The Demon Princess

Chapter 33 Peach Blossom Poem 1
Long Qingle was standing among a group of handsome men and beauties at this moment, regretting incomparably in her heart, why did she come here out of curiosity, hadn't she heard the saying that curiosity killed the cat a long time ago in modern times?

After she left from the white-clothed scholar, she walked aimlessly to the depths of Taoyuan for a certain distance, and saw a large open space in front of her, and a group of ladies were surrounding a big stone table in the middle of the open space, all eager to try, Funny look.

She thought they had discovered something interesting, but when she walked in, she realized that these people were talking about poetry and songs. She was just about to run away quietly when she heard a woman calling out "Nine Princesses" , Long Qingle paused when she heard the sound, knowing that the escape had failed, she looked at the person who called the Ninth Concubine, and it turned out to be the younger sister of the emperor's favorite concubine.

When everyone heard the sound, they shifted their attention from the poems to her, and then they were extremely enthusiastic, saying that they had admired her for a long time and invited her to compose poems together.

Ghosts want to be with them.

"What do you think of the Ninth Princess?"

"Ah? What?" Long Qingle came back to her senses. She was distracted just now and had no idea what these people just said.

Zhao Yulian saw Long Qingle's puzzled face, obviously she was distracted just now and didn't pay attention to what they were saying, she moved lightly to Long Qingle, and repeated what she just said in a soft voice." The sisters have heard about the literary talents of the Ninth Princess for a long time, and today they happen to be in the peach garden, and I would like to invite the Princess to compose a poem with the theme of peach blossoms with us, what do the Ninth Princesses think?"

Hearing this, Long Qingle looked up at Zhao Yulian, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that there were many people around at this time, and there were more and more princes from aristocratic families.

She couldn't help scolding Zhao Yulian for being a scheming bitch, could she refuse in this situation?
Naturally it cannot.

But she can't compose poetry at all!

Ask her to recite the demon spells and she can recite a lot.

Long Qingle wailed in his heart, but imitated Zhao Yulian's smile on his face, "Since everyone agrees, this princess will naturally not spoil everyone's interest."

She can't watch ancient costume dramas in modern times. Those princesses call themselves like this in front of outsiders. Now facing a group of scheming whores who want to see her jokes, she can't do what they want and make them think she is Only soft persimmons.

Everyone around heard that Long Qingle had accepted the proposal, and they were all excitedly waiting to see the next competition. Everyone knew that although it was said that it was a poem without a specific competition, one of the poets this time was Lan Zhaoguo. Princess Lanzhao's number one talented daughter, one is the first daughter of the Prime Minister of Loulan Kingdom, the number one talented girl of Loulan Kingdom, and everyone tacitly waits to see which of the two alluring beauties is more skilled.

"Then let me do it first!" The one who spoke was the younger sister of the emperor's favorite concubine. Long Qingle already knew her name from the previous conversations with these people, Shen Menglan

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After she finished speaking, she directly took the pen and ink from the stone table and began to write on a piece of blank rice paper.

Long Qingle was really stunned at this moment. Just now she thought that she passed the test just by reciting a poem casually. She also thought that although she didn't know how to compose poems, she had learned three hundred Tang poems. In the dynasty, it doesn't matter if she misappropriated a poem from those great gods in ancient times!With this kind of thinking, she dared to agree openly. As a result, she has not yet come up with a poem related to peach blossoms, and now she is shocked by the reality.

Her calligraphy is probably not as good as that of a five-year-old child in ancient times!

It's more or less than a drawing symbol.

(End of this chapter)