Chapter 48

Premonition test.

Chu Zhiyu sat at the head, smiling gently, but it made people feel as if they were separated by clouds, alienated and indifferent.

Mrs. Hu apologized, "The young girl is young and energetic, I hope that the mother will not be as knowledgeable as her, she just learned a few words from her husband and then came out to play around, Weiwei, don't be rude, you will lose your father's face."

Hu Weiwei was reprimanded in public, her eyes were slightly red, but she never lost her composure.

"The little girl should be a little bit more energetic. Mrs. Hu, please don't be harsh. Sister Chu, since Miss Hu wants to ask for advice, just play with her. This song is not only played by men."

Concubine Rong comforted Hu Weiwei who was underneath, and motioned to Chu Zhiyu.

After all, she is Prime Minister Hu's beloved daughter, so don't embarrass her too much.

Chu Zhiyu was very interested, "I am two years older than you, so I will let you do some research. You can come up with the questions."

Hu Weiwei made some concessions and said, "How about using this song as the theme of the Water Flowing Cup Banquet?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Lan Ye and Qin Zhu beside Chu Zhiyu frowned.

"It's not difficult to choose some things of the four seasons as the topic, but it is indeed a bit difficult to write poems on the spot and describe such a grand scene."

"That's right, as expected of Hu Xiang's daughter, she has extraordinary courage."

"I just don't know about this Concubine Chu... Now that the courtiers are all here, and if something goes wrong, it will not only lose her own face, but Nan Liang's face... "

The wives below are all in spirit.

"At the beginning of Qin Shilong, I washed the filth and swam in the Shu River.

In late spring, good talents spring up like bamboo shoots. "

"it is good!"

As soon as Hu Weiwei finished speaking, some wives began to applaud.

Hu Weiwei looked shy, and glanced at King Qin who was not far away, "May Your Majesty's subordinates come forth in succession, and my great Qin will be prosperous forever!"

Concubine Rong praised approvingly, "It can be seen that I was still humble just now, I think this poem is a masterpiece."

In the end, everyone's eyes turned to Chu Zhiyu.

Lan Ye and Qin Zhu were secretly anxious. When their princess was in Nanliang, at most they would write love poems with the general to tease their love. It would be a fantasy for her to write poems that are not inferior to Hu Weiwei.

"Your Majesty, please."

Hu Weiwei saluted respectfully.

Chu Zhiyu took a sip of the wine without haste, and the faint fruity aroma lingered between her lips and teeth.

"Pavilions and terraces are repaired, and those who sit on them are all celebrities.

The willows are all broken, and I look for the branches. "

The Baihua Pavilion is full of famous people. These famous people are like the willows on the bank of the river every year. They are picked by the emperor, but year after year, the new willows are full of vitality.

"May Your Majesty's seas and rivers be clear, all rivers flow into the sea, and all celebrities in the world enter under his command."

Lan Ye and Qin Zhu exclaimed, looking at their mother's indifferent expression with admiration.

Praise in a low voice, "Your Majesty is so amazing!"

Concubine Rong raised her eyebrows, feeling a little disappointed in her heart, but she said: "I don't want my sister Concubine Chu to have such talent. This poem has a lofty intention, and it can be used to describe the deep in the light, and it will last forever."

Concubine Liu raised her glass in admiration.

Madam Hu and Hu Weiwei below had complicated expressions, surprised, disappointed, ashamed, and unbearable.

In the end, Mrs. Hu saluted and admitted, "Your Majesty is superior, this poem beats my daughter, so I should win for your Majesty."

"Weiwei played with an ax in the class, which made the empress laugh."

Hu Weiwei tried her best not to run away, she could feel that someone was watching her jokes while holding back her embarrassment and anger.

She raised her head and sat back in her seat.

Even if she loses the contest with Concubine Chu, she is not comparable to other ladies.

Glory to defeat.

 Change the two poems slightly

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