When Cheng Chuyou first met Princess Changle, she was just a little girl next door.
When he saw Princess Changle this time, Cheng Chuyou was really shocked.
Princess Changle was wearing a blue turquoise blouse and a pleated skirt with flowers and mist on it. She was wearing a light blue turquoise gauze. Her shoulders were like a cut waist, and her muscles were like condensed fat.
With such a simple appearance, everyone was stunned.
Although she was only eleven years old, she already looked like a peerless beauty.
"To attend Princess Chang Le."
Cheng Chuyou naturally wanted to interrupt these people's gazes. This was his future wife. How could he let them see her like this?!
At this moment, Cheng Chuyou had already made up his mind that Princess Changle was definitely his!
Hearing Cheng Chuyou's salute, everyone reacted and began to salute Princess Chang Le.
"Gentlemen, please excuse us. Today is a poetry meet, so there's no need to be so complicated.”
Princess Chang Le gently raised her hand. Whether it was her posture or tone, she appeared very graceful and magnanimous.
However, the way she secretly looked at Cheng Chuyou completely betrayed her.
Cheng Chuyou naturally saw that look. When Princess Changle glanced over, Cheng Chuyou smiled and raised his eyebrows.
Princess Changle didn't expect Cheng Chuyou to see her. She was like a thief who had been discovered and hurriedly looked away.
"Aiya, looks like this bro's charm value should be full.”
Cheng Chuyou secretly praised himself from the beginning to the end. He was the typical representative of narcissism.
However, Princess Chang Le was also a princess of the Tang Empire, so she quickly regained her composure and stopped panicking.
"Thank you for coming to my poetry meet. Today, we will only talk about romance and not the matters of the court. Everyone can display your talents and do your best.”
Princess Chang Le's words were very skillful, and everyone present understood.
However, some of them looked calm and didn't react at all. Some people were instantly overshadowed, shaking their heads and sighing.
Princess Chang Le's meaning was very simple. Today, we will only discuss matters related to poetry. As for if you want to use my mouth to seek an official position, it's best not to mention it.
This sentence instantly extinguished the flames in the hearts of many people who wanted to take a shortcut from Princess Chang Le.
To be exact, the flames were extinguished by Princess Chang Le, who was holding a basin of water.
Cheng Chuyou looked at Princess Changle and liked her more and more.
Who wouldn't like a woman who was not only beautiful but also very intelligent?
More importantly…
Big, big, big!
Important things had to be said more than ten times!
* Cough cough *
Cheng Chuyou was a self-proclaimed gentleman. This was how he should explain the meaning of "big".
Magnificent! Generous! Vast…?
Anyway, it was big!
"As the saying goes, poems express one's aspirations, and songs express one's feelings. Since we are having a poetry meet today, please write a poem to express your aspirations.”
"The princess will choose the poem that she thinks is the best, and then I will read it out to everyone.”
Cheng Chuyou recognized the person who spoke. It was Ma Dongmei, the lady who had sent Cheng Chuyou out of the palace.
What winter plum?
Ma what Mei?
Ma Dong what?
This question was quite profound, and Cheng Chuyou still didn't understand the answer to this question.
However, a poem to express one's ambition...
Wasn't this simple?
In the past five thousand years, there have been beautiful poems that have been passed down to later generations.
This was all Cheng Chuyou's!
uh... I want them all!
A few maids immediately brought over a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. Each person had a table, a piece of paper, and a brush.
There were maids coming up to grind the ink.
Just as the others were thinking, Cheng Chuyou started to write on the paper.
It had to be said that Cheng Chuyou had practiced good calligraphy over the years, using the thin golden body of the later Song Huizong Zhao Ji.
However, unlike Song Huizong and Zhao Ji, Cheng Chuyou's thin golden body had a trace of elegance and less dullness.
Cheng Chuyou's poem seemed to be a little long, because he had written all the way to the end of this piece of paper!
After he finished writing, Cheng Chuyou looked at his work with satisfaction.
Tsk tsk tsk, this word…
It was definitely at the top level.
Cheng Chuyou praised himself in his heart.
Then, he reluctantly handed the paper to the maid beside him and asked her to bring it to Princess Chang Le.
Cheng Chuyou's actions were naturally seen by others, but everyone's mentality was different.
Some people felt that Cheng Chuyou was very powerful, to be able to write a poem so quickly.
Some people felt that Cheng Chuyou had given up and simply wrote a random song, wanting to win with speed.
Zhangsun Chong was undoubtedly one of them.
Because of his previous contact with Cheng Chuyou, Zhangsun Chong felt that he had already figured out what kind of person Cheng Chuyou was.
If he could even sell his family heirloom, his literary level probably wouldn't be that high.
Therefore, the only person who could pose a threat to Zhangsun Chong had already given up on himself. Zhangsun Chong was still very happy!
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I played games a little late, sorry.
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