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Chapter 197: Ten Fu Jin Poetry Surprised Four Seats 3

Mr. Xiao Nalan believes that the tenth prince and the eighth prince are so good that they will not change just because Mongolia Fujin lost a poem, so he should be in harmony with Prince An's little princess at the moment.

Prince An's little princess was encouraged by this and stood up with a smile: "Shifujin, you are a talented woman. If it is inconvenient to write poems in Chinese, it will be the same for you in Mongolian. We are all proficient in Manchu, Chinese and Mongolian.

I can understand and understand.”

So if Yuan Wense uses Chinese and hasn’t learned Chinese for long, she won’t be able to push back! This will cut off her escape route.

Yuan Wense didn't want to be in the limelight at first, but when he thought about it, he took this opportunity to let Lao Shi and the eldest brother break up first. You must know that Kangxi loves the prince now, so it is right to follow the prince. Unexpectedly, the fourth master has always been like this from the beginning.

Are you following the prince closely?

She stood up with a smile, saluted generously, and asked: "Second brother, the prince, my younger brother and sister are from your faction, is that okay?"

What the hell are the names of Chen’s siblings?

Everyone had suppressed their laughter. Looking at Lao Shi’s dark face and foul mouth, they didn’t dare to laugh, for fear of being silenced by the idiot Shi.

What kind of person is the prince? He stood up generously and gracefully, made an invitation gesture, and said: "Excellent! I'll help you... my brothers and sisters!"

Prince An snorted coldly, "You invite me first?"

The original text said: "You are younger, you go first." She had to save some time to think about whether she could read some modern poetry or something.

Master Mao's poems are too grand, and Xu Zhimo is in modern style. Who will he prostitute? Oh, there are too many male gods to go whoring, and he is almost committing a selective disorder!

An Xiaoge was indeed quite talented. It didn't take long for him to point to the osmanthus wine on the table and write: "In the middle of the moon, there are guests who have divided the seeds. No flower in the world dares to compete with the fragrance. The poplars and willow catkins have no talent and thought, and they are only suitable for making flowers all over the sky."

Xuefei.”

[This is a prostitution poem, but it is a grafting of two poems. It mainly wants to express Xiaogege’s contempt for the original Wense. I really can’t think of any poems that can start a fight.]

An Xiaogege's poem said that she was like a sweet-scented osmanthus, and no one in the world dared to fight with it. At the same time, she said that the original text had no talent, and was as cheap and useless as the catkins of poplars and willows!

But as a battle between two factions, it can be said that the eldest brother has the demeanor of a king, and no one can fight with him! The others are just catkins!

The fireworks were more powerful than the group of men just now.

When this poem was written, it was of such high standard and profound artistic conception that the eldest brother knew that he was sure to win. At that moment, he really looked at An Xiaogege highly. This little girl really has some political talent, but

He was young and spoiled, so he lost his innocence!

The prince glanced at the girl with a half-smile. He would not be angry over such a trivial matter, but this girl dared to compare him to a willow catkin. Is this disrespect meant by the elders in Prince An's family? Look back.

Tell the Crown Princess that women's affairs should be left to women.

Everyone praised him, and Ba Fujin said with a smile: "This is all a joke of my cousin. Don't mess around with Shi Fujin. Let's go back and drink some osmanthus wine and taste the fragrance that no flower in the world dares to compete with."

.”

This was said in an elegant manner, which relieved Yuan Wense's embarrassment and showed her sister-in-law demeanor. Everyone cheered her up, even the eighth prince smiled.
Chapter completed!
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