In the years of famine, I was well versed in history and pampered the Northern Army

Hearing Xu Qingyin say this, although he also knew that these words would definitely win enough favor in front of these ladies, she only wanted to decide the winner in her heart.

After all, she had just lost face, which was something she had fought for with great difficulty. When she felt superior in front of Xu Qingyin, she absolutely could not give up.

She herself said that she had no ability before. Qi Feixu was so happy that she almost lost control of her expression. She was just waiting for Xu Qingyin to make a fool of herself in front of her so that the title of the most noble lady in the capital would be returned to her immediately.

"Sister, you're really embarrassing me by saying that. What ability do I have? Sister has been in the countryside all her life. I'm afraid she's much more lively and free-spirited than you. Her poems will definitely surpass yours by a wide margin."

Without further ado, it was soon time for the competition they mentioned.

"Sister, I know you may not have seen much of the capital in your past life in the countryside. The poems we recited in the capital won't be difficult for you. Today, you can start with a few words. But since spring is the theme, it's the simplest of these poems. What do you think?"

"I didn't expect that my sister would still be thinking about me at this time. I am so grateful. Since my sister said so, of course I am willing to do it."

After saying this, the ladies in the capital city once again lost their good impression of Qi Feixu. They didn't expect that Xu Qingyin would be so considerate and considerate of them in everything.

However, although Wing Chun's poems are the simplest subjects, they are also the most difficult. Everything that can be written about has already been written about by predecessors. What's more, she has little experience in poetry in her daily life. If she writes about such a popular subject, it will be even more obvious that there are many loopholes.

Ordinary people may not be able to see the malice in this, but if you look into it a little deeper, it will make people feel creepy.

After finishing Qi Fei's preface, he began to recite his own poems:

"The poem I thought of today is based on the simple theme of Wing Chun. It won't be difficult for you, sister. I just said a few words casually. Please don't laugh at me."

"How could that be? I've heard of your great reputation in the capital. I'm sure you'll stun everyone today. I think it's you who should be the one not to be embarrassed."

After the pleasantries were exchanged, Qi Feixu began to recite the poem he had just written:

"The willow branches dance softly, reflecting the clear sky; the shadows of flowers sway in the evening breeze. The swallows chirp and the orioles sing melodiously; butterflies flit and bees dance in joy. The blue waves ripple, fish play; the green hills stretch out in thick green. The spring scenery fills the garden and cannot be contained; everywhere in the world is its fragrance."

He had just finished reading and no one was talking when he saw those dandy young men who usually loved to pretend to be cultured suddenly start clapping and cheering:

"Hao Hao, what a wonderful poem! I never thought Sister Fei Xu could write such a vivid poem even on such an ordinary subject. She is indeed a talented woman. It turns out that all her reputation in the capital is true."

"Of course it's true. Don't you know that his poems are already famous in the capital? Although this one was done on the spot in a hurry, it's not much inferior to the previous ones. It turns out that talented women can compose poems anywhere."

After everyone's enthusiastic praise, Qi Feixu's vanity was greatly satisfied. However, after the popularity of his poem died down, everyone began to look forward to Xu Qingyin's work.

The lady of the nearby Marquis Mansion couldn't stand it any longer, so she advised Xu Qingyin:

"Qingyin, I know you're not good at this. If you feel it's difficult today, just don't do it. We others won't say anything. After all, today is your homecoming banquet, and we can't make it difficult for you."

"Yeah, yeah. If you feel embarrassed, you don't have to do it. If you want to do it, then do it. Even if he wins, it's not a fair victory. Why bother?"

Unexpectedly, there were still people who were kind to him at this time. Xu Qingyin was very touched, but he really wanted to say... Actually, she would do it.

After all, she had memorized no less than a thousand poems when she took the college entrance examination, and countless of them were about spring. It was estimated that if she could sing just two lines, Qi Feixu would be beaten to a pulp.

But she didn't say it directly. If she really said it, she would be flattering herself.

She continued to maintain a humble attitude, even though her mother had already seen that she was playing the pig and eating the tiger, and was laughing secretly beside her.

"Thank you all for your concern, aunts. However, since I've already promised my sister, I must do something today. I just hope you won't laugh at me."

"No, no, if you want to do it, just do it. We won't laugh at you."

Qi Feixu, who was standing aside, felt so angry when he saw how these ladies were courting her. The poem he had just written was so good, but no one praised him. They really didn't recognize his talent.

"Then I will use 'Spring River Moon Night' as the title for today."

This poem is definitely not here, but it is her favorite poem. Today they just happened to be talking about spring, and this poem is so long.

If I could show it here, even if it could make Qi Feixu shut up forever and never cause trouble for me again, why not do it?

"I didn't expect my sister to come up with such a nice title. I'm afraid the content must be really good too."

It was another flattery move, but this time Xu Qingyin was too lazy to pay attention to him. She was writing her favorite poem seriously and without any distractions.

She had just put down her brush after she finished writing, but the poem she wrote took much longer than Qi Fei's preface. People at a distance at the table could not tell how much she had written or how long it was. They just thought she was scratching her head and could not wait any longer.

"If you really can't write, we won't laugh. So why are you dithering here? We're all waiting. Who can write such a long spring poem? I'm afraid you can't write it, so don't be so shy, okay?"

Those ignorant illegitimate sons at the back started to complain here, but their voices were so low that no one else could hear them. It was just a few of them whispering to each other.

"You've already said you can't write, but you still want to take on the challenge. You're really asking for trouble."

But after waiting for about 10 minutes, I finally saw Chu Qingyin stop writing.

People who were close to her could even see the words on the paper. Before anyone could carefully read the content of the poem, they were already attracted by the standard handwriting.

Of course, Xu Qingyin stayed alone and was bored on weekdays, so she just practiced calligraphy. She dared to say that Yun Jin's handwriting was second to none, and no one dared to say that it was first.