The Favored Medical Princess

At the same time as the word "英" at the end of the sentence fell, Bai Muxiao simply put the sword back into the scabbard, her whole body remained still, and the sound of the flute also stopped, as if time had stopped at this moment.

At this time, Bai Muxiao slowly read out the last sentence: "Who can write Your Excellency, the Baishou Taixuan Sutra."

The whole audience was silent, and everyone was dazzled with joy. They were completely immersed in the thrilling sword dance just now, and felt as if even the sky and the earth were spinning.

After the fierce sword dance, Bai Muxiao's forehead was covered with thin sweat, and the veil could not cover her delicate and charming cheeks, but her breathing remained steady.

"The folk girl is showing her shame!" Bai Muxiao held her sword and bowed to the crowd, like a heroic female general, and then thanked the person on the right who accompanied her with the sound of the flute, "Thank you, Your Highness, Third Prince!"

One sentence made everyone wake up from a dream...Following Bai Muxiao's gaze, he saw the third prince Han Lingfu standing with a bamboo flute in his hand and smiling. ".

"Okay, really good!" There was a burst of warm applause accompanied by the emperor's sonorous voice, "The sword dance is good, and the poetry is good too!"

The emperor's undisguised praise made those girls who had ambitions for the position of the third prince's concubine very complicated: Although this white girl is of low status, but now she shows her face in front of the emperor and the third prince, even if she can't be the third prince Concubine, maybe there is a chance to become the third prince's side concubine!

"Little girl, who wrote this poem?" The emperor looked at Bai Muxiao with a smile on his face, feeling that she was really a credit to Dayu, and his eyes showed deep admiration, "Killing one person in ten steps, wonderful! Really wonderful !” This poem is majestic, bold and unrestrained, with a domineering momentum. It can be described as a pearl of words. The chivalrous men in it place great importance on promises and despise death and life, which makes the blood of those who hear it excited and passionate!

The emperor didn't think that such a weak and immature girl like Bai Muxiao could make such a masterpiece.

The corners of Bai Muxiao's lips curled up slightly, and she replied calmly, "Return to the emperor, this poem was written by a commoner girl! The emperor laughed at me!"

In a word, the audience was in an uproar!

Several young masters cast admiring or admiring glances at Bai Muxiao, they never expected that a little girl like her would have talents and minds that no man could match.That poem just now is really wonderful!Even if I revisit it now and again, I feel shocked, and an indescribable aftertaste reverberates in my heart.

Nangong Yue was not surprised.In her previous life, Bai Muxiao also wrote several very outstanding poems, which became famous in the capital within a short period of time. Nangong Yue still remembered that the styles of those poems were all different, some were heroic, some were graceful, some were sad, and some were beautiful. , Sophisticated... In her previous life, she felt a little weird that these poems by Bai Muxiao really didn't seem to be written by the same person, but the problem is that those poems are indeed unheard of. If she didn't do it, then who could it be?If this poet has this talent, how can he remain silent and allow a little girl to steal his poems?

At this time, Han Lingfu said, "Miss Bai, do you have a name for this poem?" He looked intently into 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 third prince's appearance was special. Only Nangong Yue looked at them with great interest.At this time in the previous life, she was avoiding her grandfather's house, paying no attention to everything in the capital, and did not know when the pair of lovers met, but in this life, Nangong Yue wanted to see if they would meet again. Continuation of the leading edge.

Bai Muxiao smiled indifferently, and replied in a leisurely manner: "Xia Ke Xing, this poem is called "Xia Ke Xing"!"