These women have always been disgusted with these stinky men. Whenever there is a poetry meeting, they will show up and use their own methods to hit the men present.

The woman in green in the head was the daughter of His Highness Fu, one of the only four remaining princes. She is also the cousin of today, and the queen mother's favorite little granddaughter. She is not a princess but better than a princess.

At the same time, she is also a famous talented woman in Luzhou Prefecture. She usually does nothing, so she gathers a group of people to write poems, songs, etc., but after all, her daughter needs to avoid suspicion, so the people under her are all thirteen or fourteen-year-old girls, and she is very pleasing to the eye.

"Princess Ruibao." Beipo stepped forward to greet him: "I have missed the opportunity to welcome you."

The princess's posture was very good. She smiled gently and gave a gentle greeting: "Thank you, Mr. Beipo, for the invitation."

"Where can you get the princess to come in person, and you will be shining brightly."

The two of them were polite, and he consciously sat down and left the most noble position to the royal relative.

"It's over, and the second place is Aqiao can't be kept." Song Beiyun murmured in a low voice: "This girl is OK."

Song Beiyun never lie. Although this green woman was holding her, she was just a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. Although her skeleton was small, her chest was dripping. She looked delicate and stylish, with great visual impact. Her long hair was like a waterfall, black and smooth, and her little face was very white. Her eyebrows were obviously cluttered, and her makeup was also made up. Her small lips were pink.

Really top...

However, Princess Ruibao obviously did not notice Song Beiyun's despicable eyes. She just flipped through the poems on the table. After reading it, she did not find any famous articles that could make her eyes lit up. She gently put down the manuscript paper in her hand and said disappointedly: "Students, that's all today?"

"How much does she mean?"

Song Beiyun asked Brother Yu Sheng next to him, but found that Yu Sheng's face was flushed and he didn't dare to raise his eyes. He just raised his head from time to time to look at Princess Ruibao in front of him.

It's all this. If Song Beiyun can't see it, then he won't deserve his old fry name. But now he regrets that he has swearing. He said that Brother Yusheng will give him whoever he likes, but this...

It’s not that he said that the identity gap between the two of them is a bit big. One princess and the other one is an ordinary scholar. The Yusheng family is just a well-off family. If you choose from a farmer’s family, it is top-notch, but if you want to take it to the city, it is really not enough to see it.

What's more, the one who likes this is still a princess, which is so fatal.

"Brother Yusheng."

"Hmm?" Yu Sheng was obviously a little panicked and quickly adjusted and turned his head: "What's the matter?"

Song Beiyun put one hand on his shoulder: "Can I take back my bragging skin?"

"Ah? What's the solution?"

Forget it, there is no need to explain. A young lady of this level will be sold as a high-value affiliated product at that time. Anyway, she will definitely not fall into the home of this ordinary person. Unless King Fu is conspired and his family is convicted and his man is sent to work as a prostitute, he can secretly find a way to get it home.

Hey? Speaking of this, why are other princes all Futai Ankang, but the little thing in the family is Qin Yan and Zhao Chu? What does this naming rule mean?

At this moment, Princess Ruibao coughed gently: "I have an idea to come to this song tonight to refer to objects. You all draw objects on paper and write a poem next to it to the north slope for judgment."

Beipo smiled and waved his hands: "What kind of virtue is that I can do?"

"You are too humble in Beipo. Who knows that you are the number one talented man in Luzhou."

Someone from below cheered: "Your talent is here, you should be the most suitable judgment."

"Since that's the case, I'll be disrespectful." Beipo coughed pretentiously: "Since it's the princess's question, I'll talk about it in detail."

He looked around: "Each person sent a piece of paper and a pen, half an hour. Draw the object and write a poem based on the things he drew. If it was not completed, the midsummer meeting would be awesome."

After saying that, he raised his hand and ordered people to put in the pen and ink, and prepared tea, and then he started to make trouble. The princess sat on her head and looked at everyone's movements like an invigilator.

Song Beiyun didn't want to argue, but he was not very interested, but there was still paper and pen in front of him, and he didn't plan to write, but Yusheng was writing and drawing very seriously, as if he wanted to perform well in front of the princess.

Xiao Baozheng was pitiful. He didn't get any paper and pen because he was too young. He angrily approached Song Beiyun. Seeing the blank space in his pen, he immediately stretched his eyebrows: "Why haven't you finished writing yet?"

"What am I doing when I put my pen? Do you draw a watermelon?"

"You're afraid that's not possible."

Hey! This is not because he is Bao Gong. Song Beiyun can scold him to the point of being autistic, how can a man say no?

"Isn't it just a painting? I'll draw it for you."

Song Beiyun is a first-class master in painting. The old madman is best at craftsmanship, painting, and medicine. Later, he followed Song Beiyun to develop the drawing method of this era. The things he draws are definitely something that no one has seen before.

But as for what to draw? Song Beiyun looked around for a while, some people painted flowers, birds, fish and insects, some people painted beauties, some people painted landscapes, and some people painted fruits and vegetables.

Fruits and vegetables are a talent...

Since everyone is so talented, Song Beiyun will draw a map.

