The first thought in Shui Rong’s mind was surprise: Yu’er can also write typos? !

Then he shook his head and overthrew himself.

Every manuscript paper of Yu’er in the previous life was sorted out by herself, so there was no typo.

The water-soluble fingertips slowly slid across it, and asked slowly: “Who wrote this poem?”

An incredible thought rose in his mind.

“What? I’m interested? How about I go find it and study with you?” The eldest princess was very happy to make fun of her nephew.

Seeing that the expression on Shui Rong’s handsome face remained unchanged, the Eldest Princess also turned serious, and said in a serious voice: “This is a banquet for flowers, and there is no room for any mistakes, let alone favoritism.”

The eldest princess spoke slowly and coldly, with the same indifference on her face as that of Shui Rong.

At the next moment, she couldn’t hold back her laughter, rubbed the corners of her eyes and added briskly: “But you are my nephew, of course it’s different.”

“It’s the daughter of the Wang family, Wang Jing.”

Wang Jing?The water-soluble handsome eyebrows frowned slightly.

“Did you fall in love with her?” The eldest princess had a sly look on her face.

Shui Rong didn’t pick up her words, but clicked on the poem, without beating around the bush, and said directly, “I suspect she plagiarized.”

–

After the small gathering, when Daiyu returned to Jia’s mansion, she saw Baoyu waiting for her in the attic.

As soon as he saw Daiyu, Baoyu’s eyes lit up.He hastily put down his teacup, and greeted him, “Sister Lin!”

“What is my cousin looking for?”

It is rare for Baoyu to hesitate.Instead, the maid behind him was holding a big red plate, and introduced a little courteously: “This is from the imperial concubine, one for each.”

Concubine?Jia Yuanchun?Daiyu thought for a moment, and remembered that Yuanchun was Mrs. Wang’s daughter.

Before Daiyu could thank her for accepting it, the maid explained to herself: “Only Miss Lin and Master Bao are the same. The other girls are less.”

Daiyu looked at the red extravagant incense beads, Fengwei Luo and other things on the plate, and then she understood why Baoyu was shy just now.

This gift is Concubine Xiande’s statement to match Baoyu and herself.

Before my parents said anything, these people came up in a hurry.

Daiyu poked Baoyu’s heart, and asked directly: “Isn’t Mrs. Wang’s gift a share?”

Baoyu seemed to suddenly think of something, and this was no longer as affectionate as before.

He ordered the servant girl to send the things to the warehouse, and when there was no one in sight, he whispered: “Sister Lin, how about I leave the golden bracelet with you?”

Daiyu raised her eyebrows and showed Baoyu a puzzled expression.

“She is served by Rongxi Hall. People are panicking recently, and I want her to live with Sister Lin first.”

Daiyu just thought it was a little funny, “Why didn’t my cousin put her in his own room? At this moment, you think of me?”

Seeing Jin Chuan and Baoyu’s merciful eyes, Daiyu knew that the relationship between them was not that simple.

Baoyu hesitated for a while, and then said in a low voice: “I was thinking about it, but Xiren is ill. She is tired, so let me send her out.”

“Cousin, let’s find a doctor first and show Xiren.” Daiyu shook her head with a smile, and directly rejected him.

Baoyu wanted to say more, but seeing Jin Chuan and others came back, he hesitated for a while, so he had to leave first.

After a few days, Daiyu received the invitation to the eldest princess’ banquet.

She put the posts on the table, flipping through the collection of poems, feeling a little lost for a while.

It was Mingyi who opened the window and let in the flopping parrot.

She went forward to put away the post, and smiled as if reading the handwriting on it carefully: “The girl is really amazing, I don’t quite understand these poems.”

“But I read a poem before, it’s very interesting, girl, listen to it?”

Daiyu held the parrot in her hands and rubbed it, hummed casually, and then heard Mingyi say: “It’s full of self-pity and old grievances, who can explain to Qiuxin in a few words.”

The finger that was teasing the parrot paused, and Daiyu glanced sideways at Mingyi, and saw that she was mechanically spreading fragrant cakes to the cauldron, with light purple characters dancing on her head:

tense tense tense tense

At this time, the parrot in his hand also seemed to be stiff for a moment. When he looked at it, he raised his head as if nothing had happened, and even wanted to hum a song to cover it up.

Daiyu first nodded the green hair on the parrot’s head, and then returned to Mingyi: “I don’t have any impression of this, but it sounds like the person who grabbed the pen for Wang Jing before did it, it’s all sad and resentful.”

Hearing Mingyi’s somewhat relaxed breathing from behind, Daiyu raised her eyebrows and sighed silently.

–

When the Huachao Festival arrives, it will be the time for the Eldest Princess to have a Huachao feast.

No one cared about saving flowers in Qianye, and once became famous all over the world.The eldest princess’s Chaohua Banquet is a great place to be famous.

All the way was led in by the palace people, and Daiyu saw that there were colorful lights everywhere.

On the lush and green trees on both sides, there are still clear crystal glass, etc., reflecting the fine light.

Daiyu glanced along, and all kinds of brilliance cast on her, covering her, as if casting a faint radiance on Daiyu.

At the corner, the palace man leading the way took a few steps forward and bowed slightly as a gesture.

Cigarettes linger behind the pavilion, and Daiyu walks in slowly.The flow-colored gauze skirt outlines the elegant style, and the silver thread patterns appear with every step.

Her eyebrows and eyes are clear and beautiful, and her bright eyes look forward to brilliance under the light.Shrouded in mist-like thin smoke, Daiyu is like a nine-day goddess descending to the mortal world, a rare grace in the world.

