Chapter 473
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Yun Ruoyue had already researched the background of this era and knew that they were at a fault in history. Their books did not have Li Bai, Du Fu, Li Shangyin and other famous poets, so she could just recite the poems that she had learnt in school.
When she returned, she would definitely burn some joss paper for these famous poets to thank them for lending her poems.
When Lin Lang heard this, she laughed coldly and said, "Since The Princess of Li is so confident in herself, then use the plum blossom as the theme and compose a poem for everyone."
When she finished speaking, she crossed her arms and stared at Yun Ruoyue as if she was watching a good show.
She was prepared to see her make a fool of herself.
Everyone was waiting for Yun Ruoyue to make a fool of herself. Some of them did not even look at her. They sat at their seats and drank tea or played finger-guessing games while eating peanuts. They did not take Yun Ruoyue seriously at all.
Yun Ruoyue swept a glance at these people and looked at the plum blossom in the distance. She said coldly, "Growing up in a snowy forest, different from the plum blossoms mixed in with the mortal world. Suddenly, a fragrance spread throughout the night, spreading into the world for thousands of miles."
When Yun Ruoyue finished speaking, the scene fell into silence.
No one had expected that she would really compose a poem, and in such a short period of time.
Nangong Rou, Lin Lang and the rest were all stunned. A few of the scholars at the male table behind suddenly clapped their hands.
"Good, good poem, it's really a good poem."
"Growing up in a snowy forest, different from the plum blossoms mixed in with the mortal world. This poem's concept is exquisite and uses the object to express one's aspiration. Princess Consort must have used the purity of the plum blossom to express the difference between herself and the secular world. The plum blossom can bloom in the cold, it's naturally pure and strong, different from the ordinary plum blossoms."
mark(“zhong“);
"Princess Consort is really amazing. She can actually compose a good poem so easily."
The scholars were all people who liked to flaunt their nobility. When they heard Yun Ruoyue's poem, they liked it very much. They also liked to differentiate themselves from the ordinary world.
The Princess of Li probably wrote this poem to express her noble sentiments and her lofty aspirations of not wanting to wallow in the mire with the secular world.
When Na Linlang heard this, she suddenly said, "Was this really done by The Princess of Li? She didn't plagiarize from the book? "
Among them, a scholar called Zi Shu Qing said, "This one has read thousands of poems, if not ten thousand. I have never seen a book with such a poem. If there was such a good poem, this one would definitely have an impression of it. Madam, why do you have to guess The Princess of Li like this?"
"That's right. It's obvious that The Princess of Li wrote this poem herself. Madam, please don't measure the heart of a gentleman with the yardstick of a villain," the other scholars also said.
These scholars were all people who loved talents. Naturally, they would want to protect Yun Ruoyue.
These words caused Linlang's face to turn red. She looked a little anxious as she said, "So what if she did it? Maybe she had already written it long ago and just recited it now. If she really has real talent, we should let Madam of the Wei Kingdom come up with a question and let her compose a poem on the spot. Only then will everyone be convinced. "
Yun Ruoyue sneered, "Wasn't that poem just now written by Consort Wang on the spot when Madam Linlang came up with the question?"
Linlang was choked by her words. Her face instantly turned red as she rolled her eyes. "There are too many poems with plum blossoms as the theme. Who knows if you had already written it or just compose it on the spot. Madam of the Wei Kingdom is very talented. I believe that she can test your true ability with a question."
When the scholars heard this, they also looked at Yun Ruoyue curiously.
Logically speaking, an idiot woman with no talent or virtue would not be able to compose such a poem.
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