The fourth girl made the whole family cry again

Chapter 40 Dare to stop snacking? I will cry to you

"Ahem!" The eldest princess cleared her throat and threw the melon seeds in her hand into the plate.

"Well, judging from my opinion, it is natural to respect the wishes of the person concerned. Jianing, do you mean to ask the fourth girl of the Zhou family to write poems?" asked the eldest princess.

Princess Jianing looked like a fighting cock to other people, but it was different when it was the eldest princess who was asking the question.

Princess Jianing put away the arrogance on her face, bent her knees, and replied.

"Cousin, this fourth girl from the Zhou family didn't get a chance to compose poetry in the last round. We have to give her a chance no matter what."

Look, that’s right!
  The eldest princess turned her attention to Zhou Xixi again. This girl was picking her fingernails with her head down!
  The eldest princess was puzzled.

No, I said you girl is too calm!
  This is so urgent. You are really not afraid of being bald!

"Girl Thursday, what do you mean?"

This little face is so pitiful, I can’t help but look at it!

What’s wrong with not being able to compose poetry? This princess has never learned to compose poetry and is missing arms and legs? Eat less and wear less? Do you have to look at the leader in vain?

The eldest princess was thinking about how to rescue the fourth girl from the Zhou family, but she didn't expect the fourth girl from the Zhou family to narrow her eyes slightly.

"It's time to compose a poem, I can't wait for you! Your Highness, the eldest princess, should we have an explanation before composing a poem, right?"

The eldest princess: "What do you mean?"

Zhou Xixi raised her head curtain and glanced sideways at Princess Jianing.

"Is it true that I think Princess Jianing's willow tree poem is terrible? Is this the truth? Poetry is meant to be criticized!
  It is true that the maid and Princess Jianing quarreled, but the maid did not think that she was at fault. It was just an academic discussion between the two because they had different opinions on a poem!
  Princess Jianing can't bully a commoner like me because of her noble status, right?
  It doesn't make sense just because someone cries, right?

If that happens, I will cry too, like water flooding the golden mountain! "

This means that Princess Jianing is pretending to be weak by crying!
  "You! You are arrogant!" As soon as Princess Jianing heard this, the grumpy man rushed up, "Okay, what do you want to say?"

Zhou Xixi chuckled in her heart, this was what she was waiting for.

"Poetry determines the outcome. Whoever writes a good poem will win. The loser apologizes to the winner. The way of apology is decided by the winner!"

[This is called PK, do you understand, Shabao? 】

Princess Jianing: Whoever calls you stupid is stupid, you are stupid, your whole family is stupid! Forget it, I won’t argue with you for now, wait and see how this princess treats you!

"Okay! It's settled!"

Princess Jianing agreed without even thinking.

"However, the poem I just wrote is going to be invalid. I didn't use my full strength just now and wrote it for fun!"

Girls: Damn it, who are you insulting?
  If we are the leader without using our full strength, then we are not trash!

When it comes to composing poems, we have to redefine the subject matter, and we can no longer write poems about willow trees.

Zhou Xixi made another request.

"For the sake of fairness, the poems written by the minister and Princess Jianing cannot be tagged with names, and the poems written need to be copied again by the female historian, and then all the ladies and girls will comment on them."

This will prevent people from using the public to benefit their own interests and bullying the weak!

The eldest princess really loves this fourth girl of the Zhou family, she is so smart!
  The girls also secretly praised this good idea. If they had known this, they would not have been suppressed by Princess Jianing in the past few years!
  After some preparations, it was Miss Cheng San from Prince Duanjun’s Mansion who finally raised the issue.

"I think the most taboo in poetry writing is to restrict everyone to a specific topic, but if there is no topic, it won't work. If you write poems that you are interested in, it will not be easy to determine the final outcome. How about this, let's limit the scope of poetry How about expanding it, but the content of the poem cannot be separated from a "spring scene"?" Since Miss Cheng San has come up with the topic, everyone is waiting for the eldest princess to speak.

Princess Eldest: ...Why is it this palace that decides again! So annoying!
  Forget it, next time I take the lead in organizing a poetry contest, I will let the two little brats at home go without snacks for two days!
  The Great Sage and the Second Sage: ...(He is holding candied fruit in one hand and licking it with his little tongue!) Damn it! Let the baby talk for just one day, and the baby won’t get enough!

Dare to give up snacks? Let me cry for you!
  The eldest princess waved her hand: "Just listen to our girl Yuan!"

At this time, the system gained the trust and came back from the grass.

[Host host! This treasure has restarted the system, and all the poems, lyrics, and songs have been brought up and pinned to the top. It’s included! 】

Zhou Xixi: [Come on! 】

Zhou Xixi and Princess Jianing were taken outside the pavilion by the female historian. A set of tables and chairs were purchased for each of them. Manuscript paper had been laid on them, pen and ink were prepared, and the little maid was polishing them.

【Depend on! Still have to write calligraphy? 】

Zhou Xixi stared, how could she have forgotten this!

System Xiaobao checked the conversation records of this group of people just now and comforted them.

[Host, it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter if your character is written like a dog crawling, it doesn’t matter who’s writing is better than poetry! 】

Zhou Xixi: Nod, [That’s right! 】

When she made the rules, she took full consideration of the quality of her handwriting... Anyway, as long as she could understand it, writing with a brush would only cost a few extra sheets of paper!

Zhou Xixi: [Bao, let’s find a spring poem to learn from! 】

System: ...Host, are you sure you just want to learn from this? This system didn’t notice it at all!

System Xiaobao rolled his eyes and picked at it with his fingers.

Good guy, why are there so many spring poems here!
  System: [Host, from ancient times to the present, there are so many poems describing spring, there must be thousands of them! 】

Zhou Xixi waved her sleeves: [I won’t read this unknown poet, so I’ll just use poems by Li Bai, Bai Juyi, Du Fu, Meng Haoran and others. In short, just the poems by these few people will do! 】

System: ...Why do I think you only know these celebrities?
  Each person picked and picked and finally settled on one or two poems. Zhou Xixi picked up the brush and dipped it in ink to write.

On the other side, Princess Jianing had already finished writing, staring at Zhou Xixi proudly.

whispering sound! You can't even hold a pen, how can you write poetry?

This idea was not unique to Princess Jianing. Although the eldest princess and the ladies could not see the poems they wrote, they saw Zhou Xixi's gesture of holding the pen.

It’s really hard to describe!

No, this is also called holding a pen. It’s all about holding the pen, right?

The first lady and the second lady were even more stunned.

The eldest lady thought that this time she was the main force leading the team of the Zhou family. If the words and deeds of these four girls spread out, let the old lady know that she would have to scold her for three days and three nights, without saying anything serious!

And the eldest daughter of her family is about to get married. The eldest lady has already planned in her heart that if the young masters of several aristocratic families are disturbed by Zhou Xixi's little hoof, she will hang herself at the gate of Zhulan Garden!

　I'm a bit stuck, so the next chapter will be a little later.

　　
  　
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