Even though they met once at the Huachao Gathering, the daughters were silent for a moment this time, and even watched for a longer time.

How can there be such a fairy in the world

In contrast, I become vulgar

How can I make friends with her?

Daiyu was used to these gazes, and she followed the guidance of the palace man to the right side of the front seat.This is the closest position to the princess.

Here, Daiyu can observe well below.

The eldest princess seems to prefer fine crystals, and the center of the mat is all made of crystals, and the method of the palace servants makes it emit just the right amount of light.

In the eyes of everyone, this is just the brilliance of colored glaze, but in Daiyu’s view, it is full of bouncing heart words.

I don’t know what the subject is

must come out on top

I heard that the eldest princess loves beauties the most.The world is so unfair, I’m jealous, jealous, jealous

All kinds of heart words are best to see through people’s hearts, Daiyu looked along the last line of beating words, and happened to meet the daughter’s eyes.

Daiyu frowned and smiled at her.The daughter, who was originally jealous, turned red all of a sudden.She quickly lowered her head, revealing only a pair of red ears.

Wang Jing came late at the last moment.

She walked down the road with her head down, and when she stepped to the position opposite to Daiyu, she paused before turning around, looking directly into Daiyu’s eyes without hesitation.

The head of the Huachao Banquet will be mine!The prince will be mine too!One more time, even if it is plagiarism, there is no evidence, you and me?

Daiyu looked at the row of indigo fonts jumping in front of her, surrounding Wang Jing from all directions.

And Wang Jing was also looking at him at this time, raising the corner of his mouth and showing a smile.

She was covered in intense bright red, and under the refraction of the light, her eyes were also imprinted with a touch of red.

Daiyu was a little surprised, at first she thought she was asking someone to grab a pen.She laments all the poems, and wants to get to know the person behind them.

Didn’t realize it was plagiarism?That’s much more serious than grabbing a pen.

But the evidence, for experts, Wang Jingke is full of flaws.

Daiyu looked at Wang Jing’s slightly smug smile, smiled at her too, and raised her wrist to click on the hanging words beside Wang Jing’s case.

“Since Tao Ling commented on the chapter, Qiangu Gaofeng has talked about it until now? Miss Wang is really talented.”

Daiyu smiled and praised, and when she read the poem carefully, she realized that this was exactly what Mingyi asked herself before.

It seems that King Bei Jing also saw that Wang Jing was plagiarizing, so Mingyi asked Mingyi to test herself to see if she had plagiarized herself.

As soon as she thought of King Jing, Daiyu subconsciously thought of his poems.

Her crow-feather-like long eyelashes drooped slightly, and she wondered a little funny: How can the ability to compose poems with water dissolve to see other people’s plagiarism?

Wang Jing clenched his hands subconsciously, and replied calmly as much as possible: “It’s just a momentary inspiration, and I can’t compare to you.”

Even fewer people were invited to the Huachao Banquet. At this time, when the first one or two spoke, everyone listened attentively.

After all, there is only one person who can get the leader.So there are often one or two fights, if you can persuade the other party before the eldest princess comes, then it will be the focus of this battle.

Daiyu noticed that everyone’s eyes were focused, she smiled peacefully, twirled her fingertips around the rim of the jade cup, and spoke slowly.

“Especially ‘After Tao Ling commented on poems’, the ‘Tao Ling’s comments’ and poems are indeed very good.”

Daiyu paused deliberately to emphasize the punctuation, and then took the time to wait for Wang Jing’s response.

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the people below changed slightly.

Originally, “Tao Ling” refers to Tao Yuanming, but Miss Lin now refers to “Tao Ling Commentary”, which really puzzled them.

What surprised them even more was Wang Jing’s reaction.

Wang Jing originally memorized Daiyu’s poems in his previous life, but he remembered them intermittently in this life.

The word Yongju came to mind temporarily, so there was no time to check the original meaning.

The Wang family believes that a woman’s lack of talent is virtue, and it is already remarkable that she can recite a few poems by herself.

She just thought it was Daiyu who was mocking herself, and after taking a little breath, she still maintained a calm attitude and nodded in agreement: “Yes, he is indeed good.”

At this time, there was a rare commotion below, and Wang Jing’s answer really surprised them, and all the daughters whispered to each other for a while.

When the voice reached Wang Jing’s ears, she didn’t know what happened, and she panicked for a moment.

Daiyu didn’t expect that Wang Jing would fall into such a simple trap.

Deliberately raising her eyebrows and eyes at her, Daiyu asked back one word: “Oh?”

As expected, Wang Jing felt even more guilty, but he was on the verge of breaking out, so he could only cover it up in a deep voice: “Tao Lingping’s poems are really good, that’s why his words have been passed down to this day.”

At this time, there was no longer whispering, but silence.Seeing Daiyu’s slightly surprised expression, the daughters are even more sure:

It was Miss Lin who wanted to make a joke with Miss Wang just now, but accidentally found out… Miss Wang is an idiot?

How did she write her poems?

The daughters conveyed their feelings to each other with their eyes.

Daiyu saw the ink-colored “guilt” on Wang Jing’s head was beating, and just about to push her again, she saw a daughter standing up.

The daughter first saluted Wei Wei to everyone, and then said to Wang Jingrou: “I really want to ask Miss Wang, who is Tao Lingping?”

All the daughters smiled slightly.

Daiyu heard the voice pleasant to the ear, and saw that the girl was even more gentle, her brows were as clear and shallow as a white lotus.

There was a little rouge mole between her eyebrows the size of a grain of rice, and she was smiling softly at herself.

And on her head, big red-gold characters are dancing desperately: Benefactor!Look at me!I am coming!

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