MTL - After Escaping from the Marriage, the Crown Prince Started Pampering Me-Chapter 50 Hysteria is a disease you have to treat
Chapter 50 Hysteria is a disease you have to treat
Sit on the outer wall of the garden and can't return, and the Shuijing Spring Palace turns slightly.
Everyone seemed to see a pretty girl sitting on the wall and refused to go home for a long time, because the spring scenery was so beautiful that it made people linger.
Only this one sentence has the whole picture, and it is full of vitality.
Peach blossoms are finely chasing Yang flowers and falling, and yellow birds are flying at the same time as white birds.
is more artistic, peach blossoms are red, poplar flowers are white, and there are yellow and white birds flying around each other. The cuteness and cuteness of peach blossoms have taken root in people's hearts for a while.
A good poem, indeed a good poem!
After the reaction, everyone in the audience began to applaud unconsciously, and some people's palms turned red.
How long has it been since there was such a poetic woman among the women of the Great Xiao?
Sitting on the stage, she always had a slight smile on her face. The smile on Wang Yuyan's lips froze when Ye Qingge spoke her poem.
As she was fond of poems and songs since she was a child, she naturally heard that Ye Qingge's poem was different from her own.
But don't know why?
The judges headed by the prince were also speechless for a while, and then began to whisper.
"This poem is not to say that there is no one before or after, but it is not bad."
"It is indeed a good poem, but Miss Ye Liu has always been unknown. Is it really her who wrote it?"
"Of course a little concubine like her couldn't have written this poem. It must have been memorized by an expert after it was finished."
"That's right, we can't write such good poems with our poetic talents, let alone a woman like her? She's still divorced."
"Heli? She's already married?"
"You don't know something..."
The topic gradually drifted towards the secret and great direction...
Prince Beitang Yuange, who had been sitting upright all the time, frowned slightly when he heard the words. Although his expression remained unchanged, the discussions from the people next to him still reached his ears?
So she was married and divorced?
It's a pity.
He hadn't paid attention to Ye Qingge at first, and didn't even know that she was one of the young ladies of the Ye Mansion, but her evaluation of lotus before was eloquent, and with the verse just now, it made him curious a little bit.
It's just that this bit of curiosity is just a bit of curiosity. For a prince like him who puts his family, country and world in his heart, it's just a whim.
Looking at the expressions of everyone, Ye Qingge smiled slightly, revealing a bit of mystery.
Her principle has always been to pretend to be coercive to the extreme, so that others can't pretend to be coercive.
And she did.
Ye Qingge's poems are really good, but because she writes really good, this matter is very difficult.
The master of ceremonies on the stage looked slightly stiff, which was unexpected.
She had already planned it out, and when her lady's poem won the top prize, her affairs would be over.
Today, as the master of ceremonies, I specially wore a beautiful dress, just to see which of the young masters who came today would be willing to take a concubine.
Who wants to kill Miss Ye Liu halfway, isn't this an obstacle to her concubine path?
Just when the master of ceremonies was in a dilemma, the ladies on the stage also had different expressions. Ye Suyun, who had been sitting steadily, couldn't help but glance at Ye Qingge.
Can't help but secretly guess who is this person who wrote poems for Ye Qingge? Why would such a poetic talent help a concubine like Ye Qingge?
The tsundere little princess Ye Qingyue also nodded, thinking in her heart that it was okay, knowing that she was not stupid to find someone to write a poem for herself in advance.
Anyway, no one believed that a little-known concubine in the general's mansion could write such a poem.
Ye Qingge squinted at the master of ceremonies on the stage, and saw that she hadn't spoken for a long time, and the others were also sitting like this, so she couldn't help but smile from the bottom of her heart.
quietly watching how they perform next.
After spending so much money and inviting so many people, if Ye Qingge made a wedding dress for her in the end, then the people in Zuoxiang's mansion would not be so angry?
Thinking about it, it would not be so easy for her to take away the position of the lover.
Sure enough, there was a sudden sneer on the stage, and then someone said loudly: "It's ridiculous, a concubine, who stole a poem from someone, and then shows it off complacently. She really is shameless!"
The one who spoke was none other than Liu Jinping, the eldest daughter of the Liu family.
Her sister suffered from Ye Qingge, and she didn't get any benefits just now, and she would never allow Ye Qingge to fall on anyone's head today.
Everyone had different expressions when they heard the words, some were covering their mouths with handkerchiefs and snickering, some were showing no emotion on their faces, and of course there were some with slightly raised brows and faint anger, but they were more of a spectator.
Everyone couldn't help looking at Ye Qingge, to see how she would react to such pointing and cursing?
Some people even hope that it would be best for the two to fight. Fighting scenes such as pulling hair and biting ears are also very interesting.
However, to their disappointment, Ye Qingge not only showed no reaction, but also leisurely ate sunflower seeds.
Just kidding, there are those who pick up money but not those who pick up scolding, so she won't take the initiative to put it on herself.
Ye Qingge is an old god, looking like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water... No, it's a look of calmness.
Standing among the crowd, tall and tall, with a handsome appearance, Sunshine kept frowning and looked at the young man on the stage. He lowered his head to look at the fried beans in his hand and then at the melon seeds in Ye Qingsinger's, his brows furrowed even deeper.
When is she still so delicious?
She was originally a concubine, and she had divorced before. If she loses her again today, even if she proposes to marry into the mansion in the future, I am afraid that father will not agree, right?
Then wouldn't I want to break my promise to others?
Zhao Zihao felt that he was under pressure that he shouldn't have to bear at his age.
Seeing that Ye Qingge didn't speak, and looked like he was ignoring himself, Liu Jinping's anger grew even stronger.
I hate this kind of quarrel the most. After talking about it for a long time, the other party didn't say anything. It really makes me mad.
"I'm talking about Ye Qingge, do you think it's okay if you don't say anything? Are you willing to show off the stolen poems and take the position of the lord?"
After speaking, Liu Jinping smiled mockingly, originally she didn't bother to care about a concubine like Ye Qingge.
But before Jin Huan left, she took her hand and cried aggrieved. Jin Huan and her were like sisters, and she had never seen her suffer so much grievance since she grew up.
Do you really think that there is no one in their Liu residence? Today, she will teach this little concubine a good lesson.
Moreover, she also had selfish intentions. Now that she was in her early years, Ye Qingge's poems were not counted, and Wang Yuyan would definitely win the first prize, and then she owed herself a favor.
The favor of the daughter-in-law of the palace is still very valuable.
"Miss Liu's hysteria is a disease that can be cured. It is recommended not to leave the house until it is cured."
Ye Qingge smiled sweetly, bright and beautiful, with a gleam in her eyes.
Where is the slightest sense of cringe? The whole person is shrouded in cunning and cleverness.
"How dare you curse!"
Liu Jinping never expected that Ye Qingge would dare to challenge her in front of everyone.
After all, there is a difference between concubines and concubines. Her status is not known to be much higher than that of Ye Qingge, but anyone who wants to hang out in the circle of aristocratic women in Beijing in the future will naturally not easily offend a prostitute, especially a prostitute with status.
For the typos, please forgive the cuties. If you find out, you must remember to call Lao Xu.
(end of this chapter)
