When the word "English" at the end of the sentence falls, Bai muxiao simply puts the sword into the scabbard. The whole person is still and the flute stops. Time seems to stop at this moment.
At this time, Bai muxiao slowly read out the last sentence: "who can book your excellency, white head taixuan Scripture."
The audience was silent and dazzled. They were totally immersed in the thrilling sword dance just now, and felt as if the heaven and earth were spinning.
After the fierce sword dance, Bai muxiao's forehead has overflowed with thin sweat, and the veil can't cover her delicate face like Feixia, but her breath is still stable.
"The women of the people have made a fool of themselves!" Bai muxiao held his sword and bowed to the crowd, as if he were a valiant female general. Then he went to the right side to thank her with the flute, "thank you, your highness, the third prince."
A word makes people wake up from their dreams Following Bai muxiao's sight, he saw Han lingfu, the third prince, standing with a bamboo flute in his hand. He looked graceful and graceful, like a banished immortal, and he was worthy of being "Prince Baiyu".
"Well, that's good!" A burst of warm applause rang out, accompanied by the emperor's sonorous voice, "sword dance is good, poetry is also good!"
The emperor's undisguised praise made those girls who had attempted to become the third prince's concubine very complicated: Although the white girl's status was low, she now showed her face in front of the emperor and the third prince. Even if she could not be the third prince's concubine, she might also have the chance to become the third prince's side concubine!
"Little girl, who wrote this poem?" The emperor looked at Bai muxiao with a smile on his face, and felt that she was really glorifying Dayu. His eyes were full of admiration! How wonderful This poem is majestic and bold, imposing and impressive. It can be said that the chivalrous men attach great importance to Rennuo and despise death and life, which makes the hearer's blood boiling and passion surging!
The Emperor didn't think that Bai muxiao, who was so weak in appearance and had not yet reached the hairpin, could make such a masterpiece.
Bai muxiao's lips were slightly cocked up, and the honor and disgrace were not surprised to reply: "back to the emperor, this poem is made by the people's daughter! Let the emperor laugh
In a word, the whole audience was in uproar!
Several young masters all cast or admire Bai muxiao's eyes. Unexpectedly, she is a little woman with talent and mind that men can't match. That poem just now is so wonderful! Even if it is now repeated aftertaste, all feel shocked, an indescribable aftertaste reverberates in my heart.
Nangong Yue is not surprised. Bai muxiao has also made several outstanding poems in his previous life. In a short period of time, he was famous as the capital of the king. Nangong Yue still remembers that the styles of those poems were different, including heroic, graceful, sad, artistic and refined In her previous life, she felt a little strange. Bai muxiao's poems didn't seem to be written by the same person. But the problem is that those poems are unheard of. If she hadn't done them, who could they be? If the poet had this talent, how could he remain anonymous and allow a little girl to steal his poems?
At this time, Han lingfu said, "Miss Bai, do you have a title in this poem?" He focused on Bai muxiao's eyes, staring deeply, as if he wanted to see the depths of her soul.
Everyone's eyes are almost focused on Bai muxiao, so no one thinks the appearance of the third prince is special. Only Nangong Yue looks at them with interest. At this time in his previous life, he was staying away from his grandfather's house, paying no attention to everything in the royal capital, and did not know when the lovers met. In this life, Nangong Yue would like to see if they would continue their relationship.
Bai muxiao chuckled indifferently and said, "Xiakexing, this poem is called" Xiakexing "!"
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