The group pet prince is a full-scale boss

Chapter 129
At the flower viewing banquet in the Jujing Garden, the food made of corn and sweet potatoes was accepted by the monarchs and ministers, and Bai Mengjin was asked again that he had a lot of connections with Tingyu Pavilion, so it can be said that he once again made a big splash.

Seeing this situation, Shi Xiang was quite unwilling, so he found an excuse to suppress Bai Mengjin.

Naturally, Bai Zongzheng, who loved his daughter so much, couldn't bear it, and directly responded with words. Seeing that the two prime ministers of the Great Zhao Dynasty were about to quarrel in front of the emperor, empress and all civil and military officials.

"Master Shi, you and my father are officials in the same dynasty, and you meet in the political affairs hall every day.

Today, in front of officials and sages, such open and indirect ridicule is nothing more than belittling me, Bai Qiniang, and exalting your daughter of the Shixiangfu. "

When Bai Mengjin saw his father angry, he was really afraid that his father would beat up the old man Shi Mingyuan in a fit of anger, so he had no choice but to speak.

"The prime minister is a dignified prime minister after all. He has been an official for many years, and he doesn't know the whole picture. Don't you understand the reason for not commenting?
Bai Qiniang left home since she was a child, and she didn't return until 12 years ago. Now she has only been back to Beijing for more than a month. How did the historian judge that I don't understand poetry? "Bai Mengjin snorted with sarcasm in her cold eyes.

"A girl who grew up in the countryside, what chance does she have to study?
Princess Huai'an, don't think that you are a great person because you know some medical skills and some small skills.

The countryside is remote and rough, where can I find famous teachers and scholars for advice?Even if you have read books, at most you can only recognize some words and not be blind. "

Shi Mingyuan was younger than Bai Zongzheng, but he was almost fifty, and when he was ridiculed by a little girl, Bai Mengjin, in front of everyone, he naturally couldn't hold back his face, and his words were naturally unpleasant.

Bai Mengjin was laughed out of anger. I really don't know how this Prime Minister climbed to the position of prime minister. His IQ is a bit touching.

Is it like this in their family?How come one and two are so similar?It seems that Shi Erlang is so stupid for no reason, just follow his father.

"Shi Xiang probably didn't know about it, but my adoptive father was a man of profound knowledge, and he also opened a library to give lectures back then.

As for me, since I was brought home by my adoptive father, I have been carefully raised. I dare not say that I can recite the four books and five classics, poems and songs fluently, but I have also read them intensively. "

Bai Mengjin said, turning her head to look at the emperor, "If the officials don't think Xiao Qi is stupid and clumsy, Xiao Qi will make a fool of herself today, so that no one will always say that Xiao Qi is an illiterate country girl."

Bai Mengjin is unwilling to show off these things from the bottom of her heart, especially on this occasion.

She is not a showman on the flyover, why would she show off her talent in front of so many people?Just for those boring names?
But today's situation, everyone can see that it is clearly aimed at her.

If Bai Mengjin still hides her clumsiness, she will only confirm the fact that she is a country girl who is ignorant of vulgarity, and will only embarrass the entire Bai family.

She, Bai Mengjin, naturally didn't care about these things, but she couldn't watch her father lose face, and she couldn't let her family be criticized and belittled.

Since so many people are expecting her to make a fool of herself, then she will not be polite, and give these people a little surprise.

"Hahaha, it's okay, just show what Xiao Qi knows, and I will never dislike you."

The emperor was taken aback when he heard the words, and then laughed, because Shi Xiang's anger against Bai Zongzheng also dissipated.

"My lords, Bai Qiniang doesn't read much, and she's not proficient. Don't blame me for making a fool of myself." Bai Mengjin stood up and bowed her hands to everyone.

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the officials and sages hold a banquet here to enjoy the flowers. The sweet-scented osmanthus in the garden reminds me of Yi An's "Partridge Sky".

I read it many years ago, so let me start with a poem by Lay Yi An. "Bai Mengjin looked around for a week, then slightly raised the corners of her lips, and slowly recited Lay Yi'an's queer words.

"Why do you need light green and dark red? It is the best flower among flowers. What Lay Yi An said is very close to my heart.
Flowers are like this, so are people. Why do people who are truly capable and talented need those flashy and bluff names?I am what I am. It is good to be open and honest, and have no regrets in my heart. Why be afraid of others' words? "

After reciting a que, Bai Mengjin snorted twice, and then read two more poems.
These two poems do not belong to this era, and the works of later generations also praise the sweet-scented osmanthus.

"Both these two poems came across in a dream when I was in Chuzhou in the past. When I woke up, my memory was still fresh, so I wrote them down casually. They just echoed today's scene. It's just for fun."

Bai Mengjin didn't say that she wrote the poems herself. This is really not what she is good at. She didn't learn this in her previous life, so she can only be a porter once.

While talking, Bai Mengjin walked to the table set up over there, picked up a pen and dipped in ink, and wrote down the two poems just now on the snow-white paper.

Bai Mengjin's handwriting is chic and elegant, showing a strong character, and every stroke of the stroke reveals a bit of sharp meaning, very grand.
Completely different from the graceful beauty of the daughter of the boudoir, it looks like a man's handwriting, full of strength and unique.

After finishing writing, Bai Mengjin didn't seem to be satisfied, so she uncovered the words she wrote just now and put them aside, then picked up a brush and dipped them in ink and paint, and drew another picture of Osmanthus Fragrance.

Calligraphy and painting were basically essential skills for every child in his previous life. Bai Mengjin also put in some effort to study them back then, and his skills were pretty good.

In this life, Bai Mengjin's master is very good at painting and calligraphy, and has strict requirements on Bai Mengjin in this regard.
Bai Mengjin has been studying for these years, and has a lot of attainments in calligraphy and painting. Although he can't be called a master, he is not comparable to ordinary people.

Bai Mengjin wrote and painted, the emperor and the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty did not make a sound, just looked at Bai Mengjin quietly.
When Bai Mengjin finished painting, two servants came forward and carefully presented the painting to the emperor.

Without waiting for the emperor to comment, Bai Mengjin sat behind the piano table again, raised her hand and lightly tapped the strings, and the smooth and clear music sounded.

Bai Mengjin nodded, this piano is really good, it's very easy to play.

Now that she has become a busker on the bridge, she doesn't care about playing one more piece of music, and she hasn't played the piano for a few days, so she is really eager for skills for a while.

After Bai Mengjin sat on the piano table, her ten fingers slowly plucked on the strings, like the gurgling water in the mountains, and like the rising moon, bright and bright, the piano sound is soothing and soft, which makes people immerse themselves in it.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano turned into a high-pitched and intense rhythm, with a rapid and powerful rhythm, just like an iron horse breaking through a dream on a glacier, and the shadow of a sword and sword is soul-stirring.
For a moment, those who listened to the piano seemed to see the great changes 90 years ago again. The mountains and rivers were broken, the whole country fell into ruins, and half of the northern country was lost.

The sound of the piano gradually turned sad and melodious, full of longing and reluctance, which made people feel that it is difficult to leave the homeland and the country, and to miss relatives every festive season.

Among the officials present, many ancestors traveled south with Emperor Gaozong, and their hometowns were all in the north. When they heard the sound of the piano, they felt melancholy.

Ambitious and ambitious, generous to serve the country at the expense of life.The sound of the piano changed again, full of ups and downs, and generous, like countless passionate people who swore to the death, went forward one after another, and never turned back.

Hearing this, Song Yucheng couldn't bear it any longer, and patted the table down, "Taking back the homeland and restoring the country, that's what men of my generation should do."

(End of this chapter)