Feng Qi rolled his eyes, "Who knows what this kid is thinking, asking people to guess poems, isn't this nonsense?"
Because of this, no one can guess it.
Mr. Zhushu looked proud because he was certain that no one would be able to guess the poem embroidered on the inside of the cuffs.
Mr. Zhushu was also disdainful of the prodigy Dong Di.
Qingge stood in front of Mr. Zhushu and pondered for a long time, remaining silent.
However, Wang Shangdao, the third prince who was waiting, became a little impatient. He looked at Qingge and shouted: "Ye Qingge, if you can't answer the question, don't force it. Don't waste our time."
Qingge ignored Wang Shangdao's provocative and disdainful words and narrowed her eyes at the sentence "Everything is inferior."
Mr. Zhushu said coldly: "Miss Ye, the time is almost up."
Qingge didn't say a word and didn't walk away.
Under the altar, the head of the Yan family drank a cup of tea, glanced at Wang Yunhe beside him, and said with a smile: "Ye Qingge's painting skills are indeed the work of empress Fengqi."
Wang Yunhe narrowed his eyes, "Ye Qingge, a low-level person from the mainland, should practice every day. It is absolutely impossible to strive for excellence in painting skills. How can he draw a picture of Bodhi sentient beings?"
"There are always unknown things in this world." The head of the Yan family said: "The head of the Wang family, can she guess the words of Mr. Zhushu, Ye Qingge?"
Wang Yunhe shook his head, "Ye Xuanji, Bai Liuguang and others are helpless, how can she guess it? And Mr. Zhushu is very tricky, and he can't guess it no matter what."
At this moment, Qingge, who had been meditating for a long time in front of Mr. Zhushu, suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said: "Baiwuyiyong is a scholar. Sir, is this correct?"
Mr. Zhushu's face was full of pride and disdain. When he heard this, his expression suddenly froze, as if the picture was frozen.
And everyone who heard the soft song burst into laughter.
How could Mr. Zhushu, who is rich in poetry and calligraphy and extremely talented, embroider such a sentence on the inside of his sleeve?
Wang Shangdao's mocking laughter was the most exaggerated, "Ye Qingge, please stop blaspheming me, sir?"
Even Wang Qinghong couldn't help but laugh mockingly, not to mention the laughter of the onlookers below.
Qingge ignored the noise outside her ears and looked at Mr. Zhushu firmly with her eyes.
When she saw the slightest change in Mr. Zhushu's expression, Qing Ge knew that she was right.
"Mr. Zhushu, please tell her that she is wrong. Don't let her be embarrassed anymore." Wang Shangdao shouted towards Mr. Zhushu.
Mr. Zhushu glanced at Wang Shangdao, then looked at Qingge and said, "Miss Ye, you guessed it right."
"What?!"
Wang Shangdao and everyone onlookers were stunned.
Wang Qinghong narrowed his eyes and his face turned pale.
"Mr. Zhushu, I don't believe it! How can he be a useless scholar?!" Beside the altar, Bi Yuqing protested.
Mr. Zhushu raised his cuffs in front of everyone, so that everyone could see the inside of the cuffs. There was a sentence embroidered with gold thread, and it was exactly the same sentence: Useless is a scholar.
These two sentences are completely unrelated...
how could be?
Mr. Zhushu put aside his prejudice and contempt, looked at Qingge with a kind smile, and asked: "Tell me, how did you come up with this sentence?"
"The ancients said that they would rather die than surrender, and the ancients also said that a man can bend and stretch; the ancients said that if you don't enter the tiger's den, you can't catch the tiger's cubs; the ancients also said that if you leave the green hills, you don't have to worry about having no firewood; the ancients said that all things are inferior, but reading is the best, and the ancients said that there is nothing
Yi Yong is a scholar. The world is right and wrong, and your heart should be a clear mirror, and you can make your own choices." Qingge said with a gentle smile.
She is not a good reader, and the books she occasionally reads are mostly related to cultivation or history books.
She wasn't taking a gamble, but doing the opposite.
Mr. Zhushu's eyes lit up as he listened to Qing Ge's explanation.
"I didn't expect that Miss Ye would have such an opinion. It's really surprising." Mr. Zhushu sighed: "Indeed, there is no definite answer to right or wrong. It is not a fluke that Miss Ye can become the Eastern Emperor at a young age, but a real result.
Well deserved, if I am free one day, I will definitely go to Dongzhou to visit the Eastern Emperor!"
At this Dongdi, Mr. Zhushu was convinced.
Ye Qingge's performance is surprising.
Of course, no one would have imagined that in such a sentence, the poem on the front and back of the cuffs would have two completely different meanings.
Everyone only saw the sentence "Reading is high" on the front, and their thoughts were imprisoned. However, Ye Qinggejian took a wrong approach and went in the opposite direction, and instead won the applause of the whole house.
Even Qing Ge himself did not expect that from this day on, the gods in the heaven would put aside their prejudice against practitioners of low and medium planes.
Ye Qingge comes from a lower plane. Wu Neng fights against Dongzhou, extinguishes the fire clouds, and goes straight to the world. Wen Neng determines the world with one painting, and shocks everyone with one word.
Mr. Zhushu has the highest reputation among the Four Yas. He is rarely appreciated by others and has an air of nobility. Because of this, it was difficult for the pilgrims to guess that the embroidery on the inside of the sleeves actually read "Bai Yiyong is a scholar"
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"How is that possible?" The four gentlemen, Gu Rongzhao, were stunned, with disbelief on their faces. They thought they would see Ye Qingge embarrassed in public, but instead he shined brightly and showed his sharpness.
Lord Lin's face turned pale, "Dong Emperor, how many hidden skills do you still have that you haven't revealed yet?"
Ye Jingfeng and Xiao Baozi, on the other hand, were beaming with joy and both smiled so much that their teeth showed.
"Mom is so amazing." Little Baozi looked at Qingge with adoration and twinkling eyes.
"Ge'er is really a genius." Ye Jingfeng sighed.
Xiao Richen, Nan Jun and others looked at Ye Jingfeng and the little buns, one big and one small, proud, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help but twitch crazily.
altar.
After Qingge saluted Mr. Zhushu, she walked towards Mr. Lanqi. Qingge sat on the chair and looked down at the outcome.
After Wang Qinghong solved the endgame, this is a new endgame.
Qing Ge frowned and had a headache.
She doesn't know how to play chess at all, so how can she solve the eternal game?
Qing Ge had already performed well in front of Mr. Chrysanthemum Painting and Mr. Zhu Shu, so he thought of doing it perfunctorily.
She really can't play chess.
Her talent for playing chess is low to a certain extent. Feng Qi is the chess god, but even so, she didn't even get this golden finger talent.
Qing Ge took the chess piece and dropped it casually. Just as he was about to get up and leave, he saw that all the chess pieces on the table were connected by lines of golden light and then disappeared.
Is this... a break?
Qing Ge blinked, his face was dull, but there was a subtle hint of cuteness on his face.
Feng Qi: "..." Let's just say, this girl's talent is so good.
Mr. Lan Qi looked at Qingge with a smile and said emotionally, "This endgame is one of the top ten endgames in the ancient chess game. I didn't expect you to break it."
Qingge: "..." She is really a talent, she just threw it away and broke the eternal game.
Qing Ge suddenly felt that with such incredible luck, maybe even Jiu Ci wouldn't kill her.
The eyes of Wang Qinghong, Wang Shangdao, and Bi Yuqing beside them all had sinister eyes, their faces were covered with thick clouds, and they were livid and black.