Li Xiuzhu came back to his senses.

"No need to be so polite. Today, His Royal Highness the Third Prince has asked us not to be so polite. Miss Miao Jin is making things difficult for me."

Xu Miaojin was startled and bowed again.

"Well, sorry, sir, it was Miao Jin who was rude."

"Please forgive my abruptness, Miao Jin. I just heard the Marquis's wives marveling at his new work, and I was itching to take a look at it first since he hasn't submitted it yet."

So this is the reason: curiosity kills the cat, and women are particularly curious.

Moreover, for a female student, it would be very embarrassing to know that there is an excellent work that has been completed but she cannot see it first.

That kind of torment.

Who among my family members understands?

Li Xiuzhu understood Xu Miaojin's expression and nodded immediately.

"Miss Xu, please."

Upon hearing this, Xu Miaojin bowed to the women beside her, then hurried forward to take a look.

Xu Miaojin is no ordinary person. Most of the talented men in Beijing are impressed by her talent and beauty.

There are many people who like her, and when they see Xu Miaojin like this, they immediately feel something is wrong.

Damn it, Miao Jin won’t be seduced away by this pretty boy.

No, this bastard already has so many beautiful women, why can't he let our Miao Jin go.

At this moment, countless men were wailing in their hearts.

Even the third prince felt confused.

Although he didn't appear to be competitive, as a prince he had already secretly been eyeing a woman like Xu Miaojin.

Li Xiuzhu had unknowingly created a group of new enemies for himself.

Xu Miaojin naturally didn't know what other people were thinking, and even if she knew, she wouldn't care. She was alone and couldn't care about others. Besides, she was the darling of the family, and no one could force her except the emperor's order.

Xu Miaojin came in front of Li Biyao. Li Biyao smiled at her and generously turned the poem written by Li Xiuzhu in her direction for her to read.

Xu Miaojin also smiled at Li Biyao, and then looked at the poem written by Li Xiuzhu.

Winter Boudoir Complaint

The warm snowflakes melt into the fragrant cheeks, and the fragrance of the cheeks is separated by the warm flying snowflakes.

Let the snow be bullied by wearing only thin clothes, let the snow be bullied by wearing only thin clothes.

The plum blossoms bloom when we say goodbye, and the plum blossoms bloom when we say goodbye.

I don’t hate it if the flowers bloom late when I return, but I hate not returning when they bloom late.

Hiss~, absolutely, a line that will be remembered forever.

At this moment, Xu Miaojin felt as if the answer to a mystery had been solved, and she felt completely satisfied.

What made her feel so satisfied was not that the mystery was solved, but that the answer perfectly met her expectations.

It's like getting an epic orange item from a blind box in a dungeon.

Xu Miaojin looked at Li Xiuzhu with her beautiful eyes and said with admiration: "It is indeed the Marquis. You are worthy of being the Marquis who can write the poem "Peach Garden" that has been passed down through the ages. I admire you."

"It seems that this year's Poetry King must belong to the Marquis."

As soon as Xu Miaojin said this, some people couldn't sit still anymore.

It's not just for the title of King of Poetry, but also for women.

"Isn't it too early for Miss Xu to say this?"

Xu Miaojin turned around to look for the source of the voice and immediately frowned.

"Could it be that Prince Wang has a masterpiece that is better than Peach Garden?"

"I am not talented, but I have written a masterpiece. Even if it is not as good as Peach Garden, it is still a rare masterpiece."

Others might give her a way out, but Xu Miaojin wouldn't tolerate it. Although she was well-educated and gentle and generous, she had her weak spots that others couldn't touch.

"Since you know you can't compare, why do you think Miao Jin is wrong?"

"This..." After a pause, Wang Shichao's eyes turned and he immediately thought of an explanation.

"Although my poems may be a little worse, our Great Zhou is vast and rich in resources, and there are many talented people. How can Miss Xu know that no one can write better poems than the Marquis?"

As he said this, Wang Shichao looked at Li Xiuzhu and bowed.

"Please forgive me, Lord Marquis. I am just being realistic and I don't mean to target anyone."

Li Xiuzhu nodded indifferently.

"Master Wang is right. A disciple is better than his master. Ice is born from water but is colder than water. As the saying goes, a country is always full of talented people, and each of them leads the trend for hundreds of years."

Xu Miaojin didn't buy it, as if she was being criticized. Sometimes it wasn't her who was anxious, but her fans.

Xu Miaojin glanced at the scene and said to everyone, "I wonder if anyone thinks that their work can surpass Peach Garden. If so, why not let everyone see it? Miaojin also apologizes to everyone for her outrageous remarks."

At this moment, regardless of whether Li Xiuzhu was unhappy or not, he remained silent.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Even though they were unhappy, they still acknowledged Li Xiuzhu's talent in poetry.

Xu Miaojin's words immediately won the favor of Li Xiuzhu and his wives and concubines, which was as refreshing as drinking ginger tea in winter or ice water in the dog days of summer.

Seeing that the audience was getting bored, Su Xiaoxiao came out and said with a smile, "Miss Miaojin, time is almost up. Why don't we collect the papers and let everyone review them? This way, we can tell at a glance whether there are any good ones. Is that okay?"

Seeing that no one dared to answer her call, Xu Miaojin naturally would not refuse. This was rare today. She was Xu Miaojin, the generous and decent Xu Miaojin.

"Of course, this is the procedure of the poetry gathering. Miao Jin has crossed the line. Please forgive me, young lady and everyone else."

As Xu Miaojin said this, she looked at Li Xiuzhu again and bowed.

"I'm sorry to make you laugh, sir, but Miao Jin loves literature the most in her life and won't allow others to tarnish it."

Li Xiuzhu smiled gently. This was just the beginning. Her temper was much better than that of the fairies in later generations. At this time, the fairies in later generations would basically use the quintessence of Chinese culture to greet the opponent, or at the very least, use a punch from an experienced man with twenty years of experience.

"Miao Jin is brave enough to speak out for what she loves, which is a rare and beautiful quality. There is nothing to laugh at."

Xu Miaojin then felt relieved, smiled sweetly, and sat back in her seat.

After a while, all the poetry scrolls were put away.

Then the chanters began to sing.

This is the correct way to open a poetry gathering. Everyone wants to stand out. The situation in Taoyuan where Li Xiuzhu was targeted before was just a competition.

"Snowy night, Zhang Rui."

"The cold wind blows the snowflakes, which dance into the window screen."

"In the middle of the night, the solitary lamp is dimmed, and the moonlight falls on the empty steps."

After the first poem was finished, the singer paused.

The pause lasts about five minutes, allowing everyone to start commenting and appreciating the food.

If there is a good work and there is endless discussion, it can be elevated to the level of tea time.

As the chanting ended, voices were heard from below, but not many, because the verses were quite standard, probably at the level most people should be able to sing.

Several of Zhang Rui's friends complimented him a few words, and that was about it.

Seeing that no one spoke anymore, the chanter picked up another scroll of poetry.

"Xishan Hexin, Jian'an Yashi, Wang Shichao."

"The six-lit sky is the most auspicious, like a silver house covered with ten thousand tiles."

"The poor scholar collapsed in his sleeve, and the old man was covered with a swollen blanket on his back."

"The Taoist from the West Mountain came to show his skill, and the craftsman from Ying was about to go far away to make a work."

"I am the companion of Vayyadang, I like you and you are happy, so why should I doubt it?"

Hey, Wang Shichao? No wonder he dared to speak out before, this poem is quite interesting.

(End of this chapter)