Quick Wear: Heaven Always Favors Me

Chapter 557: Ancient Words: The Charming Sister 5

Xiaoyu was furious. You know, if this inkstone hit Jiang Yao and any ink got on her clothes, Jiang Yao would become a laughing stock today.

She was furious and wanted to send the servant directly to the government or sell him, but Jiang Yao didn't say anything. As a slave, she couldn't speak.

At this time, the scene was completely quiet, with only the sound of the boy's heavy breathing due to fear.

Everyone looked towards the center of the incident, which was Jiang Yao.

The person in charge of the venue was a little afraid to speak at this time. What a joke! This was Prime Minister Jiang’s legitimate daughter. How could he have the courage to make the decision for her?

But after all, this incident was an accident that happened at the venue, so he tried to smile and said, "Miss Jiang, I will give this slave twenty lashes and sell him off, okay?"

Jiang Yao sat upright and was not frightened by this incident.

She lowered her eyes to glance at the boy, and said with a smile: "No need, I don't think he did it on purpose, there is no need to disturb everyone's fun because of such a small matter."

"Yes, yes, I will listen to you, Miss Jiang." The person in charge of the poetry competition nodded repeatedly. He glared at the boy kneeling on the ground with hidden anger, "Why don't you thank Miss Jiang quickly and change the inkstone."

After hearing Jiang Yao's words, the servant looked up in disbelief. The joy of surviving the disaster and the desire to survive reminded him of the situation when the inkstone slipped out of his hand just now.

He suddenly shouted, "Miss Jiang, I was tripped by someone."

"That person is her."

The servant pointed at Jiang Yue and said confidently, "It was a smooth road just now, but when I got to that place, I felt my foot got hooked and I fell forward."

The person in charge of the venue was so angry that he came up and slapped the boy on the head, gritting his teeth and saying, "What nonsense are you talking about? That's the second young lady of the Jiang Mansion!"

In other words, she and Jiang Yao are sisters!

If it was really Jiang Yue who did it, then the Jiang family would be embarrassed at the poetry conference.

After all, the fact that the sisters don't get along is enough to make people gossip about it.

When the servant understood what was going on, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Fortunately, the person in charge of the venue reacted quickly. Seeing that Jiang Yao had no intention of blaming him, he immediately kicked the boy on the leg and shouted angrily in a low voice: "Get down quickly."

The servant nodded in agreement, then hurriedly stood up and left.

A maidservant beside her personally presented Jiang Yao with an inkstone, paper and pen.

The first round of the poetry competition began.

Jiang Yao lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then rolled up his sleeves and began to write a poem.

The whole poem was written in one go, and Jiang Yao put it aside after finishing it.

After a cup of tea, everyone submitted the poem on time.

The servant who collected the poems couldn't help but look a little disdainful when he collected Jiang Yue's masterpiece.

Although he was illiterate, he could still tell the quality of handwriting. The handwriting of the second young lady of the Jiang family was like ghost drawings, which was really funny.

Everyone's poems were taken in for viewing, and soon the results of the first round came out.

The first place went to Jiang Yao's poem, which takes the moon as its theme and is also named after the moon. It blends the breeze and the white moon into one, and has both artistic conception and thoughts, so it naturally won the first place.

The second place is Xiao Che's poem "Only the Moon". From the subject matter of the poem, we can see that Xiao Che is a man of integrity and uprightness. He expresses his feelings on the moon to repay his country and family.

The third place winner was beyond everyone's expectations, that person was Jiang Yue.

Some people were obviously dissatisfied and protested:

"Sir, we acknowledge the talents of Miss Jiang and Young Master Xiao, but how did Second Miss Jiang get the third place?"

"Yes, yes, can you show me the poem written by Miss Jiang Er?"

It would be fine if it was just one or two people, but most of the talented men and beautiful women present could not accept that they lost to Jiang Yue.

The person in charge of the venue couldn't refuse to let people watch it, so he ran in to report.

After a while, the person in charge of the venue took out Jiang Yue's work.

When he showed the calligraphy, everyone burst into laughter.

Because Jiang Yue's handwriting was so ugly, it was so crooked on the white paper like a child just learning to write.

After seeing these words, everyone else thought that there was something fishy going on in this poetry conference, and that this Second Miss Jiang must not have the real talent.

But after the person in charge of the venue read out Jiang Yue's poem, the venue fell into silence.

"White dew grows on the jade steps, and it penetrates the stockings for a long time at night. But under the crystal curtain, I look at the autumn moon exquisitely."

When Jiang Yao heard this poem, she was sipping tea and almost choked on it.

This is Li Bai's "Yuejie Yuan", which tells the story of a palace lady who has fallen out of favor. Every word and sentence in the poem undoubtedly expresses the resentment of the palace lady for being in the deep palace.

Some people who heard this poem were amazed by its beauty.

"This Jade Steps Complaint has the word 'complaint' in its title, but there is not a single word of complaint in the poem, yet it is full of complaints. It's wonderful!"

"The word 'quexia' is wonderful, as if the moon is pitying people, but in fact it is only the moon that accompanies people. It is well written."

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After hearing this poem, those who had just doubted Jiang Yue expressed their opinions on it. Even Xiao Che's gaze towards Jiang Yue revealed some appreciation.

When Jiang Yue saw the group of ancient people looking at her in amazement, she felt very proud.

This is a poem by Li Bai. These ancient people had little knowledge, so they were naturally amazed.

It’s a pity that she has never practiced calligraphy since she was a child. If she hadn’t written like this, she would probably have won first place.

When she was showing off, she subconsciously looked at Jiang Yao, only to find that the latter was looking at her quietly, with a pair of beautiful eyes that were deep and seemed to be sizing her up.

For some reason, under Jiang Yao's gaze, Jiang Yue couldn't help but straighten his chest and put on a confident look.

Jiang Yao coughed lightly and said in a gentle voice, "I didn't know that my second sister would think so much in the Prime Minister's Mansion on weekdays."

There was a hint of confusion in Jiang Yue's eyes, and she failed to understand what Jiang Yao meant.

"Ah? What do you mean, sister?"

Jiang Yao blinked her beautiful eyes and asked doubtfully, "Didn't Second Sister write that poem out of inspiration?"

Jiang Yue frowned when she heard this. For her, she only memorized the ancient poems, so how could she know the exact background stories and meanings?

But after hearing Jiang Yao's words, she said "hmm" somewhat stiffly.

The other young ladies from official families also heard the conversation between the two sisters and felt a little strange for a moment.

So someone asked directly: "Miss Jiang Er, what was your mood when you wrote this poem?"

Jiang Yue's body stiffened and she looked at the person who asked the question.

The latter was obviously asking sincerely, but it was also because of this that Jiang Yue suddenly felt at a loss for words.

She is not Li Bai!

How do we know the mood in which this ancient poem was composed?