RPAGF Chapter 192 The Immortal Poet is Possessed and Shines
Chapter 192 The Immortal Poet is Possessed and Shines
Mu Qingqing shook off her sleeves in a casual manner and asked in a light tone: "You have discussed for such a long time, and you only come up with boring things like reciting poems and painting? Didn't you come up with some exciting and fun ideas?"
"What do you mean by boring stuff? Don't you know that reciting poems and painting are the hobbies of all literati and scholars? I'm afraid that Princess Pingyang, who only knows how to gamble for fun, can't even write simple poems or songs, so she said that?" Nan Yuxue's number one fan Chen Duling shouted loudly with full firepower.
It's so infuriating! Why is it so hard to talk to uneducated people?
Mu Qingqing curled her lips with a hint of mischief, raised a frivolous and flamboyant smile on her face, and said charmingly: "Can poetry and songs be used to make a living? Can they bring benefits to the country? Or can they bring benefits to the common people? Apart from letting you little girls and young masters who only know about romance pass the time, I really can't think of its specialness."
He glanced coldly at the young ladies around him, and then said quietly: "As far as I know, in the annual Four Kingdoms Competition, the questions set by the East Lin Kingdom are all related to poetry, right? In the end, you can't even beat the other three kingdoms with your own questions. How dare you show off?!"
This time, not only the daughters present were furious and their faces turned red.
Even the gentlemen on the opposite side were standing uneasy, wanting to retort but unable to: the key is that what they said is absolutely correct! The talented scholars and beautiful women of Donglin Kingdom, who always rank last, have never won the other three kingdoms even once in the questions they set!
Comparing their own country's strengths with other countries' weaknesses, they still lost miserably. The young men present were filled with hatred just thinking about it!
The ones with the ugliest expressions at the scene were the Third Prince Ye Tianran and Lu Zixuan—they both participated in almost every year's competition, and lost every year!
Mu Qingqing saw that the atmosphere at the scene became particularly solemn because of what she said.
He then said jokingly with a smile on his face, "But you don't have to be so serious. Just have fun when you're out playing. Tell me, what are the rules of the game?"
Nan Yuxue pointed at the back of Ye Zhaoxue's hand. Ye Zhaoxue said "Oh" and stood up from his seat. "Sixth aunt, we just discussed playing the game of passing the flower. Let the waiter blindfold himself and beat the drum. Whoever gets the chrysanthemum will write a poem on the spot. The content of the poem must be related to chrysanthemums. If you can't write it on the spot, you will be fined three cups of fruit wine."
Mu Qingqing glanced at the small wine cup on the table, then nodded: With the capacity of this small wine cup, it would be no problem for me to drink a hundred or eighty cups.
"That's it? Is there no more in-depth program?" Mu Qingqing waited for a long time but heard no suggestions from others.
Nan Yuxue frowned deeply and said in a slightly annoyed tone: "Princess Pingyang, are you dissatisfied with the chrysanthemum viewing banquet I hosted? Are you finding fault with it everywhere? Do you have a better idea for the chrysanthemum viewing banquet?"
Oh, you can't sit still anymore? I thought you were much better than Mu Yingying! I really overestimated you! Deep down, Mu Qingqing despised Nan Yuxue.
"Princess Yu really loves to joke! In this case, let's get started!" Mu Qingqing and Lu Xiaoxiao and a few others sat down casually.
Behind the two rows of seats facing each other are potted chrysanthemums of various colors, which are pleasing to the eye.
Nan Yuxue signaled the waiter who had been arranged in advance to stand in the middle, blindfolded himself, and began to beat the big flower drum in front of him.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the waiter kept knocking "dong dong dong" and stopped when Juhua just arrived in front of Mu Qingqing.
Nan Yuxue's delicate face smiled, "I didn't expect Princess Pingyang to be so lucky. It's your turn to write a poem for the first time."
Haha, it's starting now? Nothing new at all! It's the same old routine!
