"The righteousness of the country?"

As soon as these words came out, even Feng Yangxue was stunned on the spot.

For so long, everyone has been afraid of her, but no one has ever truly respected her.

Bai Chuchu could tell that she was not really cruel, killing people at will was just a disguised way for her to protect her self-esteem.

There is no way to stop everyone in the world, but if she has the power in her hands, she will kill them all.

"Princess justice!"

Gu Yan, who was standing in a high position, took the lead in shouting and bowing at the right time. At that moment, everyone had to join in shouting "Princess is righteous!"

One wave is higher than the other, neatly.

Feng Yangxue's eyes changed, and Bai Chuchu let out a sigh of relief. This move was indeed the right move.

Slowly putting down the sword in his hand, Feng Yangxue did not make any unnecessary moves. He just left Bai Chuchu where he was and returned to his phoenix couch.

He just no longer lay down lazily, but tidied up his appearance, and got rid of his new favorite Chen Yong to stand aside and wait on him.

My eyes are no longer blurry.

Chen Yong realized that his limelight had been completely stolen by Bai Chuchu, and he was unwilling to give up, so he spoke again.

"Princess, I've heard that General Ling is excellent in writing and calligraphy. I wonder if you can compose a poem at this Hundred Flowers Banquet today to help entertain?"

"Mr. Chen, if I remember correctly, a few months ago, you were the winner when I competed with Mr. Xiao on calligraphy in Changchun Tower, right? What? Today I am so itchy that I want to make a comeback?"

This Young Master Xiao was the number one in Changchun Tower, and he was originally from a famous family. However, because his father colluded with foreign countries and intended to rebel, his entire family was slaughtered, leaving only him as an illegitimate son who had been raised outside and was not exposed to the public. He was helpless and surrendered.

Travel dust.

As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar everywhere.

Good guy, this Baihua Banquet, which is all a member of the upper class, actually got mixed up with Chu Guan and his ilk.

After hearing this, Feng Yangxue's originally narrowed smiling eyes took on a chilling air.

She hates Chu Guan the most.

The men here are both male and female.

"Have you been to Changchun Tower?!"

Feng Yangxue's phoenix eyes were filled with overwhelming anger.

"Princess, I just learned the art of serving people from Mr. Xiao for a few days, and I have never had any other dealings with him."

Chen Yong was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat. He kowtowed desperately and there was blood all over his head.

As expected of a little prince who had been in various entertainment venues, Gu Yan's attack was accurate and ruthless, hitting only seven inches. Bai Chuchu held back her laughter and gave him a thumbs up secretly.

Gu Yan also received compliments and was so happy that he winced in return.

These small private interactions were all reflected in Ling Mingyi's eyes.

His face darkened unconsciously.

Feng Yangxue pondered for a moment.

"This Young Master Xiao is the legendary Xiao Yunqing who is said to be the best in literary and ink writing, right?"

"Okay, Chen Yong, if you can defeat General Ling, I will spare your life."

Feng Yangxue picked up the cup, smelled it, and tasted the tribute sophora flower wine with great interest.

"Let's get started."

Bai Chuchu saw Chen Yong standing up in front of him with blood on his face rather tragically, gritting his teeth and standing in front of him, like a mad dog released from the cage by Feng Yangxue.

Nowadays, everyone knows that Chen Yong was brought up in Changchun Tower and is not a popular person. Feng Yangxue knows this and wants him to compare with herself, which is an insult and contempt.

If he loses this competition, he will be inferior to this low-level person, and Ling Mingyi's reputation will be ruined if word spreads.

When Feng Yangxue sang this song, Bai Chuchu really couldn't understand it.

Could it be that Feng Yangxue was not satisfied with his performance just now?

Since it is a competition, Bai Chuchu must win.

"Today is a feast of flowers, so I will recite a poem with flowers as the theme, and it will be judged by Mr. Feng Jiuling, a great scholar of the time."

