They were really curious about whether Princess Li was really talented.

Mrs. Wei Guo also wanted to take the opportunity to make things difficult for Yun Ruoyue. After all, she was someone the Queen didn't like.

She said: "Princess Li, I also admire your talent very much. Since everyone is so curious, why don't you let me ask a question, you try?"

Although this was a negotiating tone, Yun Ruoyue couldn't refuse at all.

If she refuses, people will say that she copied it, saying that she has no real talents at all.

At that time, she will be scolded even worse.

Thinking of the countless Tang poems and Song poetry in her mind, Yun Ruoyue calmly brushed her sleeves, and said calmly, "Yes, Madam, please write the question."

Seeing her so calm, everyone was even more puzzled.

Could it be that Princess Li really has two brushes?

"Then I'm going to make the title. How about we use numbers as the title? In your poem, there should be one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight (harmonious) ninety, and these ten numbers should be included. How about the question?" Mrs. Wei Guo smiled.

She smiled kindly on her face, but her eyes were very gloomy.

When Yun Ruoyue heard this, she rolled her eyes and thought for a while.

When the others saw this, they were all in an uproar.

"Is Mrs. Wei trying to make things difficult for Princess Li? The question she asked is too difficult. It actually contains ten numbers. Who can do it?"

"Look at Princess Li no longer speaking, she must be stumped. So is Mrