Chapter 60 Competition (Part 3)
Not surprisingly, when the emperor said this, the palace was met with silence.
"In that case, I declare that Princess Yu Mengqing wins this match."
For some reason, Yu Mengqing always felt that the emperor's mood was obviously surging when he said this.
"He's just a blind man, what do he know?"
Suddenly, a very quiet voice from inside the venue reached Yu Mengqing's ears.
Others may not have heard it, but as a senior agent, Yu Mengqing could be said to have heard it clearly.
If she heard correctly, the words just now came from Li Qiaochu, the daughter of the Shangshu Mansion.
When he looked up, he saw Li Qiaochu looking at the third prince Chu Shixiang with malicious eyes.
The reason why Li Qiaochu is so arrogant is simply because she has been favored by the old witch Queen Mother and may be betrothed to the second prince Chu Shirong.
Of course, this is also a rumor, but there is no smoke without fire. Only when this happens will they hear the rumor.
Chu Shirong is a prince. Although he is not particularly outstanding, his identity as a prince is real.
Being the second imperial concubine is a title that many young ladies desire.
Although Li Qiaochu spoke in a low voice, Yu Mengqing could hear it because she had been drinking spiritual spring water frequently recently and had extraordinary hearing.
However, with Li Qiaochu's personality, even if she really married the second prince Chu Shirong, she might not be the last one to laugh.
Not for any reason, just because of her personality, she is really not suitable to stay in this palace.
Well, you can only live for one year at most, and then you will either be dead or die.
Of course, it is also possible that he would become a disabled person like the third prince Chu Shixiang.
But Chu Shixiang was a prince after all. If he was killed, the emperor would definitely hold him accountable, so he was spared.
You say you are the daughter of a minister, but apart from your parents in the minister's mansion, who in this palace cares about your life or death?
The hall had become completely quiet at this time. No one seemed to have expected that the legendary good-for-nothing Princess Zhan would be so secretive.
But when they thought of her at the palace banquet two years ago, everyone became skeptical again, thinking that this might just be a coincidence.
Maybe he is more proficient in making couplets. This pair of couplets is just one of the competitions today. There are several more competitions to come.
Yu Mengqing ignored the looks from all around her. Her mind was now filled with thoughts on how to win the competition so that she could get the emperor's prize.
And then she has to catch the adulterer?
"Next, we will have a poetry competition. This poetry competition is very simple. I have three paintings in my hand. All you need to do is write the most appropriate poem on the painting."
After saying this, Eunuch Huang raised the first painting in his hand.
It is a very beautiful landscape painting, which contains not only scenery but also objects.
Just looking at this painting, I feel it is very artistic.
I have to say that this is indeed a good painting. Even Yu Mengqing, a time traveler from the end of the world, lingered on it for a few more seconds.
Looking at this portrait, everyone fell silent.
I began to ponder, such a beautiful painting must be matched with a good poem, right?
Only Yu Mengqing, after seeing this portrait.
The corners of her lips were noticeably curled up, and then she smoothed out the rice paper and put down her brush in one smooth motion, without any need for thought.
In fact, she just copied out Tang Yin's "Landscape Painting" from the Ming Dynasty.
"A secluded mountain dwelling, thick with weeds and trees, where birds sing, flowers fall, and books dwell. Travelers with walking sticks often get lost, for where would they go if it were not for the sound of books?"
Suddenly, Yu Mengqing's cold voice was heard from the quiet Tihe Hall.
To be honest, she is okay in other aspects, but writing poetry is really not her strong point.
But so what? Even if she can't write poetry, can she recite it?
However, after Yu Mengqing recited this poem, most of the people in the hall had not yet started writing.
Even the person who picked up the pen just did so without writing a single word.
So at this moment, Yu Mengqing was the center of everyone's attention in this hall.
Everyone even turned their eyes to the rice paper in her hand, and saw that the poem was indeed clearly written on the rice paper, and even the title of the poem was annotated.
The title of the poem is "Landscape Painting".
"Very good, very good. I didn't expect that Princess Zhan has such literary talent. She is really a hidden talent." Chu Murong, who was sitting on a high seat in front of the palace, laughed and praised.
"Does anyone have any poems? You can also show them together so that we can determine the winner." Seeing this, Eunuch Huang asked everyone in the hall.
But at this moment, the hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, let alone reveal it.
My mind was completely blank at this moment. I had just finished looking at the painting and hadn't even had time to think about it, so how could I compose a poem?
Not to mention others, even Chu Shiheng looked at Yu Mengqing with shock on his face.
If she didn't know clearly, she would not have known the base map in advance. He couldn't believe the fact before him.
You know, in the eyes of the world, no one can create such perfect poems just by looking at a painting. This is indeed beyond ordinary people.
However, just because Chu Shiheng didn't say anything doesn't mean others can be so calm.
"I don't believe this poem was written on the spot." The first person to stand up and speak was Li Qiaochu.
In fact, it should be said that it was not just her, many people present had this idea.
It’s just that Li Qiaochu is the most brainless one.
Once the first person steps forward, others will follow.
Then several other young masters and ladies stood up and questioned, "This competition is about fairness and justice. Princess Zhan, your victory was unfair."
Yu Mengqing looked at the young man who said this and asked, "What do you think?"
"Princess Zhan, if you didn't write this poem in advance, how could it be completed so quickly? This is completely impossible."
The person who said this was Li Junlei, the eldest son of the Shangshu Mansion.
I have to say that these young masters and daughters from the Shangshu Mansion are really naive. They might even help others count the money after being sold.
"Why not? Since you are so sure, do you have any evidence to prove that I cheated?" Yu Mengqing asked back.
Hearing this, Li Junlei's face turned red.
He didn't expect that Princess Zhan would be so shameless, cheating so blatantly and refusing to admit it.
At this time, Li Junlei had already formed a preconceived notion and believed that Yu Mengqing must have cheated.
"Why do we need evidence? Eunuch Huang just called Danqing over, and you wrote this poem. Everyone in the hall was watching. If this isn't cheating, what is?" Another young man also stood up and questioned.
"I'm sorry, but this princess is so talented that I can compose poems without thinking. What's wrong with that?" Yu Mengqing said lightly.
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