Chapter 657: Holding Hands (6)

When the "English" word at the end of the sentence fell, Bai Muxiao simply put the sword into the scabbard. The whole person was still and the sound of the flute stopped. Time seemed to stop at this moment.
At this time, Bai Muxiao slowly read the last sentence: "Who can write His Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Jing."
The audience was silent, the crowd was dazzled, completely immersed in the thrilling sword dance just now, and felt as if the world was spinning.
After the fierce sword dance, Bai Muxiao's forehead has overflowed with thin sweat, and her veil can't cover her cheeks like Feixia, but her breathing is still stable.
"The people's daughters are ugly!" Bai Muxiao held his sword against the crowd, as if a heroine and a heroine, followed her to the right with a flute to accompany her, "Thank you His Royal Highness!"
One word made everyone wake up like a dream ... Looking through Bai Muxiao's sight, she really saw the third prince Han Lingfu holding a bamboo flute, standing with a smile. It seemed personable, like a fairy, worthy of being called "Prince Baiyu ".
"Okay, it's good!" A warm applause sounded with the voice of the emperor Hong Liang. "Good sword dance, good poetry!"
The emperor's unobtrusive compliments made the girls who had an attempt on the position of the three princes complicated. The white girl, despite her low status, now showed her face in front of the emperor and the three princes. Concubine, there may be a chance to become the third concubine!
"Little girl, who did this poem?" The emperor looked at Bai Muxiao with a smile on her face, feeling that she really graced Dayu, and her eyes were deeply appreciated, "Ten steps to kill one person, wonderful! What a wonderful thing! "This poem is magnificent and magnificent, and it is an imposing figure. The knights are resolute, light and dead, which makes the audience enthusiastic and passionate!
The emperor did not think that Bai Muxiao, such a weak and unpretentious girl, could make such a handed-off work.
The corners of Bai Muxiao's lips were slightly raised, and she replied in disgrace: "Return to the emperor, this poem is made by the daughter of the people! The emperor laughed!"
In a word, the audience was uproar!
Several sons and daughters gave or praised or admired Bai Muxiao, but she did not expect that her little woman had a talent and mind that a man could not match. That poem was just amazing! Even now, after repeated recollections, I feel shocked, an indescribable aftertaste echoed in my heart.
Nangong Yu is not unexpected. In the previous life, Bai Muxiao also made several very outstanding poems. In a short period of time, he was full of Wang Du. Nangong Yong remembers that the styles of these poems are different. They are bold, graceful, sad, and beautiful. There is training ... in the previous life, she felt a little weird. These poems by Bai Muxiao did not seem to come from the same person, but the question is that those poems are really unheard of. If not, who can it be? If this poet had such talent, how could he be silent, and let a little woman misappropriate his poems?
At this time, Han Lingfu said, "Girl, do you have a title on this poem?" He looked intently at Bai Muxiao's eyes, staring deeply, as if he wanted to see the depths of her soul.
Almost everyone's eyes were focused on Bai Muxiao, so no one felt that the three princes looked special and special. Only Nangong looked at them with interest. At this time in the previous life, he was avoiding his grandfather's house, paying no attention to everything in the capital of the king, and not knowing when the pair of lovers met. Now, in this life, Nangong Yan wants to see if they will ever be Continued leading edge.
Bai Muxiao smiled indifferently, and replied abruptly: "Xia Ke Xing, this poem is called" Xia Ke Xing "!"