After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Among the people who came to participate in the poetry meeting, except for the two sisters Nan Baoyi and Nan Baozhu, everyone else had the idea of ​​showing their talents.

As early as the day they received the post, they had already prepared the poems.

The young boys and girls are fledgling, and they all feel that their writing is the best, so everyone wants to perform at the finale, but they humbly accept each other.

Nan Yan walked to the center of the hall, smiled and blessed Fushen: "Little girl Nan Yan, I would like to throw bricks and attract jade and write a poem for everyone."

People naturally want it.

The bead curtain was rolled up high, and fine snow fell from the sky.

Nan Yan raised her jaw slightly, moved her lotus steps lightly, elegant and dignified, "Auspicious snow is like light cotton, rustling all over the world..."

She was born charming and weak, and her voice was as sweet as honey.

The young people in the hall showed appreciation.

A talented man shook his folding fan and commented with a smile: "'Auspicious snow is like light cotton', this metaphor is good, and it vividly depicts the shape of snowflakes. The sentence 'suddenly fills the world' fully describes the magnificent scene of heavy snow in the world, Wonderful, wonderful!"

Nan Yan stood still by the window, reaching out to touch the snow falling in the air, "I send you a message of white hair, and spend the rest of the year with you..."

The ending trembled slightly, as if he couldn't suppress the surging love in his heart.

In the hall, talented scholars and beauties who love Fengyue cheered one after another.

Nan Yan looked back, and her eyes fell on Cheng De very gently.

She stood pretty by the window, with a gentle and elegant demeanor of a talented woman, but her almond eyes were full of enthusiasm.

It coincides with the image of Cheng De's ideal wife.

Cheng De took a sip of his wine calmly.

Only such a well-educated woman is worthy of him...

Perhaps, he should ask his mother to come forward and change his marriage for him.

Although Nan Yan is only an outsider girl, but now she lives in Nanfu, presumably it is her blood recognized by Nanfu.

In addition, she was deeply favored by Nan Guang, so the benefits she brought to the family should be comparable to Nan Baoyi.

He thought about it, and returned a gentle smile to Nan Yan.

Nan Baoyi ate the fruit,

He smiled and observed these two people.

They looked at each other affectionately, sparks splashed everywhere, it was really a concubine's love!

It's just that I don't know, is there any benefit in this concubine love?

When she was thinking about it, she heard a gifted scholar suggest: "Miss Nanyan's poem is very well done, it blends the emotion with the scene, which is amazing! Since the girl from the Nan family started the poem, I will also invite the other two from the Nan family. Do you write poems, girl? They are all from the same family, so their talents are expected to be comparable."

Others joined in.

Cheng De said coldly: "My fiancée is clumsy by nature, and asking her to compose poems may be difficult."

The gifted scholar was persistent: "If she doesn't know how to compose poetry, what will she do when she comes to poetry? Since she is here, she should act according to the rules!"

Nan Yan Wensheng: "Jiaojiao, your piano, chess, calligraphy, calligraphy and paintings are all excellent that day. It is not difficult for you to compose poems and lyrics. Why don't you just write one, so as not to lose us The face of the family and Mr. Cheng."

Nan Baoyi leaned loosely on the armchair.

She looked at Nan Yan, tilted her head and smiled coquettishly: "Sister really wants to hear me write poetry?"

"nature."

"I'm afraid of stealing my sister's limelight."

Nan Rou smiled.

She has lived in Nanfu for many days, how many catties and taels of Nan Baoyi, she still doesn't know?

The poem she wrote just now was excellent, and she didn't believe that Nan Baoyi could make better ones!

The leader of this poetry meeting is Nan Yan after all!

Thinking of this, she said magnanimously: "Sister, just do your best. If you do well, I will be honored as a sister, so why steal the limelight?"

"Since you have invited me in every possible way, then I will not be polite!"

Nan Baoyi smiled and got up.

She flipped up the skirt of her robe chicly, and stood by the window.

The white snow is pure, the red robe is brilliant, the young girl Danfeng's eyes are full of charm and charm, and she is even more heroic than ordinary young men.

Just her posture and demeanor was far superior to Nan Yan.

She waved her toga and said loudly:

"Northern scenery, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing but turbulence; up and down the river, it suddenly loses its torrential flow. The mountain dances with silver snakes, and the original galloping wax figure. I want to compare myself with the gods. I must see the red clothes on a sunny day. Wrapped in plain, extraordinarily enchanting.

"There are so many beautiful mountains and rivers that attract countless heroes to bow down. I regret Qin Huang Han Wu, a little less literary talent; Tang Zong Song Zu, a little less coquettish. A generation of Tianjiao, Genghis Khan, only knows how to bend a bow and shoot a big eagle. Let's go, count the romantic figures, Let's look at today!"

Every time she read a word, Nan Yan's face turned paler.

The slender hands dug into the palms tightly, until the flesh was bloody.

She had never heard of this word!

It's so well written!

Was it really Nan Baoyi's work? !

The hall was silent.

Everyone was immersed in the shock brought by this poem, and couldn't recover for a long time.

The boys and girls whispered and repeated almost subconsciously:

"Want to compete with the God of Heaven..."

"The country is so beautiful, it attracts countless heroes..."

"It's all in the past, count the romantic figures, and look at the present!"

"Good words, good words!"

"Excellent!"

There was even a hot-blooded young man who was so moved that he burst into tears: "You look down on the heroes, rule the world, have great ambitions, and a man should be born like this!"

Cheng De stared closely at the girl by the window, with disbelief flickering in his pupils.

She had sent him so many letters, with ugly handwriting and lack of elegance in her words, so she could tell at a glance that she was a merchant's daughter covered in copper stink.

But why can she suddenly write such good poems?

Such poems, even if you look at the world, are unique!

And she was standing by the window, with white snow blowing on her face, blue hair piled up in clouds, her slender waist tightly gripped, her legs straight and slender in a peony red round-necked gown, and when she smiled, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and she was very radiant.

How could such a woman be vulgar?

Could it be that what she did before was trying to catch him?

This thought flashed through his mind, making Cheng Demao suddenly enlightened.

That's right, she knew that her low status was not worthy of him, so she used this roundabout way to attract his attention...

Nan Baoyi really has a scheming heart!

It's just that she was young after all, and she didn't look at how high Cheng's family was, nor how many women he had seen. This kind of trick would only increase his disgust.

He sneered, and looked away indifferently.

Nan Baoyi put his little hands behind his back and said in high spirits, "Sister, what do you think of my poem?"

Nan Yan smiled stiffly.

She obviously hated it very much, but she could only bite the bullet and praise: "Naturally it is excellent..."

Nan Baoyi looked at Cheng De again, and said sweetly, "What does brother Cheng think?"

Cheng De said lightly: "It's okay."

"Shang Ke?" Nan Baoyi raised his eyebrows, "Such unprecedented poems, which have never been seen before, are actually just Shang Ke in the eyes of Brother Cheng?"

Ning Wanzhou knocked on the melon seeds and yelled: "Since Mr. Cheng said it was acceptable, it must be because he can write better poems. Come, come, Mr. Cheng will write a poem for us!"

Nan Baozhu held the melon and echoed loudly: "That's right, Mr. Cheng, you have been studying in Chang'an for many years, and you must be full of talent. It's also an eye-opener for us! Come on, come on!"

This pair of master and servant sang in unison, leading the whole audience.