So that if she suddenly had to write a poem, she could outshine others. Her reputation as a talented woman often came about this way.
Yun Qingran is even more delighted! My charming and talented ancestors! I'm going to use your works to show off!
"Write a poem? Can Ranran do it?" Yun Qingbi asked Yun Xiao nervously.
"It probably won't work. Your sister can't even write her own name, let alone compose poetry." Yunxiao wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"It's alright, losing is losing. Anyway, my sister's reputation is already as bad as it gets, so this little bit won't make a difference," Yun Qingbi comforted Yun Xiao.
"Get out, you unfilial son." Yunxiao glared at Yun Qingbi.
Yun Qingbi: Fatherly love is like a landslide!
"Father, my sister and cousin are at odds." Yun Lianhu, who was eating, looked up and saw his two older sisters standing in the main hall.
He buried himself in his food from the start of the banquet, and sure enough, a palace banquet is a palace banquet, the food was delicious. He didn't pay any attention to what was happening in the main hall.
“I told you to study hard, but you insist on being a pig. All you do is eat.” Yun Song gave Yun Lianhu a big slap.
Yun Lianhu: Fatherly love is like a landslide!
"Father, let my sister withdraw. How could my cousin possibly beat her?" Yun Lianhu looked at Yun Qingran with some concern.
Although his cousin was useless at everything and had a bad reputation, she was still his cousin, and he had always cared about her.
"Eat your food." Yun Song couldn't understand how someone as intelligent and ambitious as herself could have given birth to such a stupid and unambitious person.
Yun Lianhu wanted to say something more, but Yun Song raised his hand, so he silently shut up and continued eating.
"Ranran, you go first." Yun Xiyue politely let Yun Qingran go first.
"Let my cousin go first," Yun Qingran said.
"Then I'll get started. Don't worry, Ranran, I'll keep it to myself." Yun Xiyue lowered her voice a bit, but the hall was spacious, and her voice still reached everyone's ears clearly.
"Cousin, please." Yun Qingran gestured for her to enter.
Yun Xiyue recited a poem about New Year's Eve in a sweet, delicate voice. The poem was elegant and full of classical allusions. As soon as she finished reciting it, she was greeted with cheers.
"Ranran, it's your turn." Yun Xiyue smiled sweetly, but beneath the sweetness was a lot of pride.
"Okay." Yun Qingran cleared her throat and slowly recited, "Have you not seen the Yellow River's waters come from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return?"
Do you not see the bright mirror in the high hall reflecting the sorrow of white hair, black as silk in the morning, turning to snow by evening?
Enjoy life to the fullest when you're successful; don't let your golden goblet stand empty before the moon.
"Heaven has endowed me with talents, which will surely be put to use; though a thousand pieces of gold are spent, they will return again. Let us feast on roasted lamb and slaughtered oxen, and drink three hundred cups in one go! Master Cen, Master Danqiu, let us drink, do not stop the cup! I will sing you a song, please lend me your ear."
Yun Qingran recited with intonation and emotion, joking around. This kind of emotional recitation is something every Chinese student does in class. After practicing for so many years, she is very skilled at it.
Moreover, putting aside her appearance, Yun Qingran's voice is very pleasant to listen to, with a touch of allure and a hint of charm. At first glance, it sounds like a nightingale singing in a valley, or a kite crying and a phoenix singing.
"The imagery in this poem is truly wonderful."
"His skill in choosing words and constructing sentences is also quite remarkable."
"Yunxi Yue's poems are good, but compared with Yun Qingran's, they feel rather petty."
...
Jun Molin looked at Yun Qingran, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly again. He wasn't surprised; he seemed to have gotten used to her often surprising everyone.
It's really strange. On the day they met, he was soaking in a hot spring when he turned his head and saw her leaning against the wall. She was ugly and had a lewd look in her eyes.
I don't know when it started, but her lewd and self-conscious gaze became cunning and lively, completely mismatched with her bloated and obese body.
"Ranran, did you have someone else write this poem and memorize it? In this situation, doing this is a crime of deceiving the emperor. Quickly plead with the emperor for mercy." Yun Xiyue suddenly advised Yun Qingran with a worried expression.
Upon hearing Yun Xiyue's words, everyone immediately became suspicious, wondering if the poem was actually written by Yun Qingran.
"Plagiarizing other people's poems is truly despicable and shameless."
"I knew it! With her character, how could she possibly write such good poetry?"
"It's definitely plagiarism."
...
Hearing the doubts from everyone, a triumphant smile flashed across Yun Xiyue's eyes.
When she heard Yun Qingran compose such beautiful poetry, she was initially startled, but quickly calmed down. She then thought of a way to frame and slander him.
Moreover, she didn't believe that Yun Qingran did it herself; she was sure that, like herself, she had someone else do it.
"What makes you think I hired someone else to do it? Have you done it yourself? Otherwise, why would you have such an idea?" Yun Qingran looked at Yun Xiyue with a half-smile.
"I..." Yun Xiyue felt a moment of guilt, but she immediately suppressed it and continued to falsely accuse Yun Qingran, "Ranran, you have never been to school, and you can't even count from one to ten. How could you possibly write such a poem?"
“Your Majesty, Yun Qingran has committed the crime of deceiving the Emperor, and should be executed according to the law,” the Imperial Noble Consort immediately stepped forward and said.
“Your Majesty, Ranran must have done this herself. She did not deceive the Emperor,” Consort Ning also stepped forward and said.
"This..." The Emperor looked at Yunxiao. Yunxiao had made many military achievements in her youth and had been well-behaved in recent years. Yun Qingran was, after all, her daughter. Killing her would probably chill the hearts of the old ministers.
"Your Majesty, I have a solution," the Empress suddenly said.
"Oh, Your Majesty, do you have any ideas?" the Emperor asked the Empress.
"Since Miss Yun said that Miss Yun had someone prepare the poems in advance and then used them, then let's give them some tricky topics to write poems on. It's impossible for them to prepare poems for every topic in advance," the Empress said slowly.
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