better!

Everyone: "."

This is called do not understand?

So are they poetic idiots?

The emperor waved his hand: "The Princess Hui'an is too polite, it's an ancient quatrain, and I still don't understand it!"

Manchu Wenwu: "The Princess Hui'an is really too modest! It's too low-key on weekdays!"

"Master Hui'an, you are really hiding!"

Warm and quickly change the subject, she has a guilty conscience!

Never had a guilty conscience.

"Well, let's take a look at Miss Feng's poems! Miss Feng has been famous all over the world for a long time, and she must do better than me!"

Feng Di held Langhao's hand, and her knuckles turned white!

Her poems are all affectionate, all the pain of lovesickness, full of sadness!

Compared with the poems of Princess Hui'an, it seems too petty.

And she only finished one song just now, and she can't write the second one.

Ribu Lang Zhongzheng wanted to go over and pick it up and read it.

Feng Di quickly picked up which poem she had already made, and kneaded it into a ball. She stood up and said, "I lost! The poems of Princess Hui'an make the little girl feel ashamed!"

It is better to admit it generously than to be read out by the ritual officials of Nalan Kingdom, otherwise, she and Beiming Kingdom will be embarrassed by such a comparison!

Feng Di glanced at Di Junxian's direction.

Di Junxian didn't look at her, he was looking at Princess Hui'an of Nalan Kingdom at the moment, his expression was unfathomable.

Feng Di clenched his fists unconsciously.

She has always known that the Seventh Prince doesn't care about women, but he likes talented women!

So always treat yourself with a different eye.

If there is no accident, after the envoy returns this time, the emperor will bestow his marriage on him.

Feng Di's fists clenched even tighter.

In the next three competitions, she must not lose again!

Feng Di looked at the official of Nalan: "Sir, can we start the next competition?"

Libu Langzhong looked at Wennuan: "Master Hui'an, what's the next competition?"

Warm: "Calligraphy and painting! Just as the desk is still there, you don't need to carry it around!"

Feng Di looked at the warmth, smiled a little stiffly and said, "Hui An County Master, what is the theme of the painting?"

It was said before that Princess Hui'an had the final say, and she naturally would not break her promise.

He said warmly and casually, "Shrimp!"

She copied a picture of Qi Baishi's shrimp.

The unknown master has not painted shrimp, and rarely painted animals.

Feng Di's mouth twitched, shrimp?

She still copied it when she was a child!

She smiled: "Okay!"

Libu Langzhong quickly lit a stick of incense: "The calligraphy and painting competition begins!"

The two were seated, and two palace maids stepped forward to study ink for them.

Warm refused: "I have work, I will do it myself!"

Feng Di also refused: "Thank you, I can do it myself."

Hearing the words, the two palace maids retreated to the side.

Warm starts to grind ink finely, and so does the phoenix flute!

Seeing this, the emperor said: "Everyone eat and wait!"

Borrowed many poems, including Grandpa Mao, Su Shi, Li Bai, Li Qingzhao, etc.

In order to avoid talking about the number of words, I only picked a few sentences.

Everyone should have learned something like that, know the whole poem, right?