Traveling through ancient times, the spy princess had everything going smoothly

The palace servants also began to get busy.

In the spacious hall, there are exquisite tables and chairs, and on the tables are a wide variety of delicious dishes, exuding tempting aromas.

Melodious and pleasant music sounded in the corners of the palace, adding a romantic and joyful atmosphere to the dinner.

Qinghe was feeling the atmosphere in this lively dinner.

The emperor stood up first and delivered an impassioned speech, welcoming Qinghe's return and highly praising her medical skills.

Everyone responded and raised their glasses to congratulate Qinghe.

The emperor saw that everyone was respectful to Qinghe and announced happily:

“Today’s dinner is a family dinner. When Jing’er comes back, we will hold a welcoming banquet and invite all the ministers and their families to the palace.

Everyone eats well, drinks well, and enjoys the dinner together.”

"Thank you, Your Majesty! Long live the Emperor!"

So everyone toasted each other, listened to music and ate the delicious food on the table.

However, just as the joyful atmosphere was at its peak, a young noblewoman suddenly stood up, looked at Qinghe provocatively, and said loudly:

"I heard that the princess is very talented. I guess she is good at playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. I wonder if she can show us some of them?"

Everyone suddenly became quiet, and all eyes were focused on Qinghe.

Chu Qinghe looked at everyone calmly, her eyes fixed on Shangguan Feier, the granddaughter of her royal grandfather's brothers, who was also one of the girls who had been jealous and dissatisfied with her just now.

Just as Qing He was about to speak, she saw her cousin Shangguan Miner stand up and say with disdain:

"It would be a shame to let Princess An Ning perform alone. If everyone can perform, we can all get to know each other better. Don't you agree?"

Everyone echoed:

"Yeah, let's all come and have some fun!"

"Yes, Princess An Ning grew up in Dasheng, so there must be many things that are different from Daxia. I am looking forward to Princess An Ning's performance."

"I agree."

Everyone was talking about it, some were truly looking forward to it, while others were maliciously fanning the flames.

Qinghe looked at everyone's reactions without saying a word.

At this time, Shangguan Feier smiled evilly and suggested:

"Everyone used to take turns performing, how about we change the way we play and have a talent show?"

Qing He frowned slightly, realizing that someone was trying to embarrass her.

She looked at her steadily, not knowing what expression to use to respond.

I came from the modern times thousands of years later. If you want to embarrass me now, I’m really afraid of making you cry.

Shangguan Min'er saw that she was frowning and thinking deeply and did not answer, so she thought she was afraid and timid.

The emperor was sitting at the top, and when he saw this, he said:

"Fei'er, Min'er, Qinghe just returned home and is tired today. Let's wait for the competition another day!"

Shangguan Fei'er said proudly: "I guess it's Princess An Ning who is timid. In that case, then let's do as the emperor says. No need~~"

"Who said I was scared? I was just thinking about the competition my two cousins ​​mentioned.

Since you guys want to compete, I'll accompany you. What do you two want to compete in?"

Qinghe stood up calmly and replied with a smile.

The emperor smiled and said, "If that's the case, let's talk about how to compete!"

Shangguan Feier stepped forward and bowed, saying:

"Your Majesty, calligraphy, painting and poetry are compulsory courses for women. How about comparing poetry, painting and the art of playing the zither? What do you think?"

Shangguan Chengwei looked at Qinghe and asked her what she meant, and saw Qinghe smiling at him confidently.

He replied: "Okay, let's compare this!"

The first round was poetry. Shangguan Miner took the stage to compete.

The emperor set the topic and asked both parties to write a poem with the flowers in the palace as the theme.

Shangguan Min'er pondered for a moment, then opened her red lips and chanted softly:

"The flowers blossomed as gorgeous as clouds, and their fragrance filled the palace.

The flowers are like brocade, and the colorful flowers are competing for fragrance. "

The voice is clear and pleasant, like a yellow oriole singing in a valley, and the words reveal praise for the gorgeous appearance and rich fragrance of the flowers in the palace.

As soon as this poem came out, everyone applauded.

Princess Min'er is indeed a recognized talented woman in Daxia, and the poems she wrote are so beautiful.

Everyone couldn't help but worry about Princess An Ning's situation. Everyone knew that she came from the common people of Dasheng and probably had no education, so she probably wouldn't be able to write any good poems.

So everyone's eyes were filled with sympathy.

Chu Qinghe smiled slightly and chanted slowly and calmly:

"Last year at this same time, the faces of the people and the peach blossoms reflected each other's redness.

I don't know where to go, but Taohua still smiles at the spring breeze. "

The voice is gentle and melodious, like the sound of nature.

As soon as the words fell, everyone was immersed in the artistic conception of the poem.

Shangguan Qinghong stood up and clapped his hands, "What a great poem!"

Everyone responded.

Qing He listened to the discussion on the side and thought that China had a history of 5,000 years and there was no lack of poetry.

This is a poem written by our ancestors. I can kill you instantly by just borrowing it.

Shangguan Min'er said unhappily: "One poem doesn't count, let's compete with two more."

Qing He smiled and said, "I'll accompany you till the end."

Shangguan Min'er thought for a moment and chanted again: "Hundreds of flowers compete for beauty and fragrance fill the path, with thousands of shapes and forms and endless rhyme."

Chu Qinghe remained calm and composed, chanting slowly: "Beyond the green willows, the morning chill is light; on the branches of the red apricots, spring is in the air."

Shangguan Min'er: "Clusters of flowers reflect the blue sky, and colorful clouds float along with the flowers."

Qing He replied: "The jasper is made into a tall tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down."

The two of them exchanged poems with each other, and the crowd was intoxicated by their wonderful poems, which made them burst into praise from time to time.

Everyone present was shocked:

"Princess An Ning's poem is so poetic."

"I didn't expect that Princess An Ning, at such a young age, could write such beautiful poems."

"Yes, this poem will surely be remembered forever!"

Seeing everyone cheering, the emperor also showed a satisfied smile.

"I declare: In the first match, Princess An Ning wins."

Qing He stood up and bowed: "Thank you, Grandfather."

Shangguan Min'er saw that everyone was praising Princess An Ning's poems, and she reluctantly shook her sleeves and sat down.

Next, two more competitions were held.

The second competition was painting.

The emperor ordered people to prepare paper and pen, and asked the two men to each draw a picture of the beautiful scenery of the palace.

Shangguan Fei'er took part in the painting personally. She wielded her brush very quickly and sketched out a gorgeous palace painting.

She looked at Princess An Ning proudly. Painting was a subject she had studied since she was young. She painted every day and never neglected it even in the coldest days of winter. That was why she was awarded the title of the number one painter in Da Xia. It was no surprise that she would win this competition.

Seeing that Princess An Ning had not started writing for a long time, she felt even more proud and said contemptuously:

"Princess An Ning, have you never learned painting? No wonder. I heard that you grew up in a farming family. It's normal that you don't understand these things.

You can come to me to learn from me in the future, and I will definitely be happy to teach you."

Qinghe ignored her and thought about it carefully in her mind.

Just when everyone thought she was going to give up, she gently picked up the paintbrush.

The fingers hold the pen holder flexibly, as if they are one with the brush.

The brushstrokes are used smoothly and naturally, sometimes soft and delicate, sometimes strong and powerful.

Every movement is so skillful and confident, as if performing a gorgeous artistic dance.

While everyone was immersed in watching her concentrate on painting, she had already painted a beautiful picture of the palace.