Mu Qingqing picked up the small wine cup in front of her and was about to take a sip to quench her thirst.
A sarcastic voice came from the front: "Hey! Princess Pingyang was bragging so much just now! How come she has to drink three cups as punishment in the first round?!"
Mu Qingqing glanced at the woman in green, gulped down the fruit wine in the glass, then slowly walked to the front of the seat and said coldly: "Which eye of yours saw me drink three cups as punishment? This princess is just thirsty, drink a cup to moisten her throat first. Later, this princess will recite more than a dozen poems in one breath, and I am afraid of dry mouth!"
After saying this, she gracefully paused and bowed her head to the beauties in all directions, cleared her throat, and began her poetry recitation.
After climbing the mountain yesterday, I raise my cup today. Why are the chrysanthemums so miserable, having to endure two Double Ninth Festivals?
The lotus has withered and there is no rain cover / The chrysanthemums are withered but still stand proudly on the frost branches / You must remember the best scenery of the year / The best time is when the oranges and tangerines are green
One mountain, two mountains.The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the water is cold, and the acacia maple leaf is red.
The chrysanthemums bloom and fade. The cold geese fly high and the people have not returned, and the moonlight is leisurely behind the curtain.
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When autumn comes on September 8th / My flower blooms and all other flowers die / The fragrance rises to the sky and penetrates Shengjing / The whole city is covered with armor of gold
The Qinya Garden was filled with Mu Qingqing's clear voice like the collision of pearls and jade, until the tenth poem ended with "Poem of Chrysanthemums after Failure".
The scene was so quiet that even the sound of a pin drop could be heard clearly!
At this moment, Nan Yuxue was so angry that she clenched the silk handkerchief in her hand. She was vomiting blood in her heart, but she still had to smile: Another mistake! How did the original plan to watch her make a fool of herself become a venue for her to shine? According to reliable information, isn't she illiterate? Could it be that the little bitch is fooling me again? ! Deliberately making me look bad? !
After a while of "pa pa pa", a large group of young men came in from the opposite table, clapping loudly all the way and rushing towards Mu Qingqing with excited expressions.
Princess Pingyang was able to compose ten wonderful chrysanthemum poems in one go. No wonder she wanted to drink some wine to quench her thirst first...
The children of civil officials, led by Lu Zixuan, were full of admiration for Mu Qingqing.
There has never been a woman who is so quick-witted and could write verses with such beautiful artistic conception and poetic atmosphere in one go!
No, it should be said that even the well-educated college president does not have such brilliant literary talent!
Even though the rich ladies around her were extremely jealous, they were also truly impressed by Mu Qingqing's talent.
Is there anything Princess Pingyang can't do?
He is better at arithmetic than Lord Yao! He is unrivaled in archery! Now he can even recite poems at will, and every one of them is so gripping.
During this period, many rich girls suddenly turned from passers-by to fans and became Mu Qingqing's die-hard fans.
Among them, the ones with the most shocked and dazed expressions were Lu Xiaoxiao and Yu Yingjun.
I saw that their mouths were opened into an O shape, large enough to swallow an ostrich egg.
I'm so scared. When did Qingqing become possessed by the immortal poet? She can even do this?
Lu Xiaoxiao quickly drank two sips of fruit wine to calm herself down, and looked at Yu Yingjun with questioning eyes: "Prince Yu, when did Qingqing develop this magical skill?"
Yu Yingjun came to Lu Xiaoxiao's side, grabbed the whole pot of fruit wine on the table, took a big sip from the spout, wiped the wet corners of his mouth, and responded with an innocent look: How would I know this? Maybe he is really possessed by the immortal poet?
Lu Zixuan was the first to stand in front of Mu Qingqing. He saluted her as a student and said politely, "Princess Pingyang, do you accept disciples? I want to be your disciple."
"Get out of the way!" Ye Tianran squeezed in and pushed Lu Zixuan aside, saying flatteringly, "Sixth aunt, while you teach my nephew archery, can you also teach him literature?"