MTL - After Escaping from the Marriage, the Crown Prince Started Pampering Me-Chapter 49 Wouldn't it be shameful not to write poetry

  Chapter 49 Wouldn’t it be shameful not to write poetry

  As soon as the **** the stage finished speaking, the ladies below immediately talked a lot, most of them were admiring and envious of the **** stage.

  Ye Qingge knows that people are always attracted to strong people, whether they are men or women, they all like strong people, but there is also some inner knowledge in it.

  For example, the second place in the class will envy and hate the first place, but the bottom one in the class will only feel admiration for the first place.

  For example, the second-tier stars will envy and hate the first-tier stars, but the 38th-tier stars will only worship the first-tier stars.

  That’s because the gap between the second place and the first place is not that big, and the second-tier star, Nugong, may also become the first-tier.

   But the gap between the penultimate place and the 38th line is too big, and they can't catch up at all. In the end, only worship remains.

   "This Miss Wang looks beautiful, with a natural smell."

  The lady sitting opposite Ye Qingge couldn't help admiring.

   "Who says no, but who is Miss Ye Liu? Why hasn't she come out yet? I'm afraid she looks particularly ugly? That's why she doesn't dare to meet people?"

   It was the young lady on Ye Qingge's left who spoke. She glanced at the three of them including Ye Qingge. Although Ye Qingge came later, it was fate to sit together, and they were her own.

  Ye Qingge also nodded along with the other three, expressing agreement.

   "We came late just now, so we didn't see what Miss Ye Liu is like? Maybe she doesn't know how to compose poems? So I'm afraid of making a crooked poem to embarrass myself? Hey, don't you think so?"

  The young lady sitting on Ye Qingge's right hand opened her mouth to guess, and finally couldn't help asking Ye Qingge who had been silent all this time.

  Little sisters sit together and say bad things, you have to say something to me to make it interesting.

   Otherwise, if we keep telling you that you don’t say a word, how insecure are we?

  Ye Qingge glanced at the three of them, and couldn't help laughing, you really don't want to live on gutter oil, and worry about the heart of the country.

  Why are you so willing to worry about it?

   "Well, she is very likely to write a crooked poem similar to 'The man's skull is broken, and he gives me a silver ticket every day. I have to wait in line to choose, and my mother will never grow old'."

   After Ye Qingge finished speaking, he took a look at the three little sisters who were laughing forward and backward, their tears bursting out of their eyes, and their heads were about to fall from laughter, then slowly got up, grabbed a handful of melon seeds and left.

  Ms. Wang has talked about this for the sake of it. If she doesn't go out again, not only will she lose face to others, but she will also lose face to herself.

   What's more, it's just poetry and not a competition of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. After nine years of compulsory education, who is not a half-baked poet?

  The three little sisters felt that this lady with big eyes was really talented, and just about to praise her for her talent,

   After leaving, she slowly climbed onto the stage, saluted everyone, and then sat down firmly in front of the last empty table.

   "So? She is Miss Ye Six?"

  So the trio of slanderous words became the little sisters...

  Ye Qingge sat behind the table and smiled slightly, looking quite harmless to humans and animals.

  Although her outfit was a bit shabby among a group of prostitutes who were dressed in luxurious jewelry, she didn't show any timidity at all, and her gestures were more free and easy.

  Looking at Ye Qingge who was not showing any timidity on the stage, Mrs. Ye couldn't help but nodded.

   Originally, she didn't want to bring Ye Qingge here. After all, there is no good banquet, and if this kind of banquet is not handled well, it will lose all face.

  Besides, there has been a long history of secret contests between Ye Mansion and other mansions. Because of fear of shame, the two girls, Suyun and Qingyue, have always represented Ye Mansion.

   This is the first time Liu Yatou has appeared in front of people, and it is still after reconciliation, so if one fails, one Liu Yatou will make the girl of the Ye family lose face.

  But she had to bring her, because this post was posted by Mrs. Wang herself, and the words said that she must bring the sixth girl. If the sixth girl has something to do, she can also bring the third girl.

