Both worlds are like dreams

"There are so many talented women in Shangyang City. Are they all a good match for the prince of Jingguo?"

Du Mengyao smiled proudly, "Minmin is proficient in everything from music, chess, calligraphy, painting, singing, dancing, and poetry. How can an ordinary woman compare to her?"

"Really?" Mo Xingyue raised her eyebrows. "But Princess Minmin only won two games when she challenged Qin Ji. You are praising her like this today. Isn't that a slap in her face? How can Princess Minmin feel embarrassed?"

Kang Minmin's face froze, and Du Mengyao was speechless for a moment.

Mo Xingyue continued, "Although Xiyue lost in the competition between the two countries, how many of us went on the field? Among all of you present, there were also those who lost. Have you all forgotten? Princess Minmin is indeed very talented in writing, but Miss Du, you are praising her like this, is that any difference from flattery?"

Xue Huang was watching the fun from the side. How come Mo Xingyue's mouth was so much sharper than before? She was very blunt when she was talking to people. Not bad, not bad. She had the demeanor of a princess.

Du Mengyao was obviously angry, but because of Princess Mo Xingyue's status, she didn't dare to be arrogant anymore. She blushed a little. "Three years ago, the two countries competed. Sister Minmin did win only two games, but three years later, her talent is better than before. She may not be a match for Qin Ji."

Seeing that she was getting more and more angry with Mo Xingyue, Kang Minmin was afraid that she would say something inappropriate, so she quickly tried to smooth things over, "Mengyao, stop praising me. It's a fact that I lost to Qin Ji. If we fight again, I may not win."

"Sister Minmin, you are too modest. Your talent has long been the best in Shangyang City." Du Mengyao said.

"With Princess Xingyue's Magnificent Dance and Princess Changle's Free and Easy Sword Dance in the past, how dare Minmin claim to be the best?"

"How about this, we can improvise a game of flying flowers. This flower viewing party is quite elegant." Du Mengyao looked at Mo Xingyue, "What do you think, Princess Xingyue?"

Mo Xingyue thought to herself: With Wei Xuehuang here, why would this princess be afraid of you? So she agreed without thinking, "Okay."

Xuehuang looked at her in surprise. Could it be that she had read so much poetry and literature in the past three years that she could even compose poetry?

However, after Mo Xingyue agreed, he looked at Xue Huang, his eyes full of words that said: It's up to you.

Xue Huang: I really want to strangle you to death.

Du Mengyao had also studied poetry for a few years, so she said, "Then let's take 'the moon' as the topic for the first round. We will form a group of two. Those who can't answer will be eliminated automatically and punished with a glass of wine."

"What about the winner?" Mo Xingyue asked.

Kang Minmin said, "Let's use the last flower we want to show today."

Everyone agreed and was quite excited.

During the competition between the two countries, Xue Huang's poem spread throughout the streets and alleys of Shangyang City almost overnight, attracting countless literati and scholars to praise it. Some even burned all the poems they had written in their lives because none of them could compare to hers. In addition, the swordsmanship she performed while reciting the poem made her an unbeatable legend in the literary world. Kang Minmin almost lost her reputation as a talented woman. Now, three years have passed, and everyone is very curious whether Princess Changle, who looked as cold as ice and snow as if everything in front of her had nothing to do with her, is still unbeatable.

Du Mengyao's little trick worked, so she smiled and said, "Then I'll go first. The moon is full against the jade cup tonight, and the moon shadow and the reed flowers are in perfect harmony."

Ye Xun was the second to speak, "The moon shines on the lake, the wild geese are low in the sky, and the reflections are swaying and the love is long."

Next is a beautiful girl, "In the autumn hall, the moon is shining brightly, and I look at the cold moon and worry about the battle."

Then Kang Minmin said, "Only fairies fly through the moon, how many times will the autumn moon and spring breeze return?"

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The young ladies in the pavilion walked around, and some simply admitted defeat and drank a glass of wine.

Soon it was Xue Huang and Mo Xingyue's turn. Xue Huang had no interest in these boring competitions, but Mo Xingyue, this idiot, had no idea how to do it and kept poking her under the table.

In desperation, she had to pray to the heaven: I would like to borrow the great works of the sages for a while, and I will definitely repay them if I have the chance in the future.

Before anyone here could speak, Du Mengyao asked, "Princess Changle, do you have any concerns?"

"No." Xue Huang said lightly.

"Then why haven't you spoken yet? It's very easy to use the word "moon" to make a flying flower order." Du Mengyao said with a smile.

A woman beside her also said: "I heard that Princess Changle has been traveling among the people these years. I guess her mind is not on poetry, right?"

"I really don't have the heart to write poetry," Xue Huang said calmly, "but when I was walking among the mountains and rivers, I was inspired and could still write a few lines of emotion."

"Please give me some advice, Princess Changle." Kang Minmin said with a smile.

Xue Huang took a walnut and crushed it with a "crack", then handed the walnut kernel inside to Mo Xingyue, and then said lightly: "The bright moon shines on the branches, startling the magpie, and the gentle breeze makes the cicadas sing in the middle of the night."

Everyone was stunned, first shocked at her strength, and then amazed at her poetry.

Du Mengyao's eyes flashed with dissatisfaction, and then she continued: "The moon is dim, the flowers are idle, and the night is deep. The scenery is so joyful and long."

Ye Xun thought for a moment and said, "The fog is thick, the moon is thin, and the stars are bright. The bright moon is always the same every year."

Seeing that no one spoke, Kang Minmin said, "The moon is dim, the wind is gentle, the pavilion is deep, the lake is flat, the moon is high up in the sky."

Xuehuang looked up and found that everyone's eyes were on her. Apparently it didn't matter whether they won or not. What they cared about was who would win in the end between her and Kang Minmin.

In this case, I will play with you. Xue Huang said without thinking: "The beauty of April on earth is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom."

Du Mengyao frowned and said aloud: "Flowers are in the bright moon and butterflies are dreaming, the first month of the year is half red."

Ye Xun seemed to understand something, so she didn't say anything.

Kang Minmin continued, "The flowers in the small courtyard are falling in the evening, and the moonlight is caressing the piano and couch in front of the window."

"We all have great aspirations and want to fly, to reach up to the sky and embrace the bright moon." said Xue Huang.

Du Mengyao was silent now, so Kang Minmin had to continue: "Dew is like light rain and the moon is like frost, the rain is lonely and the moon is sad."

"The moon shines brightly over the sea, and the pearls shed tears. The jade in the blue field emits smoke in the warm sun."

Kang Minmin couldn't help but admire the poem in her heart. The parallelism was neat and the artistic conception was gorgeous. It was simply impeccable, but she refused to admit defeat. "The snow is quiet and the smoke is deep in the jade house. The smoke and moon are gray and the wind is rustling."

Xue Huang smiled and said, "People today cannot see the moon of the past, but this moon once shone on the ancients. The ancients and people today are like flowing water, and we all look at the bright moon in the same way. I only wish that when I sing and drink, the moonlight will always shine in the golden cup."

As soon as this poem came out, a woman with a bright voice shouted: "Good poem! Good poem!"

The other daughters also started to discuss these poems in a low voice. Du Mengyao was not convinced and looked at Kang Minmin, asking her to continue. But Kang Minmin was disappointed. Her poems were not as good as any of Xuehuang's. It was no wonder that Master Qinglan, who had never been close to any woman, favored her.

"The princess is extremely talented in writing. Minmin admits defeat."