Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

The three golden flowers looked at Ruan Chuyin anxiously, and the others seemed to have the same worries, and the atmosphere became quiet tacitly.

Some talented people who had already come up with the answers were so eager to write down the poems and put them in her hands.

The Duke and Duchess of Zhenguo felt the same way as the Prince of Linhuai, silently praying that their daughter-in-law wouldn't do anything. If Guanzhi knew that Chuyin had suddenly become the Crown Princess, who knew how mad he would be. He was really worried that he would stab the Crown Prince as well.

In the center of the hall, next to the long table.

Ruan Chuyin repeatedly considered the three works in her hand, and finally decided to avoid the regular script and chose a palindrome poem written in official script and handed it to the three reviewers.

Cai Zhiyuan was the first to reach out and take it. He shook it gently twice and looked at it carefully.

The handwriting is well-arranged, the horizontal and vertical lines are straight, the brushstrokes are flying, and the control is well-controlled. Good handwriting!

Judging from the style of the brush, it is thick and ancient yet elegant and beautiful, combining both rigidity and flexibility, and both squareness and roundness.

The more Cai Zhiyuan read, the more shocked he became. He didn't expect that the Princess of Linhuai looked delicate, but her bold and unruly style was full of vigor and momentum, not inferior to men at all.

As the handwriting reflects the person, he immediately concluded that Ruan Chuyin must be a girl with a gentle appearance and a strong heart.

Reading the poem again, my heart suddenly surged with uncontrollable emotion, and I recited aloud: "Drawings in the painted pavilion, the painted curtains are drawn, who is tied to my thoughts, who is tied to my thoughts? Shadows play with the branches of flowers, flowers play with shadows, silk threads are tied to willow threads, willow threads are tied to silk. Tears are rippled on her face, tears are rippled on her face, her brows are dark with sorrow, her brows are dark with sorrow. The night is long, the cold lamp is cold, the night is long, I dream of returning home again and again." (From "Spring Boudoir" by Li Yang of the Qing Dynasty)

"Brilliant!" Yue Heng's eyes lit up. This palindrome style, with each first half of the sentence forming a palindrome with the second half, has a unique rhythm and is a typical palindrome style. It is a testament to the author's literary skills and creativity, surpassing even the Qinghe County Princess in terms of structural difficulty alone.

Jiang Xuanzhou was completely stunned, suddenly feeling that he didn't understand his wife at all. Not only did he feel this way, but even the Duke and his wife felt the same way, their eyes turning towards their daughter-in-law becoming unfamiliar.

Jiang Wenzhou jumped up from his seat in excitement. As expected, this was the woman he'd chosen. How many more surprises could she bring him? He immediately stepped forward to take the poem, saying "good" three times in a row.

The neat and strong handwriting caught his eye, its iron-like strokes and silver-like hooks concealing a spirit, adding a touch of elegance and grace. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that an eighteen-year-old girl could write such a moving and beautiful handwriting. He was so amazed that he only cared about admiring it and forgot to comment on it in detail.

Many people in the room stretched their necks to see what was going on, but the angle at which His Royal Highness the Crown Prince raised his head was too small for them to see clearly.

"How is this possible! Impossible!" Sun Wanning was so shocked when she saw the crown being placed on her head that she lost her composure and shouted.

Jiang Wenzhou glanced at her indifferently and handed the work in his hand to her, making her completely give up the idea of ​​entering the Eastern Palace.

Two lines of clear tears fell, and the deep reluctance dripped onto the white deer paper, blurring the last word "期".

"Princess Qinghe!" Jiang Wenzhou's breathing stagnated, and it was too late when he wanted to take it back.

It was as if a thunder exploded in the sky, and countless dark clouds gathered around him and kept rolling. A fierce look appeared between his handsome brows, which was completely different from his previous gentle and humble temperament. Sun Wanning was so scared that he took two steps back and turned around to run back to Lu Yinnian.

Lu Yinnian's heart was also filled with resentment. Although her failure did not affect his plan, she was still his "chess piece" that he had painstakingly cultivated for ten years, pouring countless efforts into her. Now, losing two games in a row was a real slap in his face!

He turned to look at Ruan Chuyin. He had noticed her little movements earlier, and it seemed there was more than one poem on the long table. He then forced a smile and walked forward politely, "Princess Linhuai, would you mind letting me appreciate two of your other masterpieces?"

At this time, everyone's attention was drawn away from Jiang Wenzhou and turned to the two of them.

"Oh? Hatsune Miku has other works? Read them to me." Emperor Dayong's eyes lit up with interest. He winked at the three commentators.

Minister of Personnel, Lord Yan, happily picked up the other two pieces of white deer paper and said to Lu Yinnian, "Your Highness, Princess Linhuai, why not let me and Lord Cai show them to you all?"

Ruan Chuyin's heart suddenly began to beat violently. Could she say no?

She borrowed those two works from the works of Qin Guan, one of the Four Scholars of the Su School, and Dongpo, a scholar of Huaihai. Their poetic power and exquisite conception were beyond the reach of ordinary people, so she kept them as backups. Now, it was about to fall over. Suddenly, a chill ran down her back, and her legs weakened. Fortunately, a long table nearby kept her from toppling over.

Before she could get a breath of fresh air, Lord Yan had already read it out loudly with great emotion.

"I returned from admiring the flowers like a flying horse. The wine had barely left my body. When I woke up from the wine it was already dusk. When I woke up it was already dusk. I returned from admiring the flowers like a flying horse."

