Chapter 890

Emperor Junxian was awakened by the cry of the eight princesses and came back to God.

He looked at the woman on the stage, who was wearing a light purple Palace Dress and looked like an audience in the world. Her eyes were deep and difficult to understand.

As if she were unaffected by the world, she still buried herself in her desk and wrote quickly.

Quiet as a virgin, independent, but like the most dazzling sun in the sky, dazzling, eye-catching!

His heart throbbed inexplicably.

"Northern scenery, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow."

"Want to compete with God!"

"There are so many charming rivers and mountains that countless heroes bow down!"

"Count the romantic figures and look at the present!"

Isn't this a true portrayal of his state of mind at this moment?

Such a magnificent poem with the world in mind and thousands of lofty feelings is really made by a woman!?

I didn't expect such a beautiful woman to have such a mind!

Emperor Junxian looked at Nalan Jinnian. Now Nalan Jinnian looked at the woman on the stage with tenderness.

This was the first time he had seen this expression on the ice paralyzed face of Nalan.

He seemed to understand why Nalan Jinnian fell in love with her.

Inexplicably, he was a little jealous of Nalan Jinnian!

Other people's eyes fell on the doctor of the Ministry of rites and urged:

"My Lord, you should read it quickly!"

"Yes, read it quickly!"

.....

The ritual doctor looked at the poems in his hand and trembled with excitement. It was not that he didn't miss them, but that he had to slow down his mood. It was not easy. He took a deep breath and continued to read: "in the cold autumn of independence, Xiangjiang River goes north, and juzizhoutou.

See the red mountains and the dyed forests; The river is full of green water, and all boats compete for the stream..... "

The hall is silent again!

The hearts of the people are like huge waves rolling.

"Disappointed, ask the vast earth, who is the master of ups and downs?"

"Just a young classmate, in full bloom; a scholar is full of spirit, and he is vigorous."

"Guide the rivers and mountains, stir up the words, and the dirt was ten thousand marquis in that year.

Do you remember hitting the water in the middle stream and restraining the boat from flying? "

The eventful years are in their prime, pointing out the rivers and mountains. These poems, words and words, strike the hearts of countless people here!

It is also a poem with lofty ideals and lofty sentiments!

Wake up the little hero who lives in everyone's heart!

They have an impulse to do something, but they can't do anything at this moment!

The ritual doctor doesn't need to be reminded this time. Keep reading!

"The river goes eastward, the waves wash away, and the immortals through the ages..........."

"When will the bright moon come, ask the blue sky about the wine,... I hope people will last a long time and share the beauty of a thousand miles."

"Ten thousand gold bottles of sake and ten thousand jade plates are precious and shameful. Sometimes, long winds and waves will break through, and the clouds and sails will help the sea."

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky..."

"How about Dai Zongfu? Qilu is still green... He will be the top of the mountain and see the small mountains."

.......

Finally, warmth takes Li Qingzhao's song "life is a hero, death is also a ghost hero, so far I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong."

end!

It's not easy to write a total of ten ancient poems in a fragrant time!

She also searched her brains to find it!

It's simply proud of the world, galloping across the country!

Let the people in this room be filled with emotion and surging chest tide?!

Satisfied!

The warm surface is calm and puts down the wolf pen.

The whole hall is still immersed in the bold and majestic poetry, Lingyun's ambition, singing proud of the world, galloping across the country, and can't recall for a long time!

Warm looked at the Phoenix flute and smiled: "is the time up? Miss Feng, have you finished your poem?"

The Phoenix flute regained her consciousness and her face rose like pig liver.

Everyone woke up!

time out?

period?

It seems to continue to listen to the poems made by Princess Hui'an!

The emperor pressed the Lingyun ambition of the eternal emperor in his heart. He said in a loud voice, "Princess Hui'an's poetry is good! Let's listen to the poetry of miss beimingfeng!"

People: "

That's a good call!

This is the God of poetry ~!

Warm and honest way: "the emperor praised me falsely. I don't understand it!"

She wrote it from memory!

Twelve years of compulsory education, learn better!

People: "

Don't you understand?

Are they poetry idiots?

The emperor waved his hand: "Princess Hui'an is so polite. It's an eternal saying. I don't quite understand it!"

Man Chao Wenwu: "Princess Hui'an is really too modest! She is too low-key on weekdays!"

"Princess Hui'an, you are really hiding!"

.....

Warm, quickly change the topic, she is guilty!

Never felt guilty.

"Well, let's have a look at Miss Feng's poems! Miss Feng has been famous all over the world for a long time and must do better than me!"

The Phoenix flute pinched Langhao's hand, and his knuckles turned white!

Her poems are full of love, the pain of Acacia and sadness!

Compared with Princess Hui'an's poem, it seems too small-minded.

And she just finished one song, and she couldn't write the second one.

The etiquette doctor is going to pick it up and read it.

Feng Di quickly picked up which poem she had made and kneaded it into a ball. She stood up and blessed: "I lost! Princess Hui'an's poem made the little woman feel inferior!"

It's better to admit it in a big way than to be read out by the ritual officials of Nalan state. Otherwise, she will lose face in Beiming state!

Feng Di took a look at the direction of the emperor.

Emperor Junxian didn't look at him. He was looking at Princess Hui'an of Nalan at the moment. His expression was unfathomable.

Feng Di unconsciously clenched her fist.

She always knew that the seventh Prince didn't pay attention to women, but he liked talented women!

So I always treat myself differently.

If there is no accident, the emperor will marry him when the envoy returns this time.

Feng Di's fist clenched more tightly.

In the next three competitions, she must not lose again!

Feng Di looked at the ritual officer of Nalan country: "Sir, can you start the same competition?"

The ritual doctor looked at the warmth: "Princess Hui'an, what's the next competition?"

Warm: "calligraphy and painting! The desk is still there. Don't carry it around!"

Feng Di looked at the warmth and said with a stiff smile, "Princess Hui'an, what is the topic of painting?"

Before saying that the Hui an princess has the final say, she naturally will not break her promise.

Warm casual way: "shrimp!"

She copied a picture of Qi Baishi's shrimp.

The unknown Master has not painted shrimp, and rarely painted animals.

The Phoenix flute pulled at the corner of its mouth, shrimp?

She copied it when she was a child!

She smiled, "OK!"

The ritual doctor quickly lit a incense stick: "the calligraphy and painting competition begins!"

When they were seated, two palace maids came forward to study ink for them.

Warmth refused: "thank you, I'll do it myself!"

Feng Di also refused: "thank you. I can come by myself."

The two maids heard the speech, blessed and retreated to the side.

The warmth began to grind ink carefully, and so did the Phoenix flute!

When the emperor saw this, he said, "everyone is waiting while eating!"