After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Among the people who came to the poem 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 finished their poems.

The young and young girls feel that they have written the best, so everyone wants to perform at the finale, but they are modest and conceited to each other.

Nan Yan walked to the center of the hall and smiled and blessed her body: "Little girl Nan Yan, I would like to write a poem for everyone."

Everyone can't ask for it.

The bead curtain was high, and fine snow fell outside the sky.

Nan Yan raised her chin slightly, moving her lotus steps lightly, elegantly and dignified, "Rui Xue is like light cotton, rusty in the world..."

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

The young people in the hall showed appreciation.

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

Nan Yan stood by the window and reached out to touch the falling snow in the sky, "I will send a white head, and have spent more than a year with you..."

The tail trembled lightly, like a turbulent love affair that couldn't be suppressed.

In the hall, talented men and women who love Fengyue cheered.

Nan Yan looked back, her gaze falling extremely softly on Cheng Deji.

She stood by the window beautifully, with a gentle and elegant manner of talent, but her apricot eyes were passionate.

It coincides with Cheng De's ideal wife image.

Cheng German took a sip of his drink in a calm manner.

Only such a knowledgeable woman is worthy of him...

Perhaps, he should ask his mother to come forward and help him change relatives.

Although Nan Yan is just an outside lady, she has now lived in Nanfu, and she wants to be her bloodline recognized by Nanfu.

In addition, she is deeply loved by Nanguang, so the benefits she brings to the family should be equal to Nan Baoyi.

As he thought, Chao Nan Yan responded with a gentle smile.

Nan Baoyi ate the fruit and observed the two with a smile.

They looked at each other affectionately and the sparks were flying everywhere, it was really the intention of the concubine!

I just don't know, is there any interest in this love of concubines?

While she was thinking about it, she heard a gifted suggestion: "The poem by Nan Yan girl is very well done, and she is in love with the scenery. It is amazing! Now that the Nan girl has started, she also invited the other two Nan Jia Do the girls compose poems? They are all produced by the same government. I think their talents are comparable."

Others echoed.

Cheng Deji said coldly: "My fiancée is clumsy by nature, and it would be difficult for her to write poetry."

The gifted scholar said: "If she can't write poetry, what would she do when she comes to poetry? Since she is here, she should act according to the rules!"

Nan Yan said with a warm voice: "Jiaojiao, that day at the Huachao event, your piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are excellent, and it is not difficult for you to write poems and lyrics. It is better for you to make one, lest you lose us Family and Master Cheng’s face."

Nan Baoyi leaned loosely on the armchair.

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

"natural."

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

Nan Yan smiled.

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

She wrote the poem very well just now, she doesn't believe Nan Baoyi can make better!

The leader of this poem meeting, after all, is her Nan Yan!

Thinking about this, she said to a great extent: "Sister, please play. If you do well, I will be a good sister, so how can I steal the limelight?"

"Since you invite in every way, then I'm not welcome!"

Nan Baoyi smiled and got up.

She fluffed up her robe chicly and stood by the window.

Bai Xue is pure, red robe is gorgeous, the girl Dan Feng's eyes are full of charm and charm, and she is even more heroic than ordinary young boys.

Just her posture and demeanor is far better than Nan Yan.

She waved her robe and said:

"The scenery of the North Country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting. Looking at the Great Wall inside and outside, only reckless; the river goes up and down, suddenly loses surging. The mountain dances silver snake, the original galloping wax figure, wants to compare with God. Wrapped in plain, very enchanting.

"There are so many beautiful people in the country, which attracted countless heroes to compete. I cherish the Emperor Qin's Han martial arts, slightly losing literary talent; Tang Zongsong ancestor, a little less coquettish. A generation of arrogance, Genghis Khan, only knows the bow and the big eagle. Look at the present!"

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

The slender hands squeeze into the palms of the palms, sticking straight into the flesh and blood.

She has never heard of this poem!

Well written!

Is it really made by Nan Baoyi? !

There was silence in the hall.

Everyone was immersed in the shock brought by this poem, and could not recover for a long time.

The teenagers and girls almost subconsciously murmured and repeated:

"The desire is higher than the Tiangong test..."

"The country is so charming that it has attracted countless heroes to compete..."

"All going forward, count the romantic figures, and look at the present!"

"Good words, good words!"

"Excellent!"

More passionate young people were moved to tears: "I look down upon the heroes, cross the world, and have lofty ambitions. A man will establish his life, so be it!"

Cheng Deli stared at the girl by the window, his eyes gleaming with disbelief.

She had sent him so many letters, with ugly handwriting and no literary talent in her words. At first glance, she knew that she was the daughter of a stinky businessman.

But why did she suddenly make such a good poem?

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

And she was standing by the window, with white snow blowing her face, blue silk piles of clouds, a slender waist and a full grip, her legs were straight and slender in a peony red round-necked gown, and her brows and eyes were crooked when she smiled.

How could such a woman be a vulgar thing?

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

This thought flashed through his mind, and Cheng Deli suddenly started.

Yes, she knew that her status was not good enough for him, so she used this roundabout way to attract his attention...

Nan Baoyi really has a plan!

It's just that she is young after all, and she doesn't look at how high the Cheng family is, and she doesn't look at how many women he has met. This kind of trick will only add to his disgust.

He sneered and looked away indifferently.

Nan Baoyi carried her little hand and was very energetic: "Sister thinks, what about my poem?"

Nan Yan smiled stiffly.

She clearly hates it, but she can only bite the bullet and praise: "Naturally is excellent..."

Nan Baoyi looked at Cheng Deji again, and said sweetly, "What do you think of the Cheng family?"

Cheng German said lightly: "It's OK."

"Fair?" Nan Baoyi raised her eyebrows, "This kind of poetry that has never been seen before, in the eyes of the Cheng family, is it just acceptable?"

Ning Wanzhou knocked the melon seeds and yelled: "Since Mr. Cheng says it is acceptable, it must be because he can make a better poem. Come on, Mr. Cheng will give us a poem!"

Nan Baozhu held the melon, and echoed loudly: "Yes, Mr. Cheng, you have been studying in Chang'an for many years, and you must be so talented. You also opened our eyes! Come on, come on!"

This pair of masters and servants sang and made peace, leading the audience to coquettish.