The favored concubine strikes: the arrogant wife of the black-bellied prince

Chapter 577 Palace Banquet 13
　"If you perform well, I will definitely reward you heavily." Dongli Liuyu made a final decision. He didn't say that you must be the first to be rewarded, but he said that you have to perform well. This excellence has many definitions, and it is easy to win over People's hearts, take care of the face of everyone present.

　Dong Liwen paused to see that no one had raised any objections, and said to Mr. Zhang, the dean of the Imperial Academy: "Then Mr. Zhang will come up with the question."

　"Okay, thanks to everyone's appreciation, the old man came up with the title. Since ancient times, Fengya refers to poetry, song, calligraphy and painting, etc., but poetry has always been loved and pursued by literati and refined scholars. Southern Xinjiang is indeed a place of elegance. "Mr. Zhang laid the groundwork first and then said: "Then let's write poems. You don't need pens and paper. It's better to dictate directly. Let's write a poem with the theme of winter."

　"How about starting with plumbing?" Ye Shuinuan said after Mr. Zhang's topic was uttered.

　It doesn't make sense for the crowd to "strengthen her head". After all, not everyone has the ability to improvise poetry. Of course, the longer the time, the better.

　{Dear friends, I have no talent for poetry, all of them are excerpted from poetry collections, just read it, don’t be serious. ~\(≧▽≦)/~}
　"There are flowers in spring and moon in autumn,
　There is a cool breeze in summer and snow in winter.

　If you have nothing to worry about,
　It is a good time in the world. "

　Ye Shuinuan saw that there was no objection from the crowd, so he spoke loudly, which can be said to be eloquent.

　Bing Ling'er nodded secretly, it really is a good poem!

　Mr. Zhang nodded secretly. Although this poem is not completely freehand, it is still a good poem. It is impossible for ordinary people to compose such a poem in such a short time. At least her granddaughter does not have this talent. It seems that this Southern Xinjiang princess also has real talents.

　"Murong Yue is not talented, so I also compose a poem." Murong Yue, who was sitting in the position of the Murong family, also said, occasionally raising her head to look at Dong Liwen, her face was full of shyness.

　"The Immortal of the Forbidden City came to Jiedan,
　The green flag leans on the spring platform from a distance.
　I don't know where the court is now,
　It is suspected that the forest flowers bloomed last night. "

　Regarding Murong Yue's poem, Mr. Zhang also nodded secretly. It is indeed a good poem, and it does not dishonor the reputation of the four talented women.

　Later, several people wrote several poems one after another, but they were not as good as the two poems written by Ye Shuinuan and Murong Yue.

　"I'll compose one too," Ye Bingyi put down his glass and said slowly.

　Bing Ling'er was taken aback for a moment, damn it, it turns out her brother is also a genius.

　"The wind is strong and the horns are bowing, and the general is hunting Weicheng.

　The grass is withered and the eagle's eyes are sick, and the snow is as light as the horse's hoof.

　After passing Xinfeng City suddenly, it returned to Xiliuying.

　Looking back at the place where the eagles were shot, the clouds are flat for thousands of miles. "

　"Papapa..." Bing Ling'er applauded incomparably dog-leggedly, "My brother's poems are good!".

　Hearing the words, everyone couldn't help but have black lines all over their heads. After all, it's your brother. Even if he doesn't do well, it's still good.

　"It's indeed a rare and good poem," Mr. Zhang also praised. Women's poems are usually about enjoying the scenery, but Ye Bingyi's poem describes the scene of the general hunting in winter, unfolding a series of flying scenes. The last two sentences are used as a gentle contrast, so that the galloping just now seems to be still vivid.The style is light, refreshing and strong, and the conclusion is memorable.

　"Mr. Zhang's absurd praise," Ye Bingyi said flatly.

　"Wow, cousin, you're so good!" Lan Yuyan said excitedly, shaking Ye Bingyi's arm, as if she was the one who praised it.

(End of this chapter)