The Demon Princess

Chapter 34 Peach Blossom Poem 2
Soon Shen Menglan wrote a peach blossom poem, and a young man next to him picked it up and read it, "March is wet with rain, and the grass is green all year round."
The color of willows on Moshang, peach blossoms competing for blush" Following the son's clear voice, everyone clapped their hands and said hello.

Long Qingle also imitated the expression on her face that she thought the poem was very good, but she didn't recognize the goodness at all.

The corners of Shen Menglan's mouth were slightly curved by everyone's praise, her face was full of pride, she still did not forget to give Long Qingle a provocative look.

It's a pity that Long Qingle didn't pay attention to her and didn't see it.

After Shen Menglan finished her poems, a woman called Miss Li wrote another one. The poems written by some women after that were mediocre. It's not enough to make a comparison.

In the end, only Long Qingle and Zhao Yulian were left without writing poems.

Zhao Yulian looked gentle and skillful, and asked Long Qingle respectfully in a soft voice, "Do you want to invite the Ninth Princess first?".

"Please invite Miss Zhao first! My concubine prefers the finale." Long Qingle was already extremely anxious in her heart. She had already arrived for the peach blossom poems, but how would she deal with writing poems.

Hearing this, Zhao Yulian smiled lightly, her red lips curled slightly, and the throats of some men around couldn't help but move slightly, and their eyes sparkled.

I saw her jade hand slowly picking up the ink pen, the skin of her small hands was as smooth as fat, slender and clean, the ink pen was dancing between her fingers, when she was writing poems, her expression was serious and calm, her profile was so beautiful, Long Qingle couldn't help but sigh. The beauty is picturesque, and the people around are even more dazzled by this beautiful and touching picture.

It wasn't until Zhao Yulian gently put down the pen and ink that everyone came back to their senses. When they saw Zhao Yulian's poems, they were all amazed and applauded, which was even more sensational than when they saw Shen Menglan's poems.

"The mountains and flames reflect the bright clouds, and the swallows fly low over the restaurant. The red shadows don't go to the streams, only to know that spring water loves peach blossoms." A man in black was very excited with a poem written by Zhao Yulian. Long Qingle had feelings for him. Impression, it seems to be the son of Li Shangshu, who is the brother of Miss Li who was the second poet before.

"Good poetry, good words," one of the crowd exclaimed.

"Miss Zhao, you really deserve to be Loulan's number one talented woman."

"It's a great fortune to hear this poem"

The young masters, wives, and young ladies, such as scholars, were all admiring, and there was a commotion everywhere.

"Sister Zhao didn't expect that not only your poems are good, but also your handwriting is so good!" Li Ruiyun praised Zhao Yulian with a look of admiration.

"Sister Yulian's poems surpass me." Shen Menglan shook Zhao Yulian's arm delicately.

Zhao Yulian, the protagonist in the public opinion, did not show any pride at this time. She had a standard small face of a young lady with a smile without showing her teeth, and said softly to everyone, "Everyone is wonderful, the Ninth Princess has not acted yet." Poetry."

shit.

Long Qingle, who had always been pretending to be invisible, uttered another swear word from the bottom of his heart.

Even though this scheming bitch has been praised like this, I still don't forget to call her out.

She didn't dare to make a sound just now, because she was afraid that once she said yes, these people would suddenly want to talk to her about what is good.

At this time, everyone was looking at Long Qingle. Although they didn't say anything, they felt in their hearts that it was impossible for the Ninth Princess to write a better peach blossom poem than this one.

Long Qingle, who was driven to a dead end, had a flash of light in his head, "My princess has a habit of not moving her fingers when her head is running to compose poems. Would any of you be willing to write for her?"

(End of this chapter)