Gu Qingge worked it for a long time and finally pulled out the head of the brush, which was a good idea. Although she had worn it until ancient times, she could not write with a brush.

"Huh...it's finally done!" Gu Qingge looked at the pen that was sharpened by her, and now he finally felt comfortable using it.

"Hmph! Pretend to behave!" Zuo Chunlan kept staring at Gu Qingge. In her opinion, what Gu Qingge did at this moment was completely to attract others' attention and be mysterious.

Seeing that the incense had burned to the bottom and was about to be destroyed, Gu Qingge began to write on the paper with a brush stick.

The others had already finished writing the poem, and soon heard the eunuch's voice: "Time is up."

Gu Qingge also put down his pen.

As soon as I looked up, I saw Zuo Chunlan looking at her with disdain. Gu Qingge ignored her and looked up at the Seventh Princess. She saw that the Seventh Princess seemed to be looking down at the poem she wrote. It seemed that the Seventh Princess was not as noisy as before in the past few days.

"Okay, after all the answers are written in their names, they are placed on the table, and they will retreat aside, and the results of the competition will be determined later."

After hearing this, Gu Qingge glanced at the audience, "Oh, where did that guy Yu Jin go? Is it because he thinks she will lose, so he left early?"

It's really hateful!

Then a group of ministers came to the stage to look around, and then discussed each other fiercely. Although this was the case, it was impossible to tell who was doing the best poem.

"Take it to me."

Then the eunuch took all the papers on the table to the emperor in order.

"Um……"

After reading one by one, the old emperor just nodded until he saw a piece of paper stained with a few big ink eggs.

"Huh? Why is this test paper painted like this?" the queen sitting next to her asked with a smile after seeing it.

"Yes! Although the surface of the book is dirty and the handwriting is not very good, the poem is indeed well written!"

When everyone heard this, they all turned their heads and looked at the paper in the emperor's hand. I don't know what kind of poem it was that made the emperor say such praise.

“Hahaha… Not bad…”

After savoring it again and again, the old emperor exclaimed loudly.

"I don't know what the poem is like when my father is reading, but I actually received such praise from my father. It's better to read it out and let us all appreciate it..."

The eldest prince could not help but ask,

"Yeah, okay!"

As he said that, the emperor handed it to the eunuch beside him and asked him to read it out.

"yes……"

Then he spread the paper and slowly said, "

After all, in mid-August, the scenery is not the same as the four seasons.

The lotus leaves are endless and green, and the lotus flowers are red in the sun."

After reading it, the scene was quiet. Then I heard the eldest prince on the stage applaud first, and said excitedly: "Okay! This poem is written in love and scenery, no wonder my father said it well."

As the eldest prince finished speaking, applause rang around him.

"Who wrote the poem? Could it be the Seventh Princess?"

"Yes, the Seventh Princess has always been very literary. Maybe she wrote it."

"Maybe it was written by the eldest lady of the Zuo Prime Minister. The Zuo Prime Minister's daughter's literary talent does not seem to be inferior to the seventh princess."

“…”

The people below were talking, and everyone thought that the person who could write this poem was either the Seventh Princess or the Zuo Prime Minister's daughter.
Chapter completed!