The noble queen grandsons were also staring at Li Qingming.

This lay Buddhist Su'an is very talented and can be called the leader of the poetry world among women. Although he is a third-ranked person, he is a talented woman with great hope of becoming a talented person in the future. At least he will be at the level of a first-ranked literary saint in the future.

This person who came to attend the Yanchi Poetry Conference was simply bullying, and she was almost the same as being a judge.

But everyone knows that the prince has always been interested in this lay Buddhist Suan. Although he has no hope of achieving good things, he regards Li Qingming as a fan soulmate.

Li Qingming is only twenty-three or four years old, not an old antique. The prince wants to invite her to attend the young man’s poetry meeting, so who dares to say anything?

Everyone was dissatisfied with the prince's "fake public and private" practice. They opposed it because they did not dare, but secretly hoped that Li Qingming would be exhausted today and could not produce good poems, so he would feel relieved.

At this time, more than a dozen poems have appeared, especially the works of the prince Zhao Mian, the prince Zhao Mian, the king Zhao benefited, and the works of the two princesses Longqing and Zhaoyang,

The prince and the king of Shengyaoyao raised their glasses to congratulate each other, but they were generous and calm, but the two princesses seemed to fight cocks and were brimming with each other. Especially the little princess of Zhaoyang, they also looked at Longqing with extremely contemptuous eyes, almost making Longqing's eccentric nose stilted.

Seeing the two princesses seemingly going to fight, Zhao Rong, the little princess of the Eighth Prince, quickly changed the topic: "Your Highness, we have all written poetry, but we forgot that there is a poet in the poetry world present..."

Zhao Mian smiled and said, "That's true. Qingming is still like in previous years. You must have excellent works. Let your younger brothers and sisters know what is truly good poetry."

When the noble queens saw that the prince was about to start, they all followed suit. Just now, they saw Li Qingming eating meat and drinking, which was a bit rougher and more generous than a man. They probably had been seven minutes drunk long ago. They didn't believe that she was a god and could write top-notch poems at will?

"Your Highness the Crown Prince is coming to make things difficult for me again?"

Li Qingming gave the prince a blank look and said obliquely: "Your Highness has forgotten. I lost Master Bao when discussing poetry on Ouhualou. Now that there are experts here, how dare Su An take the lead?

Why don’t you ask Lord Bao to make one first?”

Bao Zheng frowned and thought to himself, are you finished? Are we so familiar with each other? Why do you have to involve me in everything?

I immediately shook my head and said, "It's better for the layman to invite me first. I'm here to eat meat and drink wine today. I've just thrown my poems at home but I didn't bring them."

What's the best thing to be a poet?

He said he could make a request, but Bao Zheng was not very interested. However, he was just a prince. He might not care about what he had. He really didn’t have any. Today he came to attend the poetry meeting. To put it bluntly, it was to give Zhao a face. Otherwise, the dignified contemporary Cao would come to talk nonsense with a group of phoenixes and dragon grandsons?

Li Qingming was not annoyed when he was rejected by Bao Zheng, and chuckled: "That's the case, then I will first. But after Su An finishes his poems, Lord Bao will have to find your poetry talent. Otherwise, not only me, but everyone present will not follow you."

As he said, drinking a cup, he said in a man's voice: "I bought a flower-selling bonnet and I want to release it in spring, and my tears are evenly dyed, and I still have traces of the blue clouds and morning dew..."

"Good word!"

Zhao Mian couldn't help but hit his thighs hard and made a slap sound. It was really good: he seemed to see a beautiful woman in the lyrics. He walked to the entrance of the alley and bought a budding spring flower. It had feelings and scenery, and the beautiful woman was as if she was alive.

Then the pen turns lightly, using flowers to embody people, talking about dewdrops on flowers, and actually talking about the beauty's tears.

Why does this beauty cry? It seems a bit disgusting.

But Zhao Mian and those who are familiar with Li Qingming know that there must be deep meaning in it, just listen to it.

Li Qingming looked at Bao Zheng with watery eyes and chanted out of the second half of the verse.

"I'm afraid that my husband's face is worse than my flower face. I'm going to teach my husband to compare and see..."

