The heartthrob villain is beautiful and sassy

Xiaoyu was in a hurry, if this inkstone hit Jiang Yao's body, Jiang Yao would become a laughing stock if any ink was stained on her clothes today.

She was furious, and wanted to send this servant directly to the government or sell him, but Jiang Yao didn't speak, as a slave, she couldn't open her mouth.

At this time, the scene was quiet, only the sound of the boy's heavy breathing from fear.

Everyone looked at the center of the incident, which was where Jiang Yao was.

The person in charge of the venue was a little afraid to speak at this time, just joking, this is Jiang Xiang's daughter, how could he have the guts to make decisions for her.

But after all, this incident was an accident at the venue, he tried his best to raise a smile and said: "Miss Jiang, here, I will beat this slave for twenty big boards, how about selling it?"

Jiang Yao sat upright and was not frightened by this incident.

She lowered her eyes to look at the boy, and parted her red lips lightly: "No need, he didn't mean to come here, don't disturb everyone's interest because of such a trivial matter."

"Yes, yes, I listen to you, Miss Jiang." The person in charge of the poetry conference nodded repeatedly when he heard the words, and he glared angrily at the boy kneeling on the ground, "Hurry up and thank Miss Jiang, and then put another inkstone on it." .”

After the young man heard Jiang Yao's words, he raised his head in disbelief. The joy of surviving after the catastrophe and the desire to survive reminded him of the situation when he dropped the inkstone just now.

He suddenly shouted: "Miss Jiang, I was tripped by someone."

"That person is her."

The young man pointed to Jiang Yue and said with great certainty: "The road was flat just now, but when I got there, I felt my feet were hooked and I fell forward."

The person in charge of the venue was so angry that he came up and slapped the boy on the head, gritted his teeth and said, "What nonsense are you talking about, that's the Second Miss of the Jiang Mansion!"

In other words, she and Jiang Yao are sisters!

If it was really Jiang Yue's foot, then at the poetry conference, the Jiang family would be ashamed.

After all, the fact that the sisters don't agree with each other is enough to make people gossip.

After the boy realized it, cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

Fortunately, the person in charge of the venue reacted quickly. Seeing that Jiang Yao didn't mean to blame, she quickly kicked the boy's leg, and angrily said in a low voice, "Hurry up and go down."

The little servant responded repeatedly, got up hastily and withdrew.

A maid at the side personally presented the inkstone, paper and pen to Jiang Yao.

The first round of the poetry conference has begun.

Jiang Yao lowered her eyes and meditated for a moment, then rolled up her sleeves and wrote a poem.

The whole poem was written in one go, and Jiang Yao put it aside after finishing writing.

After a cup of tea, everyone turned in the psalm on time.

The boy who collected the poems couldn't help but look a little contemptuous when he collected Jiang Yue's masterpiece.

Although he was illiterate, he could tell whether the characters were good or bad. What the Second Miss of the Jiang family wrote was like ghostly drawn symbols, which was really ridiculous.

Everyone's poems were taken in for viewing, and soon the results of the first round came out.

No.1 is Jiang Yao's poem, with the theme and name of the moon, combining the breeze and the white moon in one place, with both artistic conception and thoughts, naturally won the No.1 good ranking.

No.2 is Xiao Che's poem on the single moon. From the subject matter of the poem, it can be seen that Xiao Che is a person of integrity, and he puts his feelings on the moon to repay his family and country.

The No.3 person was beyond everyone's expectations, and that person was Jiang Yue.

Some people were obviously dissatisfied, and they protested:

"My lord, we recognize the talents of Eldest Miss Jiang and Young Master Xiao, but how did Second Miss Jiang get the No.3?"

"Yes, yes, can you take a look at the poems written by Miss Jiang Er?"

It would be fine if it was just one or two people, but most of the gifted scholars and beauties present did not admit that they lost to this Jiang Yue.

The person in charge of the venue couldn't say that he wouldn't show it to everyone, so he ran in to report.

After a while, the person in charge of the venue took out Jiang Yue's pen.

When he showed that pair of pens, everyone burst into laughter.

Because Jiang Yue's handwriting is so ugly, crooked on the white paper like a child just learning to write.

Seeing this word, everyone else felt that there was an inside story about this poetry conference, and that Miss Jiang Er must have no real material.

But after the person in charge of the venue read Jiang Yue's poem, the venue fell into silence.

"The white dew grows on the jade steps, and the night has long invaded the socks. But under the crystal curtain, Linglong looks at the autumn moon."

When Jiang Yao heard this verse, she was sipping tea and barely choked on the verse.

This is Li Bai's "Jade Stairs Resentment", which tells the scene of a palace lady falling out of favor. Every word and sentence in that poem is undoubtedly expressing the resentment of the court lady living in the deep palace.

Someone listened to this poem and was astonished as a heavenly being.

"The title of the poem is resentment, but there is no word of resentment in the poem, but resentment everywhere, wonderful!"

"The word 'Quexia' is wonderful, like the moon pitying people, but in fact only the moon is with people. It is well written."

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Those people who still doubted Jiang Yue just heard this poem and expressed their views on this poem one after another. Even Xiao Che's gaze towards Jiang Yue revealed a bit of appreciation.

When Jiang Yue saw the group of ancient people looking at her in amazement, she was filled with pride.

These are Li Bai's poems. These ancient people have little knowledge, so they will naturally be amazed.

It's just a pity that she hasn't practiced calligraphy since she was a child. If she didn't write characters like this, she probably would have won the first place.

When she was showing off, she subconsciously looked at Jiang Yao, only to find that the latter was looking at her quietly, with those deep beautiful eyes that seemed to be sizing her up.

For some reason, under Jiang Yao's gaze, Jiang Yue couldn't help puffing out her chest and putting on a confident look.

Jiang Yao coughed lightly, and said in a warm voice, "I didn't know that the second younger sister would think so much in the Prime Minister's residence on weekdays."

A look of confusion flashed across Jiang Yue's eyes, unable to understand Jiang Yao's meaning.

"Ah? What does sister mean?"

Jiang Yao blinked her beautiful eyes, and asked suspiciously: "Didn't the second sister write that poem out of feeling?"

Jiang Yue frowned when she heard the words. For ancient poems, she just memorized them. How could she know the exact background story and meaning.

But after hearing Jiang Yao's words, she gave a stiff "hmm".

The other ladies from the official family also heard the conversation between the two sisters, and felt a little strange for a while.

So someone directly asked: "Miss Jiang Er, in what mood did you write this poem?"

Jiang Yue froze and looked at the person who asked the question.

The latter was obviously asking sincerely, but it was precisely because of this that Jiang Yue suddenly felt at a loss for words.

She is not Li Bai!

How do you know the mood in which this ancient poem was written?