Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

The six arts of a gentleman and the eight graces of a woman are not much different wherever you go. The Nanxing Kingdom adopts the method of playing for the common good.

Round 1: The simplest flying flower order, the selected sentence should not exceed seven words.

Six people are selected from the hall and ordered to take the order in the order of their seats. Within 30 breaths, those who fail to take the order will be punished by drinking, dancing, singing, etc.

Ruan Chuyin sat upright with a serious expression, because the damn Lu Yinnian actually became interested and took the initiative to recommend her to the emperor to participate.

"I have heard that my niece-in-law is extremely beautiful and talented, and has the ability to write poems about snow. Today is a good opportunity to appreciate her charm, very good!" Emperor Nanxing agreed happily.

The Zhenbei Wang family was stunned, their eyes glaring at Lu Yinnian. Nanxing Emperor suddenly grew suspicious. Could it be that Uncle Wang didn't want that girl to go on stage? But the words had already been spoken, so what could he do?

Ruan Chuyin was on pins and needles, knowing she was about to be tricked again. But she still wanted to put up a fight, so she replied, "Your Majesty, your compliments are unbelievable. Chuyin can only write a few simple poems, and Prince Beiyue is so kind."

"There's no need to be so modest, Madam. The poem Madam wrote that day at the literary competition at the eight great academies is still fresh in my memory, me and Ziyi." As if fearing she might have forgotten, Lu Yinnian recited that refreshing little poem: The sky will cast its moon tonight, washing the world clean. Summer retreats, the skies clear, autumn clears, and the scenery is pure. The stars shine, the wind and dew shimmer, crystal clear. It can transform the human world, and it is the Jade Capital.

The whole place erupted in excitement when the words fell. King Zhenbei laughed heartily. He knew that his grandson's wife was a capable person.

Xiang Yunchi originally wanted to take on this matter for his wife, but after listening to the poem, he thought it was very good and that he himself might not be able to write a better one, so he immediately calmed down.

"This poem is wonderful, and my niece-in-law is a wonderful person. No need to be so modest," Emperor Nanxing said with a smile. The Empress Nanxing beside him echoed, "Yes! Winning or losing isn't important; what matters is participation."

Yue Wuyu pondered the poem recited by Prince Beiyue and cast a probing glance at Ruan Chuyin. He remembered Wanrong had once told him that this girl was an orphan. How could an orphan compose poetry of this caliber? Not even Hao Rong could do it. He immediately concluded that Yun Chi's wife was lying and must be from a prominent family. The question then arose: what kind of family would force such a beautiful girl to leave her homeland?

The participants who have been confirmed so far include Ruan Chuyin, Beiyue’s two distinguished guests and Crown Prince Hao Zhuchen.

Two more left.

Hao Rong really wanted to go on stage, but she was ignorant and was afraid of losing face if she showed off her strength, so she had to give up.

The ladies in the audience were torn as they saw the two crown princes and the renowned Imperial Preceptor Zhou take the stage. They wanted to go, but their abilities were limited. If they didn't, they'd miss out on a chance to shine.

Minister of War Shi Daoyin stood up and saluted, saying, "Your Majesty, your humble servant, your daughter Shi Congxin, is willing to give it a try."

what?

Shi Congxin shook his jade chopsticks, and a piece of honey suddenly slipped off.

"Mom, is Dad crazy?" She was so anxious that she pulled her mother's clothes under the table and said in a low voice.

"Silly girl, your father is helping you! If not now, when?" Fang Susu was more open-minded than her husband and didn't care whether her daughter won or lost. What she wanted was to interact with the prince from the heart. As long as she could leave the slightest impression on the prince, she would win.

"My dear Lord Shi, the painting 'Hundred Flowers' that your daughter created for last year's palace banquet is bold in color and profound in conception, truly astonishing. I'm very much looking forward to her performance today." Emperor Nanxing was worried that no one would raise their hands. He was still short of one, and it would be even better if another noble lady could participate.

But what no one expected was that the Prince's tutor Yue Wu Yu actually took the stage in person.

Xiang Wanrong looked at him in surprise, then smiled knowingly. Her husband must have come up to help out because he was worried about Hatsune. Then he comforted his daughter-in-law, "Don't worry, your second father is here too."

Second father? Prince Taifu?

Ruan Chuyin couldn't help but look at him. He was dressed in a dark blue official robe, standing straight, his gaze piercing, and his aura captivating. Although he was older, his facial features still retained the beauty of his youth. And her second father was also looking at her. His eyes, lightly smiling, held a hint of scrutiny, making him look a little intimidating.

When everyone was present, Emperor Nanxing decided on the keyword "Spring".

It is spring now, which is both appropriate and timely.

Everyone who comes is a guest, starting with Prince Beiyue.

"I sleep in spring and do not wake up until dawn, when I hear birds singing everywhere." Lu Yinnian said the first word "spring".

Next it was Hao Zhuchen's turn: "Tanchun is not for mulberry, Tanchun is not for wheat."

After saying this, he turned his gaze to Shi Congxin. This girl was pushed onto the stage by her own father in the dark, and before she could recover from her shock, she was struck by the prince's stunning beauty. Her mind was blank, how could she write poetry!

Shi Daoyin and Fang Susu coughed furiously as time ran out. "Being eliminated in the first round would be too humiliating. At least they made it through one round!" Besides, it wasn't that difficult.

At the critical moment, Shi Congxin came back to his senses and remembered a line from a poem he had memorized: "The spring mountains are far away above the river, and the evening clouds are long below the mountains."

After saying this, the Minister of War and his wife breathed a sigh of relief. If they lost later, so be it, it wouldn't be shameful.

The hall was silent, and everyone was staring intently at the six people on the stage, not even willing to breathe.

Next up was Zhou Ziyi. He gazed intently at the beauty before him and chanted, "Spring grass grows in the pond, and birds sing in the garden willows."

Ruan Chuyin held her breath after hearing this. How the hell did she know how to play Feihua Ling?

After four people had gone through this, they had sort of figured out the rules of the game. When it was her turn, the fifth word of the poem had to include the word "spring."

In a moment of desperation, a great poet blurted out: "Beauty does not compete for spring, but only announces the arrival of spring."

When it came to the Grand Tutor, the topic suddenly changed. He said, "Yes, do you have the complete poem?"

Everyone was a little unsure of the Grand Tutor's intentions. The Feihua Ling (Flying Flower Order) allowed players to use learned poems or improvise. What was the meaning of this?

Xiang Yunchi stared at Yue Wuyu with a puzzled look on his face: "Timeout! Violation!"

"Mom, what does Second Dad mean?"

Xiang Wanrong was also wondering, and she and Wu Shuhong looked at each other, with confusion in their eyes.

The King of Zhenbei doesn't think so. His second son-in-law never does anything meaningless.

"No." Ruan Chuyin immediately interrupted his thoughts. Unexpectedly, the experienced Yue Wuyu asked her to complete the story in public.

Didn’t mother say that second father came here specially to help her?

A pair of beautiful eyes looked at her mother-in-law suspiciously.

Xiang Wanrong was furious and glared at Yue Wuyu with red eyes.

Damn man, he turned his face away when I didn't take him with me once. Wait!

Wu Shuhong and Yue Wuyu had been fighting openly and covertly for decades, so he was quite familiar with this "brother." He wasn't so petty as to be so narrow-minded. He patted his wife's hand and asked her to calm down.

Emperor Nanxing didn't understand why the Grand Tutor did this, but since things had come to this point, the girl was definitely not going to escape. He smiled and encouraged her, "My dear niece, why don't you finish your poem? I want to hear it too."