The black belly prince falls from the sky and the cute concubine

Chapter 565 Calculating and Being Calculated (5)
The corners of Murong Lian's mouth curled up, and Bai Meisheng smiled enchantingly, "Does this king still need to write poems? My name is the best lotus flower poem."

In this world, the only person who can be so arrogant is Murong Lian who plays cards unreasonably.

But he was right, the three words "Muronglian" are definitely the best poems that deserved it. Just ask, is there anyone in this world who doesn't know the demeanor and talent of the Ninth Prince of Feixue Kingdom?
Feng Yanyan couldn't help being stunned when she heard this, she smiled uncomfortably after a long time, clapped her hands and said, "What the Ninth Prince said is that your name is more beautiful than any lotus-picking poem, it's Yanyan who is stupid , never thought of."

"I don't blame you, this kind of thing is not something that everyone would have thought of." Murong Lian waved her hand very politely, but those words indirectly pointed out Feng Yanyan's dullness.

Qian Ying on the side narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Murong Lian warily. Although it was only for a moment, he couldn't fool Li Hua, who had been staring at him, and the sensitive Murong Lian and Shangguan Qing'er.

Qian Ying smiled lightly and said, "The name of the Nine Princes has become famous all over the world, and it is indeed a good poem. I wonder if the little princess has a better poem about lotus?"

Shangguan Qing'er raised his eyebrows, thinking, this man is really funny, while admitting that Muronglian's name is the best poem, he asked her to make better ones.Could it be that if she did it, it would be the best, and could even wipe out Murong Lian's reputation?This is clearly for the two of them to kill each other.

However, the two of them bickered a lot on weekdays, and she couldn't love things like belittling Murong Lian.

Shangguan Qing'er parted her red lips lightly, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Mr. Qian, for looking up to me. Qing'er really has a good poem, so I'm making a fool of myself."

Qian Ying and the people around him all smiled and set their eyes on Shangguan Qing'er.I saw Shangguan Qing'er's immature but elegant little face looking at the lotus pond outside, and said, "After all, the scenery of the West Lake is not the same as that of the four seasons in June. The lotus leaves are boundless in the sky, and the lotus flowers reflect the sun. Different kind of red."

Now it is just the end of June, and this piece of lotus pond, which is almost endless, is blooming beautifully under the bright sunshine, facing the wind, swaying cheerfully, like a graceful woman swaying in the wind, just in time This poem by Shangguan Qinger.

Hearing this sentence, the people present couldn't help being stunned, and Murong Lian was the first to clap their hands.

He seemed to have just met Shangguan Qing'er, and said with a smile, "I didn't expect it, girl, your poem was written by someone else, right? Tsk tsk, it just complements the current scenery, and it is even more beautiful than my king's name." a bit."

Shangguan Qing'er looked at Muronglian amusedly, and thought to herself, she just stole it, how could she write such famous poems with such a little ink?But people in this era don't know that her poems were copied, so she doesn't feel guilty at all. No matter who wrote the poems, they are now hers anyway.

"It's not in vain to come here today if I can get a compliment from Brother Nine." Shangguan Qing'er squinted her eyes and smiled, her bright smile was warmer than the sun in the sky, and the people present were amazed by her poems Afterwards, he couldn't help being fascinated by her peerless appearance.

Qian Ying looked at Shangguan Qing'er obsessed for a moment, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

Next, Qian Ruo'er also wrote a poem for the occasion, about peony, "The peony in front of the court is invincible, and the flower on the pond is pure and unfeeling. Only the peony is really beautiful, and the capital moves when it blooms."

This line of poem naturally complements the peony flowers in this courtyard, and it is definitely a good poem, which made Shangguan Qing'er look at Qian Ruo'er with new admiration again.

Next came Qian Ying. He glanced at Shangguan Qing'er, and then said, "Peony flowers are the most beautiful flowers, especially during the period. The four colors change into hundreds of colors, and all colors are fragrant."

"Good poem." This time, the young masters around him echoed. They naturally knew that Qian Ying was looking at Shangguan Qing'er, so they began to tease, "This poem really fits the little princess."

"That's right, the little Princess has been famous in the capital since she was three years old. No one in the world can match her butterfly dance. The name of this peony is well-deserved by the Little Princess."

Feng Yanyan laughed and said, "Young Master Qian really has deep affection for Sister Qing'er."

Shangguan Qing'er raised his eyebrows and said, "Really? Why do I think this poem is more called sister you?"

"Oh?" Qian Ruo'er looked at Shangguan Qing'er suspiciously.

It was not Shangguan Qing'er who answered her, but Murong Lian. He smiled lazily and said, "My girl is indeed a peony, but this crown of flowers and four colors turns into a hundred colors, and all kinds of colors and fragrances are more suitable for Yan County. host."

Hearing this, everyone seemed to be reminded of Feng Yanyan's change of clothes just now, and they all nodded in agreement, "That's not wrong."

"Master Yan is magnificent, talented and beautiful, knowledgeable, dignified and virtuous, just like this peony flower, she is really beautiful."

People pandered to Muronglian, and instantly pointed their finger at Feng Yanyan.

Feng Yanyan's face was ugly, but she pretended to be relaxed with a smile, adjusted the atmosphere, and changed the subject.

After the poem is finished, it comes to the link of drinking orders, which is a game often played by the princes and ladies of the rich and official families in the capital.After a large group of people played around, it was time for lunch.

Qian Ruo'er and Qian Ying let the servants serve the food, and everyone returned to their seats, and began to toast while eating.

"Little princess, I have admired you since I was a child, and today I would like to offer you a glass of congratulations to the little princess who will tie the knot with His Highness the Crown Prince in three days, and grow old together." Qian Ying came to Shangguan Qing'er holding a wine glass.

Shangguan Qing'er glanced at Lihua beside her, then stood up with a smile, "Thank you, Mr. Qian, for your blessing, Qing'er will do it first as a respect." After finishing speaking, Shangguan Qing'er picked up the wine glass, flicked his sleeves, poured the wine in the glass Drank it down.After drinking, a small pill of medicine fell into my mouth from the cuff. It was colorless and tasteless, and it melted in the mouth without anyone noticing it.

Seeing that she drank it so easily, Qian Ying was a little surprised, but under Shangguan Qing'er's clear eyes, he didn't dare to neglect, picked up his own glass, and drank it down in one gulp.

Shangguan Qing'er smiled and said to Qian Ying, "It is also a kind of fate to meet Mr. Qian here today. Qing'er proposes a glass of wine to you." Win's hand.

Qian Ying narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he wanted to see through Shangguan Qing'er, but he only saw a piece of purity in Shangguan Qing'er's eyes, finally smiled and said, "It's my honor, please, little princess."

"Please."

After the words fell, both of them drank the wine in their glasses.Qian Ying continued to toast everywhere as if nothing had happened, but Shangguan Qing'er was sitting upright, eating with his head down, chatting with Murong Lian and Feng Yanyan next to Murong Lian from time to time, without any expression.

(End of this chapter)