"Sister, what do you think?"

Princess Han Wang smiled and asked Miss Zhao who was stunned for a moment.

"Well……"

Zhao Shanxin nodded thoughtfully.

'Cuo'er has had a bad reputation in Beijing over the years. What happened yesterday should have greatly changed people's view of him. If that poem is publicized again, it will definitely wash away the impression of a playboy in the past. In this way, which girl will he date in the future?

It is more certain to propose marriage.'

Thinking of this, the smile on Miss Youxin's face became even brighter. Under the gaze of many little sisters, she said in a gentle tone:

"Shang Xin is here to thank you all on behalf of my incompetent brother."

"Sister, what you said made me angry."

Princess Han Wang pretended to be dissatisfied and said something, then showed a bright smile, turned her little head and looked around.

"Which sister comes first?"

"It is better to ask Your Highness the Princess to take the lead."

"Sister, please go first."

There was a lot of smiles on the painting boat, but no one asked Zhao Changxin to come first. Everyone in this circle knew that the eldest daughter of the Zhao family wrote every word in detail, but she was not good at poetry.

After some reasoning, Her Royal Highness the Princess took the lead. She thought for a moment with embarrassment, and then read out a very inspirational poem. From the exquisite wording, it was clear that this was unlikely to be a scene.

Made.

The ladies present were like mirrors in their hearts, knowing that Her Royal Highness the Princess had come prepared, and of course no one was stupid enough to expose it. They all showed admiration and compliments, and Zhao Shangxin also nodded in praise.

"Next it's Sister Yushy's turn."

"Yeah... let me think about it."

A boatload of noble ladies came and went, but it was really difficult to guarantee the quality of this impromptu poem. Until the fireball in the sky reached the west, the best song in the audience was Princess Han Wang’s elaborate poem, The Proud Little Peacock’s Mouth

He didn't say anything, but everyone could see the pride in his eyes.

Fortunately, everyone knows the temperament of Her Majesty the Princess, so no one will look for trouble.

However, everyone present had the idea of ​​overpowering the daughter of the King of Korea.

"Sister Youxin, it's almost time for the meeting to end. Why don't you write a song?"

A petite girl said, and as soon as she said these words, Miss Zhao, who was in front of a transparent person, was glared at. Among them, Princess Han's eyes also showed a competitive spirit.

"Well... then it would be a shame to please the eyes."

Zhao Shanxin has been waiting for this moment. She actually has no vanity in this aspect, but because she wants to show off her favorite brother, she begins to look forward to the reactions of everyone present. Wait for these little girls.

Everyone will be stunned, right?

"I will recite a poem with bamboo as its title."

Under the various looks, the young lady closed her beautiful eyes and brewed her emotions for a while, then opened her red lips and said:

"I will never let go of Qingshan!"

This first sentence shocked her in the morning, who had studied at Xunshan Academy for many years. Needless to say, these ladies were not even Confucian and Taoist practitioners, and the air suddenly became quiet.

In the silence, Zhao Shangxin recited the second line of the poem, and the little pride in Princess Han's eyes disappeared.

Then comes the next section, where the moral of the entire poem lies.

"Still strong despite being struck hard... regardless of the winds from east to west, north or south."

As Miss Zhao's clear and gentle voice fell, the eyes of these little girls looked at her with stars in their eyes, and they were mesmerized for a moment.

"Sister Zhao!"

A soft cry of admiration broke the silence. Princess Han held her slightly red face in her hands and said in admiration:

"This inspirational poem has the appearance of being handed down from generation to generation! My sister's poetry talent has reached this level, so is there any secret method that Xunshan Academy does not pass down?"

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"Your Highness the Princess is so complimentary."

Zhao Shanxin felt the admiring glances from many people, and her heart suddenly felt as sweet as honey. Her brother is so awesome!

"Actually, this poem was not written by my heart...it was written by my incompetent brother."

"ah?"

The eldest ladies were stunned immediately, looking at each other with their mouths open as if they had heard something ridiculous.

"Sister Yanxin, you are too modest."

Princess Han Wang was the first to express disbelief. She shook her head in amusement and did not continue to say anything, but she seemed to have said everything.

"Then it couldn't be that I suddenly had an enlightenment?"

Zhao Shanxin said with a slight smile.

"Every sister knows that appreciation means liking poems and songs, but I am not good at writing and can't write any good sentences. I was surprised when I saw this poem on the desk in my brother's dormitory this morning. I didn't expect it to be incompetent.

This guy still has some literary talent."

Listening to the vaguely boastful words of the young lady, everyone present was dubious. It is not a secret in the circle that the Zhao family's elder sister loves her younger brother the most.

"Is this poem really written by my young father-in-law?"

Princess Han Wang was a little convinced. She knew that Zhao Jinxin was a good person. She may have said it as a joke, but she also emphasized that it would not be false. Then the dandy eldest son of the Zhao family really has such poetic talent?

"Absolutely true."

Zhao Shangxin said in a credible tone.

"Young Master, how can you hide everything?"

The exquisite sailing ship caused an uproar after a brief period of silence!

"Mr. Zhao just took office yesterday and he solved the case of Yinbi Huafang secretly selling Fushou ointment. I didn't expect that the poems could be written so well! Next time the poems will be enjoyed, sister, can you invite your brother here?"

"The last time I saw my young father-in-law was at the Dragon Boat Festival a year ago. I didn't take a closer look at him at the time, but now that I think about it, he is indeed very handsome!"

"You girl, are you in love now?"

Zhao Shangxin looked around at the people on the boat, imagining that his son was squeezed in by this group of people, and his thin eyebrows frowned slightly unconsciously.

For a moment, she didn't know how to reply.

Fortunately, the boat had already moved towards the shore at this time.

"It seems that we are going to separate here today."

As the main organizer, Princess Han Wang took this song, turned her head and looked at the several boats on the shore filled with guests, and then said:

"We'd better not go boating on Yueba Lake next time. The land of flowers and willows is too dirty, so it's better..."

She stopped abruptly mid-sentence, her eyes gradually widened as she looked at the window railing of a boat not far away, and a somewhat familiar figure appeared in her sight.

"Zhao, Sister Zhao..."

Princess Hanwang's white and tender throat rolled, she twisted her neck and looked at Zhao Sangxin beside her, and said in disbelief:

"There is a man on the boat over there who looks just like the young master."

Zhao Shangxin was startled when she heard this, and looked at the place pointed by her finger, and then the smile at the corner of her mouth slowly disappeared.

The window railing of the Brocade Boat is always the best position. You can admire the graceful figures of the dancers from the front, and you can watch the water view of Yueba Lake when you look back.
Chapter completed!