[６９书吧-ＷＷＷ-ＷＷＷ.６９ＨＵＵ.ＯＭ] Just when she was at a loss to explain, Xue Shao's voice came at the right time, "Ahem, the sound is like a clear flute, long and pleasant to the ears. I think Miss Li just had something in her heart.
What kind of sudden enlightenment? Usually only people with profound knowledge will have a sudden flash of inspiration, and one sentence can be passed down for hundreds of generations."
Ling Yue thought for a while and nodded quickly, "Well, yes, yes." She knew that he was helping her, so in the public eye, she always tried to save some face for herself. After all, she was also a princess, even though she was a fake.
of.
Under the explanation of this Boot Shao, the literati and poets didn't pay much attention. They just looked at Ling Yue with a rather strange look, and then started thinking attentively.
Ling Yue took a breath, looked at Xiao Xi, then covered her mouth and laughed. When she laughed, she happened to find the third prince looking at her with his head tilted and frowning, his face full of confusion.
Ling Yue gave him a wink, but he narrowed his eyes indifferently, not knowing what she meant. You must know that her wink is like the millions of watts of electricity in a power plant. Wherever the wink flies,
Everyone there was stunned by the electric shock and could not speak clearly.
Ling Yue could only sigh in her heart, it seemed that these ancient men were just stupid.
In the following time, people continued to submit poems and essays, but they were all thrown downstairs one by one. It seems that the level of these literati and poets was not very good.
In the end, after throwing them around, there were only three people left who had yet to pay. She and the third prince were spectators, so they did not participate. Although Ling Yue was eager to try, she still gave up at the critical moment. As for her,
Level, don't scare others later.
She is a lady, so she has to keep a low profile and be quiet.
The last three people were Shoes Shao, the sloppy old man in the corner, and another man. Huh? When did this man pop out? Why didn't she see it just now? All she saw was a middle-aged man with a beard.
The person stood in front of the table, looking at the white paper, motionless, dressed in white, seemingly spotless.
Ling Yue turned her head to the left and looked to the right. She always felt that this man looked familiar. Touching her chin, Ling Yue frowned and searched carefully, but it seemed that he was not in her mind.
figure.
Seeing the concentration on his face, Ling Yue wondered if this person was afraid of making a fool of himself, so she first put on a show to look cool, and then asked the judges to give him some points for impression.
The old man in the corner was just drinking wine, without even looking at the white paper and pen and inkstone in front of her. He didn't know if she was here to participate in the poetry meeting.
Ling Yue sat in her seat for several hours. Her butt almost became a brick and she felt a little painful. She didn't know how many cups of tea she drank.
She looked at the third prince aggrievedly, and found him sitting upright, looking at the man with a tense face, as if he had taken painkillers.
Could it be that they knew each other? Enemies? Probably not. If it were enemies, her Third Emperor Brother would have already taken action. Could it be that he was... his lover? Thinking of this, Ling Yue couldn't help but get goosebumps all over her body.
Shaking her head slightly to get rid of the evil thoughts in her mind, Ling Yue pouted. She really couldn't imagine what kind of person this person was that could make him so serious.
Looking around, Ling Yue found that the sky, which was bright in the morning, was now gloomy. The sky had changed quite quickly.