On the other side, Murong Xing wanted to be a spectator, but as the heroine, she couldn't stay out of it at this time.
When it was her turn, Murong Xing was stunned at first. She had so much of the glory of five thousand years of civilization in her belly that she didn't know which one to use first.
Seeing that she didn't react, everyone looked at each other.
Murong Xing's elder sister, Murong Shu, chuckled and said in a fake tone, "Please don't embarrass my fifth sister. She has never been fond of poetry and books since she was a child, so I'm afraid she won't be able to say anything."
Someone exclaimed in surprise, "How could that be? I remember that on the Lantern Festival, Sister Xing'er wrote a poem and won the most beautiful lantern home."
As he spoke, the man recited the poem.
As soon as the words fell, Murong Shu's sister exclaimed, "Brother, didn't you write this poem last year? How could it be..."
As if realizing what he had said, he suddenly shut up.
Her brother beside her was stunned for a moment, frowned slightly, glanced at Murong Xing, and smiled softly, "Little sister, it's rare that someone likes this poem and also wrote it, so why bother about it."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked at Murong Xing with strange eyes, contempt and disdain.
"This... this can't be? Fifth sister can't be that kind of person." Murong Shu covered her mouth, shocked.
Murong Xing's expression changed slightly when he heard this. The light in his eyes dimmed and he smiled coldly, "Master Wei, are you saying that this poem was written by you?"
Are you still asleep? You're claiming the poetry of our great China is yours. Haha.
"Of course. I saw with my own eyes that what my brother wrote was taken away by some shameless people before it was spread out." Miss Wei snorted coldly.
Young Master Wei said with a stern face, "Little sister, why do you say that? Since Fifth Miss Murong likes it, just give it to her."
The two of them sang the same tune, making Murong Xing seem unreasonable.
Seeing this, some people began to show condemnation on their faces.
"I didn't expect that she would be this kind of person."
"Exactly. I used to admire her literary talent, but who knew it was stolen."
"You can only know a person's face but not his heart. It's better to stay away from such people in the future."
Seeing that everyone's words were becoming more and more sarcastic, Murong Shu seemed really worried about Murong Xing and hurriedly said, "Master Wei and Miss Wei, there must be a misunderstanding. Fifth sister, quickly apologize to Master Wei."
Murong Xing smiled calmly, "Really? It seems that Master Wei is truly a man of great literary talent. How about I compete with Master Wei? Let's see if I need to steal his poems."
Hearing this, everyone was in an uproar, and some spectators, excited, started to make a noise.
When Murong Shu heard her words, she was a little surprised that she didn't play by the rules. Her face was filled with grief. "Fifth sister, don't be so stubborn. I really don't want you to cause any more trouble."
Miss Wei's expression changed slightly. She feigned composure, raised her chin, and expressed a look of arrogance and disdain. "Some people should just admit it sooner rather than later. What's the point of competing in poetry? It's well known that my brother has a brilliant literary talent, and few can match him."
The eldest princess, Xiao Jingwen and Yan Xi who were sitting at the upper table also noticed the commotion here and couldn't help but look over.
Yan Xi was concentrating intently, with a look of anticipation on his face.
What follows is the heroine's highlight moment. When he saw this in his previous life, he couldn't help but get excited. The reason was that Murong Xing had been interested in poetry culture since she was a child and had started learning poetry since she was a child. The original text said that she had participated in the "Poetry Conference" and won first place. For her, poetry was a piece of cake, and she was no less impressive even if she wrote poetry herself.
Murong Xing was framed by her elder sister and younger sisters. She was so angry that she laughed and competed with Master Wei in poetry. Every poem she wrote was better than Master Wei's, which shocked everyone.
Xiao Jingwen saw that his eyes were fixed on Murong Xing not far away, and his face turned gloomy.
He knew what would happen next.
In his previous life, at this time, he was not present because the eldest princess did not invite him because he was not favored.
But later it was heard that Murong Xing had composed an impromptu poem that severely surpassed Master Wei, and she therefore became a goddess in everyone's heart for a time. It was also because of this incident that some people spread the rumor that the goddess who could unify the world as mentioned by the Ji family fortune teller a hundred years ago was Murong Xing.
Since then, countless men have sought to marry her, including Chu Yanxi.
He still remembered that after Murong Xing finished competing with Master Wei, he left the banquet to go to the toilet, but was taken by a maid to a room fumigated with aphrodisiac. Yan Xi quietly followed and took the person away.
Later, I don’t know what happened, but the two became closer.
Murong Xing, a woman, stayed in a room filled with aphrodisiac incense and was later taken away by Yan Xi. What happened between the two seemed self-evident.
When Xiao Jingwen thought of this, his fingers trembled slightly, his heart felt uncomfortable, and his lips turned pale.
He actually didn't want to believe that his Yan Xi had done such a thing.
But no matter what, in this life, he can only belong to me.
There was a hint of madness in Xiao Jingwen's eyes as he looked at the young man.
As expected, Murong Xing and Master Wei started a poetry battle, and her talent shocked everyone present.
Even the eldest princess and Xiao Jingyan could not help but stand in awe and were unable to recover for a long time.
Murong Shu and the Wei siblings looked pale and were so embarrassed that they wished they could find a hole to crawl into.
Murong Xing's mouth was dry. He took another sip of tea and raised an eyebrow. "Well, Master Wei, do you think I'd steal your poems?"
Young Master Wei's face flushed red. "I was momentarily possessed by a demon. I apologize. I hope Fifth Miss Murong will forgive me."
"Of course, you are not the mastermind. Why don't you tell us in front of everyone who the mastermind is?" Murong Xing showed a deathly smile.
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