The poems and essays completed by the man’s guest were successively passed to the woman guest, and the ladies and ladies passed on each other to read each other.

He was talking while watching, but the one who talked the most was Zhao Wenbin's poems, and he all praised this person's talent.

Only Yingying and her mother sat far away.

Yao Yufei glanced at Yingying proudly, then got up and collected the poems and handed them to the eldest princess' table, "Please give your high princess an evaluation."

Although the eldest princess is not proficient in poetry and prose, she is also a little familiar with it and read it one by one.

As soon as he finished reading it, Yao Yufei asked impatiently, "What does Your Highness the Princess think?"

The eldest princess pondered for a moment, "Among so many poems, Mr. Zhao's is the most eye-catching, with beautiful words and good intentions. The most important thing is to write several high-quality poems in a short period of time. It is not easy, good, good."

He then said: "Of course, this is just my personal humble opinion. You still need to listen to what people who are proficient in poetry and prose say."

Yao Yufei said loudly: "These adults who came are quite proficient in poetry and prose, and they unanimously believe that Mr. Zhao's poems are good, and none of these young masters who came together are better."

Yingying bit her lower lip tightly, and was so anxious that she was almost bleeding. Of course, she also hated Yao Yufei. This woman clearly wanted their Song family to make a fool of themselves in front of the eldest princess and the families of all the adults.

Looking at my mother, she sighed and had no choice but to do anything.

The eldest princess looked through it again and turned to ask Li Wanrou, "Why didn't you see your child?"

Li Wanrou couldn't do it awkwardly, "I don't know much about this either."

"I think there is no inspiration."

"Is it normal to have no inspiration? I heard that some years I can't hold up a poem, nothing."

"That's right, your Dingyuan Mansion is a general family and is not good at these."

The seemingly comforting words are actually sarcastic.

Li Wanrou's face turned red with anger. When the Holy Jun was still there, the ones of these ladies and ladies were not smiling. The Holy Jun was no longer there, and they all gathered around to ridicule and ridicule. Not to mention that her son was unwilling to come, she would not want to come to such a place again.

Yao Yufei said: "I heard that the young men of the Song family squatted on the ground with their heads in their arms, while the other stared at Meilin but couldn't write a word. Alas, it was a bit too difficult, so I think I'd better knelt down and kowtow."

"What did you say?" Yingying scolded angrily.

Yao Yufei snorted coldly, "I'm doing it for his own good. I heard that the young master of the Song family is in poor health. If he gets sick in an emergency, it's really unprofitable."

"You can't kneel down," Yingying pursed her lips.

"What are you yelling at me? It's not what I asked them to agree, they agreed by themselves." Yao Yufei sneered.

"You can't kneel." Yingying said firmly. Both brothers are not the ones who kneel down with others. Big brother, if you ask him to kneel down to the Zhao family, it would be better to kill him. As for the second brother's body, he shouldn't be insulted.

"That means you are going to regret it?" Yao Yufei raised her voice, afraid that the person sitting would not hear it.

Everyone else turned their heads to look at her, and even the mother's eyes looked at her were surprised.

Yingying looked around for a while and said, "I'll kneel." She said that and was about to walk out.

After being quit, his reputation is already broken. If it is reported to kneel down to his ex-fiance, will anyone dare to marry him in the future?

Li Wanrou reacted and wanted to stop her, but this child didn't say anything but said nothing, and he didn't care about him when he became stubborn. He had already run far away while talking.

Just as he was about to accuse the eldest princess of the crime and stood up to chase him, he heard someone shouting from afar, "Here, come."

"What's coming?" someone asked.

"The poem of the young master of the Song family is here." The person who came was full of excitement, and he was holding a roll of paper in his arms, looking carefully, as if he was holding some treasure.

When he heard that it was Song Yu's poem, even Yingying turned back.

But the person sitting is not very interested, so he should do whatever he should do. He probably thought that even if he wrote it out, would he be better than the Zhao family’s son? Unless he is a genius.

But the eldest princess waved her hand and asked the man to show her first, opened it, and recited: "A few plum branches in the corner of the wall are blooming alone. I know that it is not snow, but only the faint fragrance comes."

I don’t know when the surroundings were quiet. After the eldest princess finished reciting for a while, no sound was heard.

The eldest princess thought for a while before she suddenly stood up and slapped the table, "What a poem, what a poem."

"It's indeed a good poem." The man who came kept nodding.

The eldest princess couldn't help but smile, "It seems like you understand it very much. I remember you can't even write your own name."

The man laughed, "The young ones don't understand, but some of them understand, they all said yes."

"Who said it was okay?" The eldest princess glanced at Yao Yufei and saw that the child had no blood on his face and looked incredible.

"Everyone said it was OK, even the young master of the Zhao family had nothing to say, and he was willing to give in to the disadvantage." The man said excitedly.

Just kidding, can he not be willing to give up on the master's classic work? He dare not say that he could write a poem better than this one with his hundred courages.

"That's it to win?" Yingying asked weakly, as if she couldn't believe it.

"Win."

"That's not to kneel?"

"Miss, no, no, brothers." The visitor said with a smile.

Yingying almost jumped up happily, "Mother, have you heard it? My second brother won the poem."

"I heard it, I heard it." Li Wanrou wiped the corners of her eyes with her handkerchief.

The faces of the people around him were all incredible, especially Yao Yufei looked unwilling.

Yingying also raised her voice, "Who said she couldn't write a word? My second brother either didn't write it. If she wanted to write, she would write the best. Mother, can we win a lot of money today, right?"

"Yes." Li Wanrou smiled so happily. Although she didn't understand poetry, she also knew how good her son's poems were when she looked at the expressions of the people around her. She felt very happy and felt proud.

The eldest princess glanced around, "According to the convention, everyone who takes the lead will be rewarded, and this time is no exception. Go and call the Song family's son over."

The man responded and trotted out.

Yao Yufei picked up the wine on the table and poured it in, then got up and left the seat, "Isn't it just written a poem? What's so proud of?"

Also unwilling to accept this are Zhao Wenbin and Shang Bowen.
Chapter completed!