Farming Space: The Lucky and Lovely Lady Come to Farm

Chapter 353 Making Difficulties

At this time, Shen Qingluan, the boss, suddenly said: "Miss Qin is right. Since I gave you the VIP post, I will not make it difficult for my master to take care of you. The girls here who have the VIP post, but people Everyone needs to compose poetry.”

Gu Fei sneered in his heart, writing a poem?

 It's nothing more than making things difficult for her.

 Would you like to give Zhu Ershao's "Girl is 15 this year, and the two buns are not yet full"?

At this time, a girl came over at Shen Qingluan's signal and said to Gu Fei, "Miss Gu, please sit over here."

Gu Fei glanced at Shen Qingluan, her eyes full of mockery.

Looking at Qin Ying again, her expression showed arrogance and some provocation.

Many ladies and ladies around her were looking at the sarong she was wearing, with disdain in their eyes.

 Damn it!

This is all a joke, right?

Gu Fei smiled slightly and followed the maid to the side and sat down.

Qin Ying smiled brightly at the first one and said, "How about we ask the princess to come up with a topic, and everyone can write a poem to judge today's leader?"

Mrs. Protector smiled and said: "Your Majesty, I have prepared the lottery prizes, but I am worried that I can't send them out."

Shen Qingluan raised her chin and said, "It just so happens that I just got a phoenix hairpin, so why not add to the good fortune too."

As she spoke, she motioned to the maid next to her.

The maid opened the box and showed it to everyone, only to see a seven-tailed phoenix hairpin inside that was so bright and eye-catching.

One young lady smiled and said: "Ah, as expected of Miss Shen, such a good hairpin can be used as a lucky draw."

Shen Qingluan smiled brightly, "It's not worth anything, as long as everyone is happy."

 “Please also ask the princess to give me a title.”

The princess was born in the palace of the Duke of Qin. Her father and several brothers were generals who led the army. The family did not have that environment, and she did not like poetry and lyrics since she was a child.

However, it was not difficult for her to ask a question.

The princess turned her eyes and saw several pots of white begonias in full bloom in the room. She smiled and said, "Let's use white begonia as the title. There is no limit on rhyme. It can be in five or seven words. It is easier to produce a good work if you are less rigid."

These ladies and ladies had known that there would be a poetry meeting today, so they secretly prepared several poems for the occasion at home.

　There are those who write about gardens, willows, and lotus.

Of course, no one was specifically planning to write Bai Haitang's poem, so everyone started thinking hard about it at the moment.

 Gu Fei naturally can't write poetry. Although she was a liberal arts dog in her previous life, she didn't have the skill to write poetry.

 She is just worried right now. What should she do if the poem she copied is too good?

She doesn’t want to be in the limelight. Being known as a talented woman doesn’t do her any good. Why do she do things that don’t do any good?

 If you just don’t write or write nonsense, you will feel uncomfortable being despised by these people, and you will also lose your face.

The maids shuttled around the flower hall, offering pens and papers to the ladies.

Everyone here has a girl to help grind the ink and lay the paper. They just don't care about the ink.

She was slowly polishing the ink by herself, and she had already memorized in her mind the song she once liked very much, Daiyu's "Bai Haitang" in Dream of Red Mansions.

 It’s just that this poem is too well written, so I dare not use it.

After a while, the ink was sharpened, and Gu Fei saw that several ladies next to her had already started writing.

Looking at Qin Ying writing furiously, she seemed to notice Gu Fei's gaze. She looked over, raised her chin slightly, and showed a proud smile.

Gu Fei sighed, forget it, I can't pass the exam, so I have to cheat. Mr. Cao, I can lend you the old man's poem for use.

 (End of this chapter)