Jian Xiu naturally noticed Shu Xiaoyao's expression, and she curled her red lips coldly, and answered without thinking:
"The setting sun shines on the bamboo island, and birds with snowy feathers fly over the green lake. There is nothing to worry about in the world, and every time I go to the fisherman's house, I don't want to leave."
This is from a poem titled Tan Shang Zuo by Zhang Qiao.
Although I was silently saying sorry in my heart, my face remained calm as before.
There was absolutely no trace of guilt on his face.
After these words, the entire body hall suddenly became quiet.
Everyone looked at Jian Xiu in surprise, with disbelief written all over their faces.
Even several concubines in high positions could not believe that Jian Xiu could compose a poem in such a short time.
Most importantly, this poem is extremely appropriate for the occasion.
How could such a person be made by a country woman?
"Good, good, good, good poem, good poem..." Mu Junyou said repeatedly.
"Impossible!" Shu Xiaoyao suddenly stood up and said.
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at her. They didn't say anything, but their eyes were full of confusion.
If you just write poetry, there is a possibility that it will be false.
But nowadays, when we play poetry relay, who knows what the last sentence of the previous one is?
It can be said that this situation cannot be faked at all.
Mu Junyou on the side also looked at Shu Xiaoyao in confusion, "Queen, what do you mean by this?"
After hearing Mu Junyou's words, Shu Xiaoyao finally realized what she had said.
With a confused expression, she quickly collected her thoughts and said:
"Your Majesty has misunderstood. I am just surprised. I didn't expect that Princess An Ning has such literary talent. It is truly admirable."
"Your Majesty, you are too kind!" Jian Xiu said lightly.
In fact, I have complained about it countless times in my heart.
There is no doubt that the winners of this round are Jian Xiu and Zhang Zixuan.
After all, she recites poems, while others write poems, how can they be compared?
"Everyone, this round, Anning County has won. Next, we will start painting. I believe the daughters and sons of various families are already prepared."
"Similarly, the title is given by me. Do you see the poem in my hand? Today's painting is based on this poem."
As he said this, Eunuch Su placed the poem in front of him again and turned it around so that everyone could see it.
Especially when it came to Jian Xiu, he stayed there for a while longer, as if he was afraid that she couldn't see him.
If he was still a little bit worried when he was composing the poem just now, then at this moment, he was basically completely relieved.
But I heard that Mrs. Fang was also a talented woman, especially in painting, and she and the Queen were unmatched.
Thinking of this, when Queen Shu Xiaoyao looked at Jian Xiuxiao again, there was obviously a hint of pride in her eyes.
Although Jian Xiu was looking at Eunuch Shu, her peripheral vision was always on Shu Xiaoyao.
Seeing her smug expression, Jian Xiu couldn't help but feel sarcastic in her heart.
Isn't it just drawing? It seems so difficult.
In the previous life, weren't these things within our control?
After Eunuch Su said "start", Jian Xiudang sat down.
The ink was poured out with a splash...
Because of the previous round of competition, although everyone was drawing, they would occasionally leave extra lines around Jian Xiu.
Everyone was surprised to see her like this.
Not to mention them, even Zhang Zixuan who was sitting next to Jian Xiu was stunned for a long time before he responded.
"Xiu'er, you... "
"Calm down, you still don't believe me?" Jian Xiu interrupted Zhang Zixuan and said.
After saying this, Zhang Zixuan immediately touched his nose awkwardly.
Yes, why should he doubt her.
Didn't he understand her yet? From the way she looked, it was obvious that she was confident about what she had done.
Besides, when had she ever done something that she was not sure about?
At this time, whispers about Jian Xiu could be heard again from all around.
"You see, she has spilled the ink, and she won't let Eunuch Su give her a new piece of rice paper. Isn't it obvious that she wants to give up this round?"
"What's the big deal? I'm afraid I have confidence. I think I can still get first place even if I give up this round."
"You are wrong. With her condition, she doesn't really think she can get first place in the martial arts test!"
"Isn't it? We have so many masters in the Dashun Dynasty, how could it be her turn as a woman? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"
"......"
Naturally, Mu Junyou and Shu Xiaoyao, who were in high positions, also heard these words.
But Mu Junyou was different from Shu Xiaoyao. He always felt that Jian Xiu could give him another surprise.
On the other hand, Shu Yao felt that once Jian Xiu poured the ink, the painting was completely ruined.
She just didn't believe that she could still win after all this.
Jian Xiu acted as if she didn't hear or see such questioning voices and suspicions, and didn't give them any response at all.
In fact, she heard every word clearly, but she didn't have time to pay attention to them now.
"She seems to be really painting!" Someone said this.
Her voice was not too loud, but not too soft either. Just the right amount for people to hear.
"What's the point of painting? Paintings made like this give people a dirty feeling."
“I think she’s taking it very seriously.”
"......"
Only Zhang Zixuan, who was sitting next to Jian Xiu, was extremely surprised.
If he still had doubts for a moment just now, then at this moment, his doubts seemed to have become a joke.
The ink that was "accidentally" spilled just now has now become a mountain not far away in this beautiful painting.
The undulations are so continuous that you can't tell at all that this is drawn with sprinkled ink.
However, what surprised Zhang Zixuan the most was that when he was observing the mountain, Jian Xiu used ink on the rice paper to depict a plum tree.
One is far and the other is close, there is absolutely no sense of incongruity...
All this happened right under his eyes, but he didn't see how she portrayed it.
I raised my eyes slightly and met Jian Xiu's confident, calm, and extremely serious expression...
For a moment, Zhang Zixuan's expression softened.
This was his wife, the wife he wanted to protect with his life in this life.
Jian Xiu naturally noticed Zhang Zixuan's surprised look, but this was normal for her.
How could he not be surprised?
He dipped the brush in some ink and paused for a moment.
Then he wrote on the right corner of the rice paper: A few dots of color depict the ten thousand foot high peaks, and the rolling clouds and waves show their calmness. The red plum blossoms stand proudly on the cliff, like a good companion for the thousands of feet tall pines on the rocks.
It can be said that this painting was created entirely for this poem.
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