After urging again and again, Celia finally gave up stalling for time and began her ten-step walk resigned to her fate.
The first step is silence.
The second step is speechless.
The third step is as important as a thousand pieces.
The fourth step is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire.
The fifth step is like falling into hell.
The sixth step is to live and die.
On the seventh step, the princess stopped in front of a pot of rose flowers covered with thorns, and was lost in thought.
And her feet have already taken the eighth step.
Like Xiang Wanwan, she didn't say a word before the eighth step. What's even more depressing is that she didn't want to do it, nor was she deliberately delaying it. She wanted to make a blockbuster at the critical moment, but she really couldn't do it.
Even if he could say a few perfunctory words, his mind would go blank. He could only feel that countless pairs of eyes were falling on him. He couldn't hide or escape. Even the domineering manner he used to do in the grasslands didn't seem to work in the north.
She can't win.
But she must not lose.
what can we do about it?
Is there any way to end this flower appreciation poem party early without winning or losing?
A trace of determination suddenly flashed in Celia's eyes.
For the present, it seems that is the only way.
Step eight, land.
Step nine, lift up.
A pot of Aoyang chrysanthemum happened to be blocking the way. Princess Celia didn't seem to notice it and couldn't avoid it. She stepped on it and threw it softly at the pot of rose behind her. After letting out an exclamation,
, the princess's body was rubbed among dozens of rose flowers. She lay limp and motionless.
He seemed to be dizzy.
Tsk, the price you pay for not writing poetry is really high. It must be uncomfortable to be stabbed by dozens of sharp thorns at the same time and have to grit your teeth and pretend to faint.
——So, the accumulation of daily learning is so important. When it is time to convince people with your true talents, you are full of straw bag, so you have to endure the pain of flesh and blood to get rid of the problem.
"I have been raising my roses for almost three years..." A veiled young lady stood up in horror, looking distressed at how long she had worked hard, and how the flowers she had been thinking about day and night were smashed to pieces and broken.
The branches were broken, the flowers were broken, and sad tears suddenly flowed out.
She cried twice, and the three gentlemen came over to comfort her, making witty remarks and taking great pains to make the poor lady happy.
As for the prairie princess, who was lying among the flowers and was suffering, her fainting was so fake that nine and a half out of ten people saw that she was faking it. No one believed her, so she was left alone and ignored.
"It's a pity that we can't choose the 'King of Poetry' this year." Xiang Wanwan's voice and expression softened a little, and there was a sense of relief. Bei Che saw it in a blink of an eye and was stunned.
"It doesn't matter. You can compete another day." As long as she is willing to come, he won't be bothered even if he comes to host the 'Flower Appreciation Poetry Party' every day.
"Okay." Xiang Wanwan nodded and signaled to the palace people that they could go over and help the maids brought by Celia to 'fish' the princess out of the flower pot, and sent the royal doctor over to take a look at the princess's injuries.
, if there are no serious problems, you can go directly back to the post house to rest.
After this time, Celia can probably stay calm for seven or eight days without coming out to cause trouble, and the world will be clean.
Bei Che tugged on Wan Wan's skirt, leaned close to her ear and asked softly, "Will you stay with me later?"