A small farce ended with Song Ci's so-called forgiveness. She stopped when she saw it. At the end, she was like nothing happened and gave a poem to express her apology.

"Of course, as we all know, Lao Shi is just a farmer who is farming. It is a great blessing to know a few words and understand some principles. Lao Shi will not be able to write poems and lyrics." Song Ci smiled and said, "The poem that Lao Shi chanted was also written by everyone who happened to meet a wild crane when he was young. At that time, he thought it was nice, so he wrote it down. Lao Shi saw that this poem had never appeared in the world, so let's promote it for everyone?"

Princess Shouning smiled and said, "Madam, can Shouning write it for you?"

Song Ci nodded with a smile: "Then you will be Princess Lao."

Princess Shouning took the rice paper and ink treasures placed on the desk, rolled up her sleeves, and looked at Song Ci.

Song Ci smiled and looked outside the warm pavilion. It was a coincidence that it was snowing outside again.

"It's snowing." She pointed to the flying snow that flew into the wintersweet and looked at Princess Shouning: "The name of the poem is to take the chanting of snow."

Princess Shouning raised her eyebrows and started writing.

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eight or ninety pieces."

Everyone: "..."

Is this a poem? Are you singing numbers?

I’m afraid that the digital poem written by Mrs. Song said it was written by everyone to hide her.

Ji Suqin and several girls who were hit rolled their eyes secretly.

What a destructive poem?

But some people questioned, and there were also truly talented people who savored it carefully, and even followed Song Ci's finger to see outside the warm pavilion.

"Thousands of pieces, countless pieces, and you will never see the plum blossoms."

Everyone was stunned.

But outside the warm pavilion, countless snow slowly fell into the plum blossom forest. This profound artistic conception of movement and stillness instantly made everyone fall into it.

Miss Sun clapped her hands and her eyes were bright: "Wonderful, wonderful. This poem seems to be ordinary, especially the first three sentences, but the fourth sentence instantly pushes the whole poem to its peak. The whole poem is simple and exquisite, with the virtual and real, and the artistic conception is fresh, which makes people refreshing."

"So poetry can be written like this? Grandma, I don't know who this is." Another lady asked curiously.

Song Ci said nostalgically: "He is, his surname is Zheng, Banqiao, let's call him Mr. Kerou."

When Princess Shouning heard this, she added a name to the poem.

When Song Ci saw this, she secretly said sorry in her heart, Mr. Zheng, I am promoting it for you, there is no plagiarism.

Princess Shouning and others finished writing, and then showed the poem to everyone. Someone looked outside the warm pavilion and read it once. He felt that the poem was unique and inspired by it. He also used numbers to make two poems.

Song Ci: "..."

The talented young masters in the boudoir in ancient times were not bragging about it. Some people are really talented. Look at this inspiration, she feels inferior to herself!

Princess Anping smiled and said, "Madam Song is really hidden."

"You really praise me. I can't remember much. Isn't this catchy and easy to remember when I read this poem?" Song Ci whispered: "I can't remember those difficult things you asked me to remember."

Princess Anping smiled with a pursed lips.

They smiled happily, and the people from the Ji family, including Concubine Ji, looked as ugly as they swallowed shit.

You said that since you have such a poem, you can just say it with ease and you will end up, and you have to make trouble before?

Is this a slap in the face clearly?

Concubine Ji was so angry that she gritted her teeth. The banquet was so bad that she would not have invited the old lady Song Ci, who had known it. She would not have been uncomfortable for herself and even made the other party show the limelight.

What's even more depressing is that the events at this banquet will definitely be passed on to the Queen Mother's side.

Thinking of the possible reactions of Queen Mother Wang, Concubine Ji felt her head hurt!
Chapter completed!