At this time, even if someone helps her compose a song, she may not be able to remember it and sell it now.
Huh? By the way, Agsangma has always loved northern culture. Ask her to write a poem and then read it by herself. Maybe she will have a chance to pass the test.
Celia thought of a way and quickly looked back, completely forgetting that she had just humiliated Agsangma and damaged her from head to toe.
"Hurry up. Make a poem. It should be fast, good, and have more words than that woman's." She was anxious to use it.
Asangama, who was dressed as a maid, lowered her eyebrows and replied coldly in the grassland dialect, "It's the princess who neglected to be a good guest. She insists on being competitive and running against the Northern Princess. I thought you were already pregnant.
Success is enough, victory is in hand, hum, it will be your turn to write a poem in ten steps soon, but at the critical moment, you come to force me to help you write a long poem for you quickly and well, which is better than the poem of the Northern Princess. Princess, is it
Do you think too highly of Asangama?"
Do you think she is a fairy? She responds to requests, is omnipotent, creates something out of nothing, and turns decay into magic.
Unfortunately, she is not, she is nothing.
She was just a daughter born to a mother who was not loved by her father. She was sent to the Northern Kingdom to escort the most beloved princess to get married. That was her only mission.
Her scope of responsibilities does not include helping the princess compose poems, being jealous, or cleaning up some messes that are simply impossible to clean up.
Sorry, she is just an ordinary person with flesh and blood who can be angry and hateful.
"Asangama, hurry up and compose a poem. This princess will reward you generously when you get back." The imminent situation was imminent, and the anxious Celia could not think about much. She was very worried that their lively discussion might stop at any time. At that time, it would be time to
It was her turn to compose poetry. Obviously, she was not prepared at all. When the time came, those northerners who especially liked to ridicule people and were not afraid of her noble status would definitely laugh at her mercilessly.
In comparison, being scorned by Asangama didn't seem so hard to accept.
When I get back, I can settle the score with this bitch.
Asangama rolled her eyes rudely, "Celia, writing poetry is not about herding horses and sheep, and writing poetry is not about flirting with men. A good poem requires a special state of mind as a matchmaker. How can it be so if you get it by chance?
Easy to write? No, I can’t do it.”
It’s not that he was deliberately angry with the princess, this matter was indeed something Celia forced her to do.
"Didn't you see that the princess did it in two steps? She said so many words in one breath, why can't you do it?" Angry and frightened, Celia's unruly temper came up again, and she held the riding crop in her hand.
, waving twice threateningly, it seemed that if Asangama did not give a satisfactory explanation according to her wishes, the whip might be whipped out the next moment.
"Idiot." Asangama showed a look of disgust, opened her red lips slightly, uttered two words, and then took three or four steps back, standing far away from the princess, completely intending to stay out of the matter.
Posture.
She doesn't care anymore.
She can't control it either!
She would rather go back and be punished by her father than spend more time with this spoiled princess.