The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The next second, Emperor Dayong was the first to slam the table and stand up, shouting, "Excellent! Hatsune, you truly amaze me!"

Everyone present was at a loss for words as to how to describe their feelings at the moment. Many men covered their chests with their hands, their eyes blazing with fanaticism. Jiang Xuanzhou stood upright, his pupils trembling again and again.

This is a circular palindrome! My God, his wife can even do this!

Looking at the work in Lord Yan's hand, it was cursive script! He sighed again, wondering what else his princess couldn't do!

Lu Yinnian stared at the "masterpiece" in disbelief: each stroke flowed like a dragon, like clouds and mist, the brush swift and powerful, its movements changing with each stroke. For the first time in his life, he had seen a woman write cursive so fluently, and his heartstrings, never touched before, trembled violently. This numbing sensation, like being struck by lightning, made him feel that he had met this once-in-a-century talent too late.

"The literary talent of Princess Linhuai is just like you, stunning and unparalleled. I was unforgettable and fell in love with her at first sight." He leaned close to the beauty's ear and whispered the last four words with a chuckle in a voice that only they could hear.

The unexpected intimate action not only scared Ruan Chuyin, but also made the two men not far away look pale in an instant.

Just as Jiang Xuanzhou was about to explode, he heard an even louder voice.

Cai Zhiyuan twisted his beard excitedly and recited the poem he believed would be immortalized through the ages:

"The tide follows the dark waves, and the snow-capped mountains lean; fishing boats in the distant bay fish for the bright moon. Across the bridge from the temple gate lies a small pine path; by the threshold lies the spring, and the rocks are clear. The distant green river stretches to the horizon at dawn, and the sea is covered with misty red clouds at sun-clear. Looking from afar, clouds meet the water on all sides, and a thousand green peaks are counted among the clear and bright prairie clouds."

After reading it, everyone's expressions were completely numb.

What did they hear? Another palindrome. Princess Linhuai also wrote connected palindrome poems with such ease. And this one is in regular script.

In just half an incense stick, he composed three masterpieces in a row, using three different scripts. Is this something an ordinary person can do?

However, they never doubted the authenticity of the work, because these three poems had never been published, and their advantages in writing style made them have no doubt about the real talent and knowledge of the Princess of Linhuai.

Holy crap! Words like "brilliantly talented," "richly learned," "rising like a dragon and a phoenix," and "prominently prominent" are no longer enough to describe the literary prowess she holds in everyone's hearts. Cai Zhiyuan feels that from today on, the title of Dayong's greatest scholar can be relinquished.

"Princess Linhuai, could you please give me this work of art?" he asked shamelessly.

"Princess Linhuai, could you please give me this piece of cursive calligraphy? I will come to your house to express my gratitude one day!" The Minister of Rites snatched the "masterpiece" from Lord Yan's hand without any moral integrity, ran to Ruan Chuyin with a smile, and asked for the work.

"Yue Heng! Do you still have any shame?" Yan An's hands were empty, his heart twisted violently, and he rushed forward to snatch it back from him.

Since it's in his hands, it's his. A gentleman doesn't take away what others like. Doesn't this old man, at his age, understand this?

Ruan Chuyin stared in amazement at the two important ministers who were arguing with each other in the red ears. Fearing that she would be affected later, she took a step back in shame, but inadvertently fell into the arms of Lu Yinnian behind her.

"It smells so good." There was a hint of ruffian in the lazy voice, like a wisp of smoke floating into her ears. The itchy heat and the big hand around her waist startled her again. She turned her head suddenly, raised her eyebrows, and the four lips almost touched. The mellow fragrance of the jade liquid overflowing from the lips penetrated her nostrils, and she was intoxicated for a moment.

"Prince Beiyue, I hope you will respect yourself!" Jiang Xuanzhou grabbed his wife and brought her back to her seat. His fists were clenched in his sleeves so tightly that they made a creaking sound, and he was about to swing them down.

Jiang Wenzhou's eyes darkened, and his gaze towards Lu Yinnian gradually became dangerous. This Beiyue Prince had quite a big appetite. He not only wanted his power, but also his woman. It was a nice thought.

"Hatsune, why did you move into his arms just now?" Jiang Xuanzhou was so angry that he stared at the beautiful girl in his arms and asked angrily.

"I didn't pay attention for a moment and thought there was no one behind me. It's all a misunderstanding, don't think too much about it." Ruan Chuyin explained.

"Do you dare to swear that you are not interested in Lu Yinnian?" Jiang Xuanzhou was so angry that he became relentless.

"I swear, do you believe it?" Ruan Chuyin had no time to look at the handsome guy now. Her whole heart was hanging on those two works. She hoped that she could pass the test smoothly.

Jiang Xuanzhou didn't expect her to respond so readily. He felt a pang of air hanging in his chest, neither going up nor down, so he had to digest it slowly.

The results of the competition are now clear. Princess Linhuai has won two games in a row, and there is no doubt that she will enter the Eastern Palace.

But Sun Wanning suddenly went crazy and insisted on having another match.

Firstly, guests are welcome. Secondly, the Great Yong Emperor couldn't bear to refuse the beauty's wishes and agreed to her request on the spot. Even if Sun Wanning won the third round, so what? The position of Crown Princess would still belong to the Princess of Linhuai. As for her, she could only obediently enter the palace and enjoy a warm pillow and warm quilt.