After rebirth, the crazy beauty was favored by the gloomy prince

Chapter 6 Poetry
"Cough, cough, cough..." Feng Yici coughed a few times, the dust was too heavy, and he was not used to it.

"It's windy outside, Fu Min! Send Your Highness to my tent, and ask someone to burn a few more pots of charcoal fire inside."

"Your Highness, please." Nan Yi kept watching Feng Yi Ci enter the tent, and she picked up the sword and led the soldiers to train.

Until the sun set, Feng Yici walked out of the tent, thinking that it was time to go back to the palace, seeing Nan Yi waving a sword under the setting sun, she was very high-spirited, her firm eyes led the soldiers, and she had grown up even when she was a child.

It was time to change myself to protect her.

"Your Highness, let's go back to the palace." Nan Yi walked up and said, also threw the sword in his hand to Fu Min who was beside him, and put on his coat.

"Um…"

Back in the palace, it was already dark. After dinner, Feng Yici was reading with a book. Nan Yi tidied up the bedding, took off her clothes, and met his eyes when she raised her eyes. The atmosphere instantly became ambiguous and peaceful Awkward.

"I'm going to bed first." Nan Yi quickly lay down and closed her eyes, but she always felt uncomfortable with eyes staring at her.

"Why do you have to sleep in separate beds? You want to protect yourself like a jade for Feng Lanhua?" Nan Yi felt a little uncomfortable when he heard these words. He had reached such a point that he still didn't trust himself, so he got up and took the quilt and pillow sleep in bed.

"Okay, go to bed." Feng Yici really didn't expect her to be so aggressive, but he thought she was a bit cute, and the hearts of martial arts practitioners were indeed open-minded and simple.

Early the next morning, when Nan Yi woke up, there was no one around him, not even the temperature. After asking the maid, she found out that Feng Yi Ci had read books in the East Study Room all night. chicken soup.

"General, the Prime Minister's Mansion held a poetry meeting today. His Highness the Second Highness and Miss Nan were invited to go. I'm afraid the purpose is not pure."

"I see." As he spoke, Nan Yi nodded thoughtfully. The imperial examination will be held in the next year, and His Majesty will also hand over the matter to the prime minister. He will hold a poetry meeting at this time, and many people will come to the imperial examination Students who take the exam, I am afraid it is not easy.

After eating breakfast, Nan Yi went to the East Study Room and watched Feng Yici take the book and turn a page. It would be embarrassing to go to the poetry meeting with her literary talent, but Feng Yici's literary talent is outstanding, so she had to ask him for help. Not only do I need an invitation, but I also need him to go with me. It is hard to say anything about asking for help.

"What's the matter, general?" Nan Yi hesitated for a few seconds, and saw the invitation card on the table. It turned out that the prime minister's residence had also invited him.

"It's nothing, actually..." Feng Yici looked at her embarrassed look, with a sense of contrast, hesitating and afraid to speak, and he didn't know what was going on in her mind.

"is it?"

"I want to accompany His Highness to the poetry meeting in the Prime Minister's Mansion, is that okay?" Nan Yi said bravely and smiled.

"Go there after lunch." Feng Yici looked up at her, only to see her smile with crooked eyebrows, who knows what she will do in this poetry meeting, and she still has some expectations, and then Watch her leave.

After lunch, the two of them went together. As soon as they entered the house, the heat blowing towards them was very different from the temperature outside. The Prime Minister was afraid that Feng Yici would catch cold, so he placed many heaters inside, and immediately everyone present got off. Kneeling and saying:
"Meet Your Highness the Prince—"

"Meet the princess—"

It wasn't until Feng Yici was seated, sitting on the highest symbolic position, and Nan Yi was sitting beside him, that he opened his mouth and said:

"Get up."

"Thank you, Your Highness, the Crown Princess—"

Nan Yi quickly spotted Feng Lanhua and Nan Xikou among the group of people. Looking at Nan Xikou's petite and cute appearance, wearing a pink dress, people love her very much. Although she is a concubine, she is a talented woman. With the name close to her, no one has ever underestimated her, otherwise, how would she be worthy of stepping into this poem.

"Today's poetry meeting gathers a lot of literati, and the poems will surely amaze everyone! The meaning of the title can be freely expressed, who would like to mention the first poem first?" the prime minister said.

"I wish to come first." After speaking, a man in linen clothes walked out, picked up a brush and wrote on the paper, the handwriting was very powerful and beautiful, after finishing the four lines of verse, he put down the pen and began to read:

"The west wind blows the waves of the old Dongting, and Xiang Jun has white hair all night. After he is drunk, he doesn't know that the sky is in the water. The boat is full of clear dreams and crushes the galaxy!"

"What a drunk man who doesn't know the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams pressing the galaxy! What a poem!"

"Mr. Jiang is very talented, and he will definitely become famous in the imperial examination in the next year!" Looking at his arrogant appearance, he has a bit of literati style.

This poem made many people admire it. After listening to countless poems, Nan Yi was a little tired and yawned. She felt extremely boring like listening to the scriptures. She might as well go to the camp to train soldiers.

"Why don't you ask His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to compose a poem?" The prime minister asked, and naturally many people responded, so Feng Yici wrote a poem, and Feng Lanhua's voice sounded during the discussion:
"Brother Huang's poems are a little insufficient. If you write love poems for General Nan, you don't have any intentions!" Feng Lanhua's tone was very yin and yang, and then he went on to say:
"Does General Nan feel that Brother Huang's poems are not as good as those I wrote for you?" Nan Yi didn't know where to go, but when he asked him suddenly, he hurriedly responded:
"His Royal Highness's sincerity is a thousand times better than yours, ten thousand times!"

"Really? Why don't you try it out?" Feng Lanhua's words were a bit out of date, which would inevitably make Feng Yici's face uncomfortable, but he just couldn't get angry. How can a waste be worthy of sitting on the crown prince? Nan Yi supported her left and right, she was the woman who admired her the most, but now hearing her say that she was not as good as Feng Yici, she felt very unwilling.

Everyone was waiting to see a good show.

"Ridiculous! Lanhua, do you want the people present to see a royal joke?" Feng Yici got up and took Nan Yi's hand and walked out. He was not sure. He was not afraid of losing to Feng Lanhua, but rather Nan Yi was moved by a few lines of his poems and changed her mind.

"You can't leave now!" Nan Yi didn't want to listen to the heavenly scriptures for a long time, but in the end it was a failure.

"Do you still want to stay and listen to your lover to write poems for you?! You like him so much? The poetry meeting is also for him, right?!" After one point, the poem will be false, but it is true to beat mandarin ducks by oneself.

"Feng Lanhua wins over the prime minister, and His Majesty entrusts the imperial examination to the prime minister. Don't you understand that he is holding a poetry meeting today?! Feng Yici!" Nan Yi wholeheartedly for him, but she couldn't get his trust, a little chilling.

"Let's go back to the palace." Feng Yici had expected it a long time ago, otherwise, how could he come here, but he didn't expect that she really had other intentions, misunderstood her, and felt a little guilty in his heart.

"Go back to the palace!! Go back by yourself!!!" Nan threw off his hand angrily, glanced at Fu Min, motioned him to stay and watch, and walked out quickly.

　The first poem in the article comes from Tang Wenru's "Inscription on Qingcao Lake in Longyang County". I can't write it out. If you are interested, you can find Du Niang~
　　
　
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