"Since this seven-color camellia is regarded as the 'Oiran', I came up with a title to compose a poem with this camellia as the title. Well, I might as well take another trick and limit it to ten steps. The person who writes the poem needs to

How about walking among the flowers and forming a poem in ten steps?" Bei Che looked at his imperial master Wu Yong. He was the eldest among those here and he was Beihong's enlightenment teacher. His status was aloof, even if Bei Che

As the prince, Che still respected him extremely.

The old man stroked his beard and smiled proudly, "His Royal Highness has a good idea. The seven-color camellia is rare. It can be turned into a poem in ten steps. It will be a story for the ages. I agree."

Bei Che turned to look at Mr. Wang, the master of poetry in the Northern Dynasty. This old man's surname was Wang, and his given name was Mr. Xian. Although he was not an official in the court, more than half of the Northern Dynasty's disciples were named after him, and his status was extremely high.

, usually cherishes feathers very much, and most people can't even touch him.

This time, Bei Che personally wrote a post explaining the reasons, which involved diplomatic issues between the Northern Kingdom and the grassland ethnic groups. Only then did Mr. Wang reluctantly come to the garden. During the previous stage of flower appreciation and grading, he and the Imperial Master

Wu Yong was sitting in a pavilion in the back garden playing chess. When the poetry meeting started, Shi Shiran came over and sat down to wait for comments.

When Leng Nuo saw Mr. Wang, he quickly stood up and bowed respectfully.

That was his mentor, the old man he respected the most. With Mr. Wang around, Leng Nuo didn't even dare to sit down, his expression was frightened, for fear of being rude.

Mr. Wang's expression was always serious, but when he saw Leng Nuo, a trace of love flashed through his drooping gray eyes involuntarily, and he nodded as lightly as he could. Leng Nuo sat back down as if he had been pardoned.

However, the relaxed expression just now was gone and he became serious.

The whole place was silent.

The ladies and ladies don't care. Their tasks have been completed. They presented the flowers and received the rewards. In the remaining time, they can chat happily or simply watch the talented people from various families show off their talents and secretly remember them in their hearts.

, if you happen to meet someone you like, you can go back and introduce him to the unmarried ladies in your family. Of course, if you are unmarried, on this occasion, it is also a good thing to give yourself a chance to find a promising husband.

"It's difficult enough to write a poem in ten steps." Xiang Wanwan sighed softly.

"There is only one King of Poetry, but all of them are unparalleled talents. If we don't find a way to make things difficult for us, it will be their turn to make things difficult for us with equally excellent works." Bei Che obviously respects these people.

He was very familiar with them and understood their style of doing things, so he acted very slyly and came up with a bad idea in ten steps to get rid of the man.

However, looking at the expressions of Emperor Master Wu Yong and Mr. Wang, they didn't seem to think anything was wrong. The two old men, who together were over 170 years old, each squinted their eyes and waited, exchanging words of understanding that only each other could understand from time to time.

Their expressions, God knows, what they are thinking.

The preparation time is over.

The talented people all frowned.

No one came out first and grabbed the limelight of being first.

At this moment, Celia suddenly laughed coldly, "The owner of Seven Color Camellia is the Crown Princess. If she wants to write a poem, she must sit down first. If she can't come up with a decent poem within ten steps,
Chapter completed!