Quick Transmigration: Hosts, We're Only Responsible for Counterattacking

Chapter 43 A Lifetime of Glory and Peace (12)

Rouhuan wanted to make a sarcastic remark, but was stopped by her close friends. She could only say reluctantly, "What the Empress has done is probably the best. How dare we sisters embarrass ourselves?"

Hearing this, Hong Zhaodi breathed a sigh of relief. Dancing was alright; after all, she had been in the capital for a while and was quite interested in it. However, writing poetry was almost impossible for her. There were many children in her family, and the opportunity to study was reserved for her younger brother. Even her eldest sister had never touched a book.

She had intended to study hard when she came here, but she just couldn't keep up.

Furthermore, the saying goes that a woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent. These noble ladies can write so many poems, yet they still don't marry as well as she does.

Shen Yingxue casually picked up a delicate and vibrant peony. "Rouhuan, you're mistaken. We're not trying to be the top scholar, so why bother ranking us? Whether it's good or bad, it's just for fun." She glanced around and smiled sweetly. "Since no one else is coming, I'll give it a try first."

“A touch of red, intoxicating the heart, claiming to receive spring's grace. The garden is full of spring colors, yet she stands alone, elegant and graceful.” After reciting, Shen Yingxue half-covered her face with her round fan, her clear, cool eyes full of laughter. She walked up to the woman in blue who had spoken earlier and chuckled, “I’m done, now it’s your turn, Yunxin.”

The woman in blue, called Yunxin, was also helpless. She walked to the side, where a cluster of elegant black chrysanthemums stood before her. She hesitated for a long time, then looked up at them with some difficulty. "Yunxin knows she has no talent, and hopes that all the other sisters will not laugh at me."

As soon as these words were spoken, low laughter came from all around, though it did not sound malicious.

Her steps were light and slow, her eyes filled with joy. It was clear that she really liked this flower. The delicate petals surrounded the pistil, giving it a unique and noble quality.

Some of these flower seeds were tributes from other countries, while others were specially cultivated by the flower shop with great care. They were originally intended to be used after the concubines were added to the harem, but now Shen Yun has taken advantage of all of them.

After pondering for a moment, Yunxin said, "My body is pure and my heart is fragrant, I do not flatter the world with purple and yellow. Though the cold wind and rain may break my branches, each flower is deep and dark in ink." After saying this, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then gave a wink to a woman opposite her.

After that, the group chatted casually for a few minutes, but it took quite a while.

Shen Yun carefully observed Hong Zhaodi's expression from above, and felt a little relieved. So the female lead wasn't good at everything after all. She thought to herself, "Is poetry and prose really something a human can create?"

2345 retorted casually, "[That's because they haven't studied for long enough. Host, you should have lived long enough.]"

Shen Yun's grin froze, and she said coldly, "You bastard, look at the wine glass in my hand."

2345: ? ? ? [What's wrong with the wine glass?] It's made of 24K pure gold, and it looks luxurious but is also very tacky.

Shen Yun said, enunciating each word clearly: "Look at this wine glass. Doesn't it look like a sharp weapon that will be smashed on your head in a few minutes?"

The system, with its strong survival instincts, quickly showered the host with compliments: "Oh dear, what I really meant was that you, host, must be incredibly learned and knowledgeable. This kind of banquet is hardly worthy of your intellectual prowess."

Although his words were incoherent, Shen Yun, considering that this scoundrel was ignorant, decided to forgive him out of kindness.

After the word had spread among several people, the final decision rested with the woman in yellow. She glanced nervously at Yunxin, a worried expression on her face.

Yunxin, who was standing to the side, frowned slightly and shook her head.

She gritted her teeth, ignoring her gaze, and instead walked towards Hong Zhaodi. "I see that Princess Deshu possesses an extraordinary air about her; I suppose she could offer her critique." With that, she gave a playful smile and winked at Hong Zhaodi.
Having the desire to stand out is one thing, but having the ability is another. Although Hong Zhaodi wanted to make a name for herself with a poem, reality was harsh. She couldn't understand many of the poems written by these noble ladies, let alone write one herself. Moreover, although she didn't want to admit it, everyone here knew her background. She was now, after all, a county princess, with a status higher than many of the people here. Who would use this to mock her for no reason?

The woman before me had her beautiful hair tied back, adorned with two pale yellow palace flowers. Her eyes were moist, like those of a newborn fawn.

Hong Zhaodi then looked at Shen Yun. Yes, it must have been this vicious woman who instigated it.

Shen Yun looked completely innocent, but this expression didn't last long. She had 2345 bring up a standard villainous female supporting character's expression.

He didn't learn it very thoroughly; he was seven parts proud and three parts contemptuous.

It's the kind of attack that's indiscriminate.

After being looked at like that, everyone felt as if they were being treated as trash, but that must be an illusion.

2345 was simply unbearable to look at, but then it thought, no matter what, as long as the mission can be completed, what happens to the female lead is not of much concern to it. Yes, that's it.

Hong Zhaodi knew this in her heart, but she simply couldn't refuse.

Seeing this, she glanced around quickly, but couldn't find anything familiar to her.

After walking for a while, she spotted a familiar flower. She stopped to look at it; its rose-red petals were tightly wrapped, and the delicate buds emitted a faint fragrance. Her eyes lit up; she hadn't expected to find such a flower here.

Therefore, there is no distinction between noble and lowly; it is simply a matter of where one comes from.

"Flowers bloom differently in different places, but today they all seem alike. The country roses are as red as fire, no less beautiful than those in the palace." After finishing her poem, Hong Zhaodi couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

Shen Yingxue glanced at her in surprise, then covered half her face with a handkerchief, her shoulders still trembling.

The others covered their mouths with handkerchiefs and chuckled softly.

Rouhuan couldn't help but scoff, "The roses in the countryside are as red as fire. I was born in the capital and have always seen and admired famous flowers. I have never seen the rose that Princess Deshu mentioned. Can it really compare to the flowers in the palace?"

Hong Zhaodi looked at her with a slight doubt, "I've never seen a rose before, isn't this one?"

Shen Yingxue couldn't help but stand up and laugh, "Princess Deshu, you may not know, but these are roses, not the roses you mentioned." After saying that, she didn't continue laughing, but the smile in her eyes hadn't faded.

"Do you really think we've never seen a rose before? I spent more than half a month at the farm with my mother before the New Year. Roses and rose bushes are very different. If you don't understand, you don't understand. Why use such vulgar language? It's really not worthy of being called elegant."

I am now a licensed driver.

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