Feng Jiuling was the Imperial Tutor, and occasionally went to the princess's house to lecture her on classics and history.

After Gu Yan's introduction, Bai Chuchu noticed the old man with white hair and beard sitting to the side, who fit the stereotype of a scholar.

However, the old man had already fallen asleep, his face was red, and he was snoring loudly. The wine jar he was holding fell to the ground with a clang, and he woke up with a start.

"Mr. Feng, get up and go to work."

Gu Yan patted the confused old man and handed him a handkerchief to wipe his saliva.

The old man looked at the two of them with drunken eyes. When his eyes touched Bai Chuchu, he was stunned for a moment. He wiped his eyes and looked again. He knelt down with a plop, threw himself on the ground, and murmured in his mouth, but no one could hear him clearly.

"Old sir, do you recognize me?"

Seeing the old man's devastated reaction when he saw her, Bai Chuchu immediately stepped forward and grabbed his wrist regardless of the occasion.

"I don't know. I drank too much and made a lapse in speech."

The old man spoke much more logically, his eyes averted, and he was clearly sober.

He shakily returned to his seat and straightened his sleeves.

Chen Yong knew his role, pointed his finger at Bai Chuchu, and started to attack.

"Ling, don't delay. If you can't do it, give up as soon as possible."

"You can do it, you can do it. What kind of hero does he think he is if he talks nonsense?"

"Huh, okay, let me show you."

Chen Yong came to the crowd and cleared his throat.

"The Sophora japonica wine that the princess drank just now was provided by the villain's hometown, Chiba County, so I will compose a poem based on this Sophora japonica flower."

“The flowers are blooming, the branches are full of yellow, the cicadas are chirping and the rain is startling the cool dawn.

The fragrant and refreshing fragrance enters the wine, and the fragrant cheeks are filled with red makeup."

"Yes, it's a good poem. It's quite talented."

Feng Jiuling nodded frequently and commented favorably.

"Mr. Feng, you didn't criticize him too much. It seems that Chen Yong is really talented in literature and has some abilities."

"Yes, I'm afraid the entire Fengyue Dynasty won't be able to find anyone who can catch Mr. Feng's discernment."

"It seems that Chen Yong is sure to win."

Everyone present was whispering.

You must know that Feng Jiuling usually dislikes everyone and speaks unpleasantly. It is not easy to have such an evaluation.

Chen Yong was a little confused.

"Ling Mingyi, if I were you, I would surrender right now, kneel down and kowtow, and save myself the trouble of humiliating myself."

"Chen Yong, we haven't decided the winner yet. We may not know who brought the humiliation to himself in a while."

"I'll also make a song for Mr. Feng to taste."

Bai Chuchu faced Feng Jiuling and bowed respectfully.

Feng Jiuling felt quite uncomfortable, lowered his head and shrank back.

Bai Chuchu was even more certain that the old man felt guilty.

He should also know something.

Shouldn't we also find a reason to get a story out of this old man's mouth?

This old man loves wine and poetry, and his first performance shocked the crowd.

Bai Chuchu loves plum, because her mother's name contains the word plum.

From then on, whenever she read a sentence about Mei, she could remember it effortlessly.

Falling plum blossoms, broken plum blossoms, and snowy plum blossoms, every word is the shadow of my mother.

"Wearing this body in the ice and snow forest is not like peaches and plums mixed with fragrant dust.

Suddenly, the fragrance spreads all night long, spreading like spring throughout the universe."

"Thousands of miles of spring will spread across the universe... Okay, okay."

Feng Jiuling marveled repeatedly, smacked his lips repeatedly, stood up, came to Bai Chuchu, and looked at it repeatedly.

That's the look of Xicai.

"Excellent talents, infinite thoughts, and lofty aspirations."

"Does this poem have a title?"

"Yes, it's called Baimei."

"White~Mei~"

Feng Jiuling frowned.
Chapter completed!