  Compared with the third girl, although these six girls are timid, at least they are more legitimate.

  The matter with the Liu Mansion just now was quite satisfactory, but I didn't expect that they would have another plan after one plan.

   I hope that even if these six girls can't write poems for a while, it's good to be able to maintain their demeanor at this time.

While Mrs. Ye was meditating, the flower viewing banquet just started. This time it is called the flower viewing banquet, so the main purpose is to chant flowers. Everyone can compose a poem for their favorite flowers. The time is 15 minutes. The start and end are marked by the sound of famous gongs.

  After hearing the sound of a gong, all the ladies seemed to be lost in thought, and Ye Qingge was no exception.

   It's just that she complained in her heart.

  Beat the gong? Are they serious?

  Suddenly thought of Uncle Benshan's sketch: Ask, what sport starts with the sound of the gong and ends with the sound of the gong? Answer, playing monkey?

  …

   Not long after, some ladies began to bow their heads and write vigorously. In fact, since they participated in this banquet, they would probably prepare a few poems in their hearts to deal with it. How could they really compose poems on the spot? So it wasn't long before someone wrote it.

  Ye Qingge is also looking for the poems she has memorized in her mind. If there is no Du Fu in this dynasty, then she will use the poetry sage to support the scene!

  But Ye Qingge suddenly found himself in trouble again, the word "her" didn't match the image of this person. To put it bluntly, it is eclectic, but to put it bluntly, it is enough to climb.

   Isn't this a shame?

   Turning his big bright eyes, Ye Qingge suddenly had an idea, so he held the pen in his right hand and made a thoughtful expression, which was somewhat informal.

   It's just that Ye Qingge still didn't write until the gong sounded at the end, and he was still thinking.

  The ladies in the audience couldn't help covering their mouths with handkerchiefs and laughing. Since they don't know anything, why bother to embarrass themselves on stage?

   But the three little sisters who spoke ill of Ye Qingge couldn't help but worry for her, after all, they sat at the same table.

  There is still a sense of affection for a handful of melon seeds for fifty cents.

  The master of ceremonies put the poems of the ladies on the table one by one, and read them out one by one for everyone to comment on.

  There were twenty ladies on the stage, but when it came to the level of this poem, Ye Qingge felt that it was on par with his crooked poem just now.

  I can't help but think that Da Xiao's poems have fallen to this point?

  I didn't feel ashamed to have a blank paper in front of the table at all.

  The poems of the first nineteen ladies have finished reading, but Ye Qingge's place is blank. The master of ceremonies is from the Wang family, so naturally he has no intention of saving face for Ye Qingge.

  Even the Eldest Miss had ordered that the Miss Ye family should be ashamed as much as possible. She couldn't criticize the poems of the first two, but she could use Miss Ye Six's blank paper.

  Then the master of ceremonies asked mockingly: "Miss Ye Liu didn't do it?"

   "I did it, but I didn't write it when the time came."

  Ye Qingge smiled slightly, not paying attention to the whispers in the audience.

   "Oh? Then Ms. Ye Liu might as well read it out in front of everyone."

  The master of ceremonies decided that Ye Qingge couldn't. How could it be possible that he didn't have time to write for such a long time?

   I’m afraid I can’t write it out.

   "That's fine too." Ye Qingge smiled brightly, which immediately brightened everyone's eyes.

   She stood up, looked at the audience and said calmly: "I can't sit on the wall outside the garden, and the Shuijingchun Hall turns slightly.

  Peach blossoms are finely chasing Yang flowers and falling, and yellow birds are flying at the same time as white birds. "

  On and off the stage, there was an instant silence.

   Thanks to book friends 854***068, Mo y, self-awareness, peaches and plums, Tong Yunxiang, yes, mylord, Qing GAMER for their recommendation tickets.

   In addition, friends, can you tell Lao Xu when you encounter typos? hey-hey.

  (end of this chapter)