Chapter 32

Seeing master Tang and Yun Liangze begin to read poetry together, ladies of all ethnic families are excited and nervous.

"I don't know if my poems will be liked?"

"If you can get the affirmation of master Tang, it will be a great honor."

"Miss Shen's family is here. We want to stand out. I'm afraid it's difficult."

"Shen Ningbi is a talented woman. We may not be able to compare with her."

"The best should be Shen Ningbi, but the worst must be Feng Qianwei."

"It's also a good thing to have that straw bag at the bottom."

“……”

We talked privately and didn't dare to speak too loudly, so as not to affect the two judges.

"Girl, aren't you nervous?"

Feng Jiumu pinches a cold sweat for Feng Qianwei. He doesn't want his sister to lose face.

"What do I have to be nervous about? I write very well."

Feng Qianwei said seriously, which made the wind family standing behind him sneer.

"Bah, it's cheeky to say that."

The wind said with disdain that the other concubines didn't dare to laugh so blatantly, but they all had ordinary faces in private. When Feng Qianwei was bullied, they didn't fall into the well.

Bai Suqing, the mother of Feng's family, looks at Feng Qianwei with a bit of worry and more love.

"Look, the results have come out."

Someone exclaimed, and everyone quickly stretched their necks to see more clearly.

All the poems are arranged according to their merits.

"The first poem is called autumn moon."

Feng Jiumu read this poem when he saw the neat handwriting on it.

"Qingxi flows through Bishan head, and the empty water is clear and bright in autumn.

Thirty miles away from the world of mortals, white clouds and red leaves are long. "

After reading the poem, he couldn't help clapping his hands.

"Good! What a good poem!"

Although he didn't know who wrote the poem, after reading it, he felt that the poem was particularly wonderful and showed an extraordinary taste.

"This poem was written by my sister! No one can write it except my sister."

Shen ningru said proudly and felt that Shen Ningbi must be the first.

"Miss Shen is really awesome!"

"This poem is really full of autumn."

Everyone began to praise, but Shen Ningbi looked ugly.

She saw that her poems ranked second, and she was always the first. She actually ranked second.

She can't believe it!

"Both I and Mr. Yun think this poem is the best."

Master Tang opened his mouth and said that he didn't feel that he had come in vain to see such a wonderful poem.

"This poem is called autumn moon, but I haven't seen any sentence about the moon. I'm afraid the meaning of the title is inconsistent with the content."

Shen Ningbi said unconvinced, how can such a digressive poem be compared with her poem?

She felt that they must have chosen wrong and didn't find such a big disadvantage.

When everyone heard what she said, they immediately felt very reasonable.

However, they also knew later that this poem was not written by Shen Ningbi. Who did it belong to?

"Absurd! The most wonderful thing about this poem is that there is no moon, but the moon can be seen everywhere. It is precisely because the moon is bright and clear that there is such a clear picture of autumn under the moon."

Master Tang said unhappily that he hates people who pretend to understand.

"If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense, otherwise you will only show your low level and ignorance."

His words made Shen Ningbi pale and lose all her face.

"This poem is not Miss Shen's work. Who wrote it?"

Everyone has this doubt.

"Now expose the name."

The maid came forward and carefully opened the paper.

When I saw the signature on it, everyone was petrified into sculpture.

"It can't be her!"

"Shit!"