Zhao Mian was stunned, Bao Zheng's face was subtle, and he felt that he had been 'harassed' by Li Qingming with a poem.

Why is the beauty crying? Are you worried that the husband will say that they are not as beautiful as flowers? Today, their hair is slightly dispersed and their jade hairpins are inserted slanted, just to tell you, is it that I am or the flowers are beautiful?

What is this not being a spoiled person?

The whole article did not talk about the spring scenery directly, but it portrayed a beautiful woman with a heart full of love, eyes full of lust and delicate beauty vividly. The noble queen grandsons here all had a slightly red face, and were stirred up the spring feeling...

Zhao Mian looked at Bao Zheng sitting next to Li Qingming, and felt sad and envious in her heart.

At this moment, who can't see that Li Qingming is acting cute to Bao Zheng? How many scholars dream of seeking but not getting what they want, and the talented woman who tossed and turned had a heart of spring.

The princes and princes on the court want to change their identities with Bao Zheng. If they can get the brilliance of Mr. Su'an, it is worth it if they don't do anything prince!

Zhao Shouyi looked at the jealous prince, then looked at Bao Zheng with a subtle face. He felt very happy and laughed loudly, "Mr. Bao, you can't refuse this time. If you don't write poetry today, you will become the stupid man in the lay Buddhist poems. Don't you know whether the flowers are beautiful or the people are beautiful?

If this matter is spread, you will be criticized by scholars all over the world for 10,000 years, hahaha!"

Zhao Mian snorted: "Mr. Bao, it's your turn this time."

Bao Zheng looked at Li Qingming with a pretty blushing face and sighed: "Well, since that's the case, I'll just make one. If I'm lucky enough to be the leader of the poem, the crown prince should not forget the promise."

Zhao Mian nodded: "That's natural."

But in my heart, I just hoped that Bao Zheng would lose his talent and let him lose points in front of Li Qingming.

"Since that's the case, Bao Zheng also offered a poem..."

Bao Zheng made a thoughtful look, there was nothing he could do, he had to copy one.

"At the broken bridge outside the post, I am lonely and have no owner. It's already dusk and it's sorrowful, and the wind and rain are even more..."

When the first half of the chant came out, everyone was stunned. This was too sad and lonely, and it seemed to be inconsistent with the poetry meeting, and it had nothing to do with the word "Chun".

What happened to Bao Dalang? He was smoky by the faint fragrance of Mr. Su'an? His level was a big loss!

Even Li Qingming frowned slightly. With her poetry, she naturally knew that although Bao Zheng's first half of the poems were not vulgar, he could only barely be considered qualified and could not be said to be wonderful.

Zhao Mian looked at Bao Zheng with a smile, feeling relieved in her heart. Bao Dalang was indeed going to lose points in front of Su An.

Bao Zheng looked at everyone and slowly recited a few more sentences.

"I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I let the flowers jealous."

'hiss!'

A sound of breathing suddenly sounded at the meeting. Zhao Mian's face changed and she was stunned on the spot. Even Princess Zhaoyang, who had been lowering her little head and eating various delicacies, raised her head and looked at Bao Zheng with her eyes flashing.

‘Yeah, the person recommended by Brother Benefit seems to be good. I like him a little...’

Li Qingming's eyes were even more brilliant and he stared at Bao Zheng tightly.

Here comes again, here comes again!

From "raising your head and looking down on the white clouds, looking down on the mountains and rivers and mountains" to "life is a hero, death is also a hero", and today's "unintentional struggle for spring, and letting all the flowers be jealous", why can this man always throw wonderful words out casually and touch her heart?

These two sentences have broken the topic and named "Spring", and then the style suddenly became grand and grand. I didn't take any Yanchi poems seriously. I had no intention of competing for spring, so I would be jealous of those flowers. What if I were interested in competing for spring?

Will those folks die?

He didn't even take himself as the leader of the female poetry world seriously!

But for some reason, the more Bao Zheng was like this, the more Li Qingming felt his heart throbbing, like drinking mellow wine.

This man is this book, and he needs to read it slowly.

In the silence, Bao Zheng slowly recited the last two sentences.
Chapter completed!