Although the princess is a princess, not a princess, she is actually not bad at all. She is so taller than the one on the north slope and west slope.

The talented men who went to the appointment this time were all elite young people from the entire Song Dynasty. In other words, they believed that the hope of the Song Dynasty. These people were proficient in poetry, songs, and singing. Although the party had not officially begun, they had already begun to show their magical powers.

What are the flute playing, painting, chanting poems and lying essays, and vocabulary writing, in short, they do their best to show their most beautiful side to the princess like a peacock spreading her tail.

"These people, they think that peacocks are beautiful when they open their tails, but in fact, the peacocks are exposed with their butt eyes behind their tails." Song Beiyun hid behind the crowd, and was playing beast chess with Zuo Rou while eating: "Do you believe it or not, just these people, when the country is destroyed, they will die for their country."

"I have died for my country, what else do you expect?" Zuo Rou held a chess piece in his hand: "If there really is one day, I don't know what to do. I think I will die for my country."

"Call me, father, I will protect you." Song Beiyun said without hesitation: "It depends on whether you call sweet or not."

Zuo Rou gave him a blank look: "I've always known nonsense, and it seems that you can save me. Don't ask me to find a way out for you in the end."

Song Beiyun didn't say anything, but if it was true that day, maybe he couldn't save the world, but it would be easy to save one or two Zuo Rou.

"Hehe, don't talk anymore, you know you'll be fooling around all day long." Zuo Rou gently put down the chess piece in her hand: "I won again. Give the money!"

Song Beiyun threw a few big boys in front of Zuo Rou like a beggar. She touched the copper plate on the table without caring at all and put the copper plate into her purse.

"Hey, I'll tell you that today seems to have a prize." Zuo Rou said to Song Beiyun in a low voice: "Those who make wonderful poems today can get a secret treasure in the palace."

“How much is it worth?”

"It's a thousand eight hundred guan. I'm afraid the official family won't give the princess something too expensive, just to fool her with some small things." Zuo Rou raised her finger: "But count it, the prize today is at least tens of thousands of guan, which is a lot of money."

"Take it!" Song Beiyun narrowed his eyes: "No matter how small the mosquito is, it will be meat."

Zuo Rou laughed: "Just relying on your three-legged cat skills? A broken scholar who has never read a book? You can see clearly with your eyes wide open. Today, all the talents from Jinling City are all great talents in Jinling City, and there are two Hanlin people. Don't embarrass me of your three-legged cat skills."

After saying that, Zuo Rou reached out to Song Beiyun: "Come on, apply nail polish to me."

"Get out." Song Beiyun frowned and said, "This is what I brought to A Qiao."

"Do you give it to me?"

"Not give!"

Just as the two were fighting like monkeys catching lice, the princess returned here again. She changed her clothes and looked very fairy-like, just like Fairy Chang'e coming from the fairy palace. She came to the front with charm, followed by many maids, and began to place fruit plates, jerky meat, and sweet osmanthus wine on the tables of the talents.

Song Beiyun looked at the princess and then at Zuo Rou who looked like a monkey beside her, and sighed with emotion: "You said you are the daughter of a man of a country, why did you live like this ghost?"

"Do you care about it?"

"Learn to learn from me, I will die a little bit." Song Beiyun curled his lips: "You learn again!"

“Break.”

At this time, the princess in front of her also spoke. She was much more restrained here than when she was in Luzhou. She opened her mouth and felt the tone of the host, saying that there was no need to be restrained in the nonsense today.

However, as she spoke, she suddenly changed her mind: "A few days ago, when she was in Luzhou, a bastard wrote half of the lyrics. This matter has troubled me very much. I hope that all the talents can give me some advice."

As she said that, she asked the maid to show the poem in front of everyone, and everyone immediately began to whisper. When they discussed with each other, the princess looked at the prince of the Wang family: "Prince Wang, I have heard that you are the eldest grandson of Wen Shenggong and have outstanding talents. Today you can comment on this term."

"I dare not be a person...but since the princess asked me to see, then I'll take a look."

The young master of the Wang family walked forward, stood in front of the half-court poem and stood up. After watching for a while, there was no movement.

Not only him, but almost all the scholars in this room seemed to be choked. They saw the lyrics, but they could not make such lyrics anyway.

"So stinky." Zuo Rou spat: "It's better to make more money than to think about this all day long."

Song Beiyun glanced at her and remained silent.

"Hey, didn't you go there last time too? Who wrote this word? I haven't seen Ruibao be so obsessed with whose poems." Zuo Rou turned her head and looked at Song Beiyun: "Is that person tall? Is it good-looking?"

"It's not only tall but also very beautiful." Song Beiyun took out a piece of Hu cake and mixed it with tea and started eating it. While eating it, he said vaguely: "It's the kind of embryo that the gods descended to earth, and it's out of reach for people."

Zuo Rou made a nauseous expression and said disdainfully: "This group of sour and stinky literati with no inch and a god has come to earth. It smells so bad. I'm a little hungry, so give me some."

"You really want everything!" Song Beiyun gritted his teeth and said, "Is everything he eats good?"

"right!"

Zuo Rou grabbed the Hu cake beside Song Beiyun's mouth, turned her body and started eating it. After eating it a little dry, she snatched Song Beiyun's cup and slapped her hot tea.

At this moment, the prince in front of him turned around and bowed to the princess, and then said lightly: "I'm so ugly."

After saying that, he picked up the pen and started to fill in the lower half of the text. His posture blocked the words he wrote, and no one else could see them, but the princess could see them. The princess' eyes slowly lit up and quickly dimmed...

After the prince finished writing, he staggered his body and let others look at it. There were cheers in the room, and he almost couldn't praise him to the sky.

But the princess stood there smiling but not laughed. Her fists were clenched tightly, and she wanted to punch her. But after all, this was the queen, the younger brother of her sister-in-law, and it was not easy to get into it. If it were someone else, she would have ordered someone to drive this smug bastard out of the door.

Look at what he wrote? Others dare not say that even his lazy father wrote randomly after drinking a lot yesterday, even though he was a little inferior to the first half of the text, he was a man who had been on the battlefield, and his heroic spirit was also bright and moving.

But today, this prince is like a stinky fish and rotten shrimp, and is also a pretentious skin, and this broken skin is still content.

"Hey hey, look." Zuo Rou kicked Song Beiyun with half a piece of cake in her mouth: "Look at Ruibao's face."

"Huh?" Song Beiyun looked up and looked at it: "It looks like it's going to explode."

"It must be because the prince didn't write well. My sister has been the kind of person who can't rub the sand in her eyes since she was a child. She has been able to endure it until now, but she has really grown up."
Chapter completed!