My Empress Likes Handsome Guy

The little eunuch put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of Jiang Dong's case. She had no choice but to look at Princess Lanyu and think that Lanyu is the green leaf of Princess Huayang since childhood, and now she wants me to be the green leaf of my aunt.

I'm not afraid that my aunt can really write poems and make your good friend look ugly in court?

There is no way, the queen asked her to write, she had to respectfully accept orders to write. Trembling, holding up the brush, pondering how to write can not be so ugly.

Princess Huayang, who had already finished her writing, looked at Jiang Dong lightly, and saw that she was dazzled. She only thought she would not. The contempt in the princess's eyes flashed by, turned to look at Princess Lanyu, and gave her an expression of "the palace is very happy".

Chen Pinghu didn't look back at Jiang Dong. He was like a mirror in his heart. He knew that the so-called "Qinghe Jiangshi, reading poems and essays" did not exist. He couldn't help thinking about how to excuse the woman for her bad poetry.

Song Xiuchen remained unchanged. He remembered that he had overheard Jiang Dong reciting the poem "to be like spring and Jingming..." at the market place that morning

He held the glass with a slight weight, and he was worried. Later, Jiang Dong can't write it out. If he really comes up with some shocking quatrains, it will be troublesome.

Song Xiuchen put down his glass of wine and looked at gong'e's dancing steps on the stage. He said in a low voice, "there is a beauty in red among the gong'e, who looks like a startling beauty and a wandering dragon. It's very eye-catching!"

The voice is light and thin, but it can just be heard by Jiang Dong.

Jiang Dongzheng gritted his teeth to think about how to write. After listening to song Xiuchen's words, his hand shaking slightly, he heard the implication of song Xiuchen: he was reminding himself not to be too eye-catching.

Jiang Dong looked back at him. Old fellow said, "you can also see how old I am. How can I know how my grandmother works?" If I don't hand in the blank paper, I'm expected to write some good sentences that will make people cry?

Suddenly, she thought that she had never shown her "extraordinary" literary accomplishment in front of song Xiuchen. Why did this person remind herself not to be too eye-catching? There's no reason why he thinks she's a talented woman! Is What he said was ironic?

Jiang Dong further deduces from this - if the writing is too rubbish, is it more eye-catching? Yes, it is impossible to be too good, but not too bad. It is easy to attract the attention of the emperor.

She thought hard, and suddenly she thought of buying Spring Festival couplets at the fair. I don't know about Fan Zhongyan's era. I don't know Wang Anshi.

Great joy to Jiang Dong! Wang Anshi, however, has a famous New Year's poem, which even primary school students can recite.

She immediately wrote: "in the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze brings warmth to Tu su. Thousands of households are always exchanging new peaches for old ones

Jiang Dong put down his pen and wiped the sweat on his head. Thanks to Wang Anshi, the Chinese teacher of primary school, and the nine-year compulsory education!

When she finished writing, the queen said in a loud voice, "Mrs. pan, since you are the first one, you can give me a review."

The internal servant presented the poems of Princess Huayang and Jiang Dong to pan Yao. Pan Yao picked up the two poems and looked at them with a smile on his lips. Jiang Dong was frightened and even Princess Huayang was nervous.

The Empress Dowager asked, "Yao girl, what are you laughing at?"

Pan Yaolian half smiles and says, "back to my ancestors, Yao'er only sees the words of Mrs. Jiang. It's very cute..."

Jiang Dong's heart jumped, and his face turned red.

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Pan Yao said with a smile, "it's like a child learning to write. It's a little bit not fit to be seen. But it's the handwriting of Princess Huayang. It's graceful and elegant, and it's pleasing to the eyes. "

When this was said, all the ministers were embarrassed. Some young princesses even burst out laughing. Princess Lanyu's eyes are full of irony. Although Princess Huayang is not so exaggerated, she is also somewhat proud.

Chen Pinghu glanced at Jiang Dong, and suddenly remembered that he had restrained her for so many days. It seemed that she had not written.

Song Xiuchen stares at Madame pan and narrows his eyes slightly. Usually, when he detects something bad, he will habitually narrow his charming peach blossom eyes.

Jiang Dong's face was flushed, and his heart said that Mrs. pan was too unfriendly. Could you stop talking in front of so many people? Now, after the banquet, it is estimated that the whole world knows that Jiang Dong's writing is like a ghost amulet. This will have a great negative impact on the development of the high-end beauty brand of Dongshi Lauder in the future, OK?

Mrs. Pan said with a smile, "the handwriting is so good that I can see one or two. However, it is hard to see whether the poems are good or not. It is better to read them out for everyone to appreciate. Let's not say who wrote it, but guess. "

Then he cleared his throat and said in a loud voice, "the poem says: the spring is coming and everything is very exquisite and strange. He is ordered to write a new year's poem in shame. Who believes that there is such a scene in the world, and it's better for you to travel here and have a better mind? "

Read, although Jiang Dong can't understand, but see the facial expressions of the ministers are strange, the expression of the emperor and Empress is a little stiff. Oh! It's not a good poem.

But why are people looking at her? Don't you think she wrote it. Jiang Dong is a little resentful, and he doesn't polish his eyes to see clearly. How could it be written by my mother? Can I write poetry?In order to avoid suspicion, Chen Pinghu didn't read a word. He didn't know it was written by Princess Huayang.

He looked back at Jiang Dong and scolded, "is this also called poetry? It is neither rhymed nor neat. In the artistic conception, the head is hidden and the tail is exposed, and the promise is made. Thank you for writing it out! "

Jiang Dongyu died and looked at the calm Princess Huayang. She said: "it's really not called poetry. It's really shameless to write."

Chen Pinghu was stunned. Mrs. pan continued to read the second song in a loud voice: "in the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze brings warmth to Tu su. Thousands of households are always exchanging new peaches for old ones

After reading, all the ministers exclaimed! A scholar like old minister twists his beard and says: "what a sentence," always exchange new peaches for old ones. "What a moving scene! This poem can't be written unless it has a great atmosphere! "

Jiang Dong pulled the corners of his mouth, didn't he! I don't care who Wang Anshi is, or whether he is a famous literary scholar and reformer! Of course, the weather is big. But This poem is not so good, right?

She looked at him carefully, but his face was not very good-looking.

Jiang Dong is shocked, isn't he? Is talent too exposed, a little too much. But it can't be blamed on her. She didn't have a competitive mind. She only blamed her opponent for being too good. There would be no harm if there was no comparison.

Chen Pinghu looked at Princess Huayang, who was silent, and Jiang Dong, whose face was full of fear. His eyes were strange. I thought it was bronze, but it turned out to be a king. No wonder.

Jiang Dongna returned with a smile, even Chen Pinghu had already guessed which song she had written.

Mrs. pan got up with a smile and personally sent two pieces of Xuan paper to Chen Pinghu's case. "Mr. Chen, please have a look."

Chen Pinghu picked up two pieces of rice paper and did not speak for a long time.

The Empress Dowager asked, "Chen Pinghu, which song was written by the princess? Which song was written by Jiang? "