She raised her head slightly and looked at Fengdie Yi, whose peach blossom eyes were filled with soft luster. She twitched the corner of her mouth and wanted to speak, but Fengdie Yi cut her off.
"Don't worry, Miss Luan, I understand the rules. Now it's time for one question to be worth two hundred thousand taels." She brushed the hair on her forehead with her slender fingers, and immediately a toned figure flew over.
He handed Chunxiang two impressive silver notes worth one hundred thousand taels.
Fang Qing was slightly startled, but Feng Dieyi said with a smile on her face, "I only have one question, so I hope Miss Luan won't refuse." Fang Qing hesitated for a while and nodded.
The beautiful eyes of Papilio Butterfly Yi were flowing and rippled, and suddenly her gaze stopped at the golden bunch of autumn chrysanthemums in the courtyard. She turned back with a lazy and charming expression.
"Miss Luan, you and I will each write a chrysanthemum poem with the theme of chrysanthemum. I'll come first, um -" she thought for a while, then her tone was low: "One night of fresh frost covered the tiles, and the plantains were newly broken and the lotus was falling." The only thing that can withstand the cold is the Oriental chrysanthemum, and the golden millet is more clear when it first opens."
Fang Qing's red lips parted slightly, and she said calmly: "The autumn bushes around the house are like Tao's house. They are all around the fence and gradually slanting. It's not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. There will be no flowers after all the flowers are in bloom."
"There are no flowers after all the flowers have bloomed, which is much better than my artistic conception. Miss Luan, please do what you want." Phoenix Die Yi's peach blossom eyes flashed with light, she closed her eyes slightly and lay down on the soft couch, No more questions.
Although she didn't say it clearly in her words, her silent behavior already recognized that Fang Qing was qualified to be the gatekeeper of the Luoyue Dynasty.
Just when Fang Qinggang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the Chaoyang Dynasty was unwilling to be left behind and also wanted to learn from each other.
"I happen to have a short work here, Miss Luan, please taste it." On the seat, a young man stood floating in the air. He had a prince crown, a blue hairband, soft black hair, a high and straight nose bridge, and clear and clear facial features. But His face was pale and lifeless, with a faint purple color, and his angular lips were also purple-blue. His cold eyes had a distant and confused taste.
He is Nangong Cang, the third prince of the Chaoyang Dynasty.
Fang Qing's brows narrowed slightly, her eyes fixed on the face of the stern and handsome young man in front of her. "Come on with the question." Since she can't refuse, she will block it with soldiers, and let nature take its course.
"Old rules, I will never make an exception to the girl's embarrassment. Come and give Miss Luan 300,000 taels." Although his voice was ethereal and weak, as a member of the royal family, he was born with a strong force, which made people dare not despise him.
Chunxiang was almost dazzled by collecting the money, and her heart was trembling. She took three banknotes with a face value of one hundred thousand taels, and her palms were sweating with excitement.
The indifference on Fang Qing's face was like ice that has not melted for thousands of years, without any flaws.
Nangong Cang's cold eyes flashed with a flash of light, and then he raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "The title of this prince is also a chrysanthemum poem.
Autumn frost creates chrysanthemum flowers, and the endless romance writes about the sunset; I pick up random sentences, and their innate charm reaches thousands of families." After he finished speaking, his slender jade fingers pointed at Fang Qing. "It's time for the girl."
Everyone at the seats was in an uproar. They must have known that Feng Dieyi, the empress of the Fengwu Dynasty, had just written a poem about chrysanthemums, and Fang Qing had already finished a poem. Now that she could compose another outstanding poem in a short period of time, it was already embarrassing for her.
However, Fang Qing just smiled coldly.
"The flowers are not in full bloom, and the flowers alone are not interesting. I would rather die with the fragrance on the branches than blow away in the north wind." As soon as this chrysanthemum poem came out, the eyes of the kings of various countries were shocked.
Nangong Cang's usually indifferent pupils had cracks.
"Wait a minute, I also have a chrysanthemum poem here. I want to learn from Miss Luan." She was dressed in a soft yellow dress. Her eyebrows were dyed with light black, her face was covered with rouge, and a touch of bright red was applied.
She has cherry lips and a flower-shaped mark on her forehead. Her narrow-sleeved autumn gown highlights her beautiful bust. She wears a silk skirt tied around her waist, with jade ornaments and a sachet tied around her waist.
This person is none other than Nangong Xia, Princess Jingyang of the Chaoyang Dynasty.
"Come here, give Miss Luan 400,000 taels of silver notes."
The corners of Fang Qing's cold mouth slightly raised. He wrote three chrysanthemum poems in a row. This unruly and willful Princess Jingyang was basically making things difficult for Fang Qing. There were already talented people present who were secretly complaining on Fang Qing's behalf.
Nangong Xia smiled innocently, and her voice was sweet and tender. "Miss Luan, I think you are a few years older than me, so I should call you sister. Sister Luan, little sister, I am young, I'm sorry.
Just do it first." Her red lips were slightly parted, and her eyebrows were smiling. "The light muscles and weak bones scatter the secret flowers, and the golden pistils are covered with clouds. If you want to know, the old trillium will bloom, and the flowers will bloom when the herbs are destroyed." She sang.
After chanting, he looked at Fang Qing sweetly. "Sister Luan, it's your turn."