He drew it in detail with his pen, and a contour appeared in front of Xiao Baozheng within a short while. Seeing this strange painting, Xiao Baozheng laughed out loud: "You chicken, a bit sloppy."

Song Beiyun didn't say anything, but continued to add details to it. According to the nouns of this era in his memory, he began to divide the lines on it, and then marked out various places in detail.

The Western Xia, Mongolia, Uighurs, Tubo, Dali, Liao, Jin, Hei Khan, and Song were all marked on this map one by one, and it was very clear at a glance.

Bao Zheng wanted to laugh at first, but his eyes widened as he looked. On this small picture, it seemed like a mountain with thousands of miles of land. The thick lines were mountains, the shallow lines were rivers, the thin lines were national boundaries, and the intermittent lines were seas.

As Song Beiyun's brushstrokes traveled around the paper, a relatively complete map of local areas of East Asia was soon presented to Bao Zheng.

"How is it? Is it okay, or not?"

"Okay...it's great!" Bao Zheng almost lay on the table: "This is much better than the geography map in the academy."

"Hahaha, that's natural."

Their whispers from beginning to end also made the princess look at it. When she saw the hippie-smiling Song Beiyun, she seemed to have no intention of thinking hard at all. Instead, she was talking and laughing with a child. She couldn't help but feel a little angry, but she couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Half an hour came, and the north slope called to stop. The talented men stopped writing one after another. Some people shook their heads secretly, some went to see other people's poetry and paintings, and some picked up their works to appreciate them. The more they read, the more satisfied they became.

But Song Beiyun was sitting there pointing at the Uighurs and Tubo, introducing these two places to Xiao Baozheng. Xiao Baozheng's eyes lit up when he heard it, and his eyes looked at Song Beiyun a little different.

"Come on." Beipo clapped his palms: "I'm looking forward to all the masterpieces."

Yu Sheng looked at his paintings and there were still poems that had not been mentioned. He was so angry that he wanted to crumple the paper into a ball, but Song Beiyun directly held his hand: "Brother Yu Sheng, don't be impatient."

He took the paper and saw a swallow standing on the branch with it painted on it. Although he was not a top painter, it could be said to be vivid, but the poems next to him...

"This." Song Beiyun took the paper and thought for a moment, and recited silently while writing: "The people who pick the flowers are gone, and I suddenly feel that there is less love. I see that there are many grass in the spring, and I am always divided by poetry. Last year, the swallows are far away from the end of the world, and who is the swallow family this year? Don't listen to the night rain in March, now it's not urging flowers."

After reading it twice, I felt that it was fine, so Song Beiyun put the things to Yusheng and said, "Please use it."

Yu Sheng looked at the words written on it and was stunned for a long time. Then he savored them for a long time before he realized that every word of the short word was not sad but was full of sorrow. When he thought of what Song Beiyun said just now and his disobedience when he looked at the princess, he immediately understood the taste.

"Beiyun..."

"Don't be a gentleman now." Song Beiyun whispered: "Sages should also have the beauty of becoming adults."

Between noble character and the beautiful couple, Yusheng hesitated for a while, and then impatiently threw himself into the arms of the beautiful couple.

He handed the manuscript with a red face, but he didn't dare to raise his head, and his shame made him almost die of death.

As for his unpromising appearance, Song Beiyun was not surprised, but just continued to tease Bao Zheng: "How about it, do you like this picture?"

"like!"

"Come on, call me good brother, I'll give it to you."

"Good brother!"

He thought Bao Zheng would struggle for a while, but he didn't expect that he would scream so simply. This sound made Song Beiyun stunned. Has the dignified Bao Longtu done such a backbone thing?

"Take it and take it." But it doesn't matter. It's worth it for the future Grand Secretary of Longtu Pavilion to call him a good brother. This life is worth it. Song Beiyun is very happy.

But just as Bao Zheng was happily about to take the painting, a slender hand suddenly reached out from above and grabbed the map.

Bao Zheng and Song Beiyun looked up together. Bao Zheng said intimately, and quietly ran away.

"Little bastard..." Seeing that Bao Zheng was so unfaithful, Song Beiyun cursed hatefully.

Princess Ruibao, who was standing next to him, looked at the map, looked at Song Beiyun again, and a smile appeared on her face: "You are so bold, you actually dare to draw private maps."

"Oh, oh, princess. This is not a private painting, but you asked me to draw it, this paper was sent by you, this stroke was sent by you, this picture was drawn by you," Song Beiyun scratched his face: "You can't refuse to admit it, many people are watching it."

Seeing Song Beiyun so raving, the princess frowned. She would have exploded before, but today, the talented people in Luzhou are here, so she has to be careful and restrained.

"Okay, okay, so eloquent." The princess gritted her teeth for a while and looked at Song Beiyun: "Since it was me who asked you to draw it, then you can tell me what the picture means."

After she said that, she raised the painting in her hand and almost everyone saw this exquisite mountain and river landform map.

"Okay." Song Beiyun stood up, passed by the princess, and took down the map: "Then I'll tell you today."
Chapter completed!