Traveling through ancient times, the princess of the special forces became the group's favorite

Shen Li's mind was filled with endless poems. In her previous life, she had memorized 300 Tang Dynasty poems by heart by the age of three.

Now, she picked up her brush and wrote one poem after another, and only put down her pen when she had completed ten.

The princes, nobles and young ladies from aristocratic families present were all stunned and amazed.

Since we are going to compete, we naturally have to give ourselves an absolute advantage and trample our opponents under our feet.

Shen Li knew this very well, so she was not satisfied with just writing a few poems, but wrote ten in one breath.

When she finally finished her poem, someone immediately came forward, picked up the scroll, and began to read her poem aloud.

People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, the moon waxes and wanes, it is impossible to have everything in life, I just hope that we can live long and enjoy the beauty of the moon together even though we are thousands miles apart.

The bright moon rises over the sea, and people all over the world share this moment.

This is a good poem: The ground in the courtyard is white, crows roost on the trees, cold dew silently wets the osmanthus flowers. Tonight the moon is bright and everyone is looking at it, I wonder whose house the autumn thoughts fall on?

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This one is also good: A pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone without a companion. I raise my cup to invite the bright moon, and my shadow and I become three people.

"Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!" Sima Xiang excitedly stroked his beard with one hand and recited a poem with the other: "The moon shines brightly before my bed, I wonder if it is frost on the ground. I look up at the moon, and I look down, thinking of my homeland."

"Wonderful, wonderful!" Sima Xiangru nodded as he spoke. "This poem expresses the homesickness of a stranger. The language is fresh and simple, yet profoundly profound. While we are gathered here in the great hall today, how many people among us are away from home, unable to reunite with their loved ones? They must be feeling a deep sense of homesickness right now!"

"Oh my! This is truly an eye-opener for me! I've lived to this age, and I didn't even know there was such a talented woman in Yunyan! If she were born a man, she would definitely be the top scholar!"

At this moment, there was a commotion in the hall, as if a pot had exploded.

Everyone was talking about it and marveling at it.

"I never thought that Princess Chen is not only good at dancing, but also proficient in poetry!" someone said in surprise.

"Please forgive our poor eyesight. We were really rude for not recognizing the princess's talent before." Another person also quickly bowed and apologized.

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After reading these poems, Yun Chenyu liked the princess even more.

It was as if she knew everything and could do everything.

Yun Yuhan looked at the crowd surrounding Shen Li, speaking flattering words, and her face turned blue with anger.

She shouted loudly, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could these poems be written by Shen Li? Sister Wanrou, you once lived with Shen Li in Prince Chen's Mansion. You know best whether she can write poetry."

Yun Yuhan turned his gaze to Lin Wanrou.

Lin Wanrou raised her hand, gently pulled the veil on her face, slowly walked to the center of the hall, and said:

"During the time I lived in Prince Chen's mansion, Princess Chen knew nothing about poetry. I never heard her recite poetry or compose lyrics, nor did I even see her touch a book."

Lin Wanrou's words undoubtedly confirmed that Shen Li was a talentless fool.

"Then she must have hired someone to write for her! Father, you must punish her!"

Yun Yuhan held his head high, a look of pride on his face, and was secretly delighted, as if he had already seen the miserable state of Shen Li after being punished.

"Shen Li must have known that today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so she had someone write some poems in advance to prepare for the occasion. Father, her character is questionable and she must be severely punished! And all those treasures I just gave her must be taken back!"

A hint of greed flashed in Yun Yuhan's eyes, as if those treasures already belonged to her.

Hearing this, Sima Xiangru was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. He hated it most when others wrongly accused good people, let alone when this person was the one he liked.

So he couldn't help but retort: ​​"Then you can find someone to write for you and see if you can come up with such a good poem!"

Shen Li sneered and stood up: "If you have any doubts, feel free to give me another question and see if I can solve it."

Shen Li thought to himself, this is ridiculous. If I don’t subdue you, I won’t be called Shen Li.

The emperor said, "Han'er, you come up with the questions."

Yun Yuhan thought for a moment and said, "Then let's write a poem on the theme of rain."

Humph, how can you write a good poem without preparation? If you can't do it, then wait for your reputation to be ruined!

Shen Li quickly searched in his mind and soon found a good poem:

"White egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and fat mandarin fish swim in the flowing water under the peach blossoms.

Green bamboo hat, green raincoat,

There is no need to go home in the slanting wind and drizzling rain."

As soon as this poem was written, it was met with thunderous applause, "Excellent! Absolutely amazing!"

Even the emperor applauded and praised.

"How about it, are you convinced?" Shen Li glanced at Yun Yuhan, his lips slightly curled, his eyes full of sarcasm.

These are the essence of five thousand years of Chinese history. No matter how capable you, Yun Yuhan, are, you can't compare to me. You have to admit defeat even if you don't want to.

Sima Xiangru looked at the poem with his eyes almost popping out of his head, and muttered to himself in disbelief:

"This artistic conception is so wonderful! Even at my age of over eighty, I can't write such a wonderful poem! Genius, absolutely genius!"

He looked at Shen Li with eyes full of admiration and amazement.

No matter how unhappy Yun Yuhan and the others were, they could not change the fact that Shen Li won the game.

Emperor Xuanyuan was also feeling a little tired. He stood up and announced loudly, "Well, the outcome of today's poetry competition is clear. The winner is Shen Li!"

Then, a eunuch took the mooncake in front of the emperor and brought it to Shen Li.

Shen Li walked gracefully to the center of the hall, took the rare osmanthus mooncake from the eunuch with a smile, and said in a clear and pleasant voice: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

When she returned to her seat, she glanced at Yun Yuhan and gave her a little finger.

Yun Chenyu leaned closer to her and whispered softly, "My beloved, please give me half of this mooncake so that I can also taste this rare flavor."

"You wish! This is the trophy I won with great difficulty!"

Shen Li pouted, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes.

"Just give me one piece. I'm really greedy~" Yun Chenyu continued to beg relentlessly.

"Since you peeled the melon seeds for me, I'll give you a piece. But this way we're even!"

Shen Li picked up the knife on the table and carefully cut the mooncake into two halves.

"Ah~" Yun Chenyu tilted his head back, opened his mouth, and waited for Shen Li to feed him.

Shen Li looked at Yun Chenyu's unruly face, held back his smile, grabbed a few melon seed shells on the table and stuffed them into his mouth.

"Shen-----Li!"

Yun Chenyu lowered his head angrily, quickly spat out the melon seed shells in his mouth, frowned slightly, and his eyes revealed a hint of helplessness and pampering.