"Today's poetry gathering will focus on three themes: spring flowers, spring leaves, and spring wind. Each of you may choose one to compose a poem, and the allotted time is the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

As soon as the question was posed, everyone tensed up and their expressions became serious.

Those who migrated south breathed a sigh of relief.

She had been worried that the questions Xu Taigong had set were too difficult, exceeding the lines she knew.

It turns out it's that simple.

In the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, she could write not just one poem, but ten.

Several rows of servants carried the Four Treasures of the Study to the talented scholars and ladies, and the examination supplies were neatly arranged on the table.

"Give me two more sheets of paper, thank you." Nan Qianyue looked at the only sheet of paper she had and smiled as she asked the servant for two more.

Without hesitation, the servant placed down two more cards and then withdrew.

Song Suihuan cast a mocking glance at her, "Is Miss Nan afraid of writing the words wrong, so she asked for two extra sheets of toilet paper?"

Nanqianyue followed her younger sister's example and ground ink, completely ignoring her.

Song Suihuan opened her mouth, about to say something sarcastic, when a sharp gaze suddenly shot out from above. She looked up and trembled in fright, immediately lowering her head and grinding the ink obediently.

However, she was puzzled. Was Prince Anzheng protecting Nanqianyue? Could it be that he had really been seduced by Nanqianyue?

Impossible. When Prince Anzheng glared at her, he was probably just maintaining order. How could he be protecting that good-for-nothing, the one who moved south?

The idiot in her mind had already started writing.

Qin Yi was not far from moving south, and one could see the messy words that flowed from her pen.

Soon, Nanqianyue put down his pen with satisfaction, picked up his masterpiece, and blew on it.

After admiring it for a while, she put down her masterpiece, looked up at the others, most of whom were still deep in thought.

Xie Yanzhou noticed her gaze, and he returned a gentle smile, his lips moving as if to say, "You are still as outstanding as ever."

Nanqianyue smiled, then lowered her head and began to admire the scenery again.

The three judges above all noticed her and couldn't help but be curious when they saw how quickly she wrote.

Qin Yi turned his head and exchanged a glance with Xu Taigong and Yang Yushi, then he stood up and walked towards Nanqianyue.

A dark shadow blocked the light. Nan Qianyue looked up, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "What instructions does Your Highness have?"

Qin Yi held out his palm. "Let me see it."

Without hesitation, Nanqianyue handed him all three pieces of paper.

Qin Yi took it and unfolded it, his smooth brows immediately furrowing.

Song Suihuan, who was watching from the other side, laughed gleefully. She knew that Nan Qianyue was here to make a fool of herself, and sure enough, she had made a scene in front of Prince Anzheng.

"I underestimated you." Qin Yi said, then took the three poems and walked towards Xu Taigong.

Xu Taigong did not hold out any hope for the southward migration of Yue, after all, her past misdeeds were known to everyone in the capital.

But since it was personally handed to him by Prince Anzheng, he still wanted to take a look.

Old Master Xu took the paper. The messy handwriting almost made him give up, but he still endured the visual discomfort and read it carefully.

Upon seeing this, his expression turned visibly astonished, and in the end, his hands trembled as if he were holding some priceless treasure.

Imperial Censor Yang, who was standing nearby, was so curious that he got up and went over to investigate.

His reaction to the poems and essays written by Nanqianyue was almost exactly the same as that of Xu Taigong.

"This! This was actually made by the daughter of the Southern Chancellor?" Imperial Censor Yang looked at Nan Qianyue in astonishment.

As the moon curved in the south, she smiled and nodded politely to Imperial Censor Yang.

The judges' reaction caught the attention of all the talented men and women, and everyone became curious about what kind of poem could simultaneously make Xu Taigong and Yang Yushi change their expressions in astonishment.

Xu Taigong and Imperial Censor Yang exchanged a glance and remained silent for the time being. It wasn't until the incense stick had burned out that Xu Taigong looked at the people present and spoke.

"Time is up. You don't need to hand in your poems or essays. Just read them aloud."

Song Suihuan looked at the poem written by Nanqianyue in Xu Taigong's hand with a very gloomy expression. She wanted to hear what kind of lousy poem Nanqianyue could come up with.

"Grandpa Xu," Song Suihuan said with a smile, "Didn't Miss Nan finish her poem a long time ago? Why don't we let everyone see it first?"

Xu Taigong looked hesitant. After these three poems were read aloud, would everyone still have the confidence to read their own poems?

"Old Master Xu, let her read it," Imperial Censor Yang suggested.

"I will read it," Qin Yi suddenly said.

Old Master Xu glanced at it, and without much thought, handed the poem to him.

"Need not."

Qin Yi didn't answer; he had already remembered it.

His deep, resonant voice echoed throughout the garden: "Hibiscus flowers bloom on the treetops, their red buds bursting forth in the mountains. The secluded valley is deserted, as they bloom and fall in profusion."

"A tall tree adorned with jade green, with ten thousand green silk ribbons hanging down. Who could have cut such delicate leaves? The spring breeze of February is like a pair of scissors."

"Where is the spring breeze most pleasant? In the secluded palace, amidst fragrant grasses. The phoenix banners flutter gently, and the pheasant-feathered banners sway luxuriantly. Their fragrance spreads through the nine gates, and gently enters the orchids and irises. But alas, the white round fan steals the emperor's favor from time to time."

quiet.

After Qin Yi finished reading, the entire garden became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

After seeing such verses, and then looking at my own writing, I wouldn't dare to show it off.

"What a beautiful poem! What a beautiful poem!"

Those who were truly talented began to praise him, but the words of praise were incomprehensible to the Southern Migrant Month.

She picked up her teacup and drank silently.

Old Master Xu stood up, took the poem "Southward Migration Month" and walked down, personally handing it to everyone to read.

He then approached the southward-moving moon and asked with great excitement, "These poems were not written today, were they?"

Nanqian Yue immediately stood up and bowed to the old man. She said, "I dare not hide it from you, Grandpa Xu. Several months ago, I traveled around the world for two months, passing through many mountains and rivers. Those three poems were all written during my travels."

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