From an Ugly Peasant Woman to a Carefree Princess

Chapter 211: Self-sufficient

This made Luo Chunhua extremely uncomfortable.

She glanced at Luo Lianqiao obliquely: "Sister Lianqiao is really forgetful? It's only been ten days, without being crushed by me, have you forgotten the pain of being controlled by me?"

Relying on the poems he bought, Luo Lianqiao became more confident: "Why, does Sister Chunhua have any good poems to publish?"

Du Ruosheng frowned, and gestured to Luo Chunhua with his eyes—the poem that had just happened, and it was hard to write one in ten years. How to compare?

Luo Chengcheng also exhaled vigorously from his nose, and sat back to the original position with his mouth puffed up-everything is good, that is, love fighting with sister Lianqiao! She said she wanted sister Lianqiao to expose her flaws, but the result was obvious, she just offended Luo Chenju, and Luo Chenju didn't reveal any flaws, but he seemed to be unnerved!

Sister Chunhua, you can make a fuss, if you lose today. The momentum that King Qi created for your talents is in vain!

Well, I just blinded Wang Hua's mind, and I don't know where Wang Qi found so many good poems.

There was also a discussion: "Isn't it? Why is Miss Chunhua so uninspired?"

"That's right. How can Miss Lianqiao compare that poem?"

"It's not necessarily better to change the champion."

Luo Chunhua looked at Luo Chengcheng and Du Ruosheng with an angry and worried look, and then looked at the surprised expressions of the girls, and finally smiled and blessed the Bai Taifei: "Taofei Empress, Chunhua here. I want to make a poem. It’s just that Chunhua is a bit ugly. Can someone else write it on my behalf."

"Of course." Bai Taifei pointed to Luo Chengcheng: "I have always heard Ruo Sheng talk about the talent of Anping Houfu, so let your sister write it with you."

Luo Cheng Chengchang took a breath, got up and said, "Yes."

Of course, she was very reluctant in her heart-Luo Chunhua, others didn't know it, but I knew it very well. Where is your writing ugly, you just can't write at all! How do you write poems just like you?

Oh, it's going to be a joke today!

"The name of the poem I wrote is "Rumeng Ling"."

As soon as Luo Chunhua's voice fell, everyone started talking again: "It's the first small order. I'm afraid it will lose to Miss Lianqiao's seven words."

Do you think I don't want to copy the first seven words?

It is indeed the seven words I can memorize now, only the most arrogant one, which was rated as the first seven words "Climbing" throughout the ages. But I am from my daughter's house, so how can I make that kind of poem that is majestic, high-spirited, impassioned, and high-spirited.

He was only a teenager and was born in the countryside, where would there be the complex feelings of wandering for many years, worrying about the country, old sickness and loneliness in the poem.

Luo Chunhua coughed lightly and suppressed the discussion in the hall: "Sister, I read it. The rain and wind were violent last night, and I couldn't sleep in a heavy sleep. I tried the questionnaire, but Dao Haitang remained the same. Know whether, Do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin."

Most of those invited today are talented. Even if they came to make up the numbers, such as Luo Yun and Chen Xiangxiang, they had received ethical education seriously.

As soon as the word came out, the whole hall immediately became quiet.

After a long while, the toffee called out.

Then, the whole hall became lively.

Luo Chunhua felt proud that he copied this poem, but it was Li Qingzhao's famous work.

Legend has it that Li Qingzhao’s husband, but because of Li Qingzhao’s little order, he dreams of lovesickness day and night.

Just listen to Du Ruosheng’s comment: "Although this little poem is short, it is written in a tactful and tortuous way. It is very hierarchical. I was drunk by caring for flowers, and I was lucky enough to ask the flowers. After getting a positive answer, I couldn’t believe it again Asked rhetorically. With twists and turns, expressing the heart of cherishing flowers swayingly, with a girlish feeling."

As soon as these words fell, there was a response from the crowd: "Miss Chunhua hurts Chun's heart and cherishes flowers, and this poem is portrayed as a three-pointer."

"When I first saw Ms. Chunhua, I only felt that her face was compelling, and I didn't dare to look at it. But I didn't expect that Ms. Chunhua, like an ordinary girl, has a heart that hurts Chunhua.

Luo Chunhua smiled and said: "Sisters, what are you talking about? Who is an ordinary girl who can be invited by the wise king to enter the Dexian Wangfu Poetry Club today? All of you here are talented women."

As soon as these words came out, everyone seemed to become enthusiastic about Luo Chunhua.

After getting permission from the concubine, many individuals approached Luo Chunhua.

"Miss Chunhua, you also wrote "Quiet Night Thoughts"?"

"And "Spring Dawn"."

"I like "Grass"..."

"Miss Chunhua is really a great talent! If she is a man, she will definitely be able to gain fame, and she will not lose to a man!"

Luo Chunhua was surrounded by everyone, like a star holding the moon, which made her feel a little fluttering for a while.

"Ahaha...These are all made by the storyteller, I only copied...today's poem."

The more Luo Chunhua tells the truth, the more sincere she speaks, the more the girls feel that Luo Chunhua is humble.

"From today, if someone says that Miss Chunhua is vulgar and ugly, I will slap her in public!"

Some girls expressed their opinions in public, and were filled with righteous indignation when they saw their idols being humiliated.

Where did Luo Chunhua want to get it? It was for the sake of Qi Luo Lianqiao, and there was another gain.

When the toffee announced that Luo Chunhua had taken the lead and received the reward, she asked her servants to collect the poems written by the women in the poem meeting, and read it at the boys’ poem meeting first.

Du Ruosheng was very excited, and asked Luo Chunhua abruptly: "How many skills do you have, I don't know?"

Luo Chunhua could hardly argue: "No, it's really gone."

When the Queen Mother announced that today's reward was Su Yuzhi's ten Yuehua skirts.

People's eyes turned to Luo Lianqiao again.

Luo Lianqiao's face is drooping-she really lost it today!

It looked like I lost, even if I wore ten Yuehua skirts, I lost miserably.

I lost my love, even if I bought a lot of money for poetry, I also lost miserably!

Especially this reward is still ten Yuehua skirts!

There was always a voice in Luo Lianqiao's heart: Luo Lianqiao, look at how funny you are, nothing is as good as Luo Chunhua! Everything you have prepared meticulously is not as good as her dull dress up and a small order!

You nonsense! Why am I not as good as Luo Chunhua! Luo Lianqiao shouted hoarsely in his heart! I can't get around you, Luo Chunhua, just wait!

Luo Chengcheng watched Luo Lian hang his head, and sighed: He was just aggressive, and now he is self-sufficient. But how could she be her own family.

Therefore, Luo Chengcheng said loudly: "Sister Lianqiao is second! Well-deserved!"

The girls then turned around.

However, some of Luo Chunhua’s supporters secretly poked and said, “Miss Lianqiao is not rare for rewards. She has ten Yuehua dresses herself. Hey, although Miss Lianqiao is a concubine, she compares Miss Luo Chengcheng still has a concubine posture. It really deserves to be a concubine with a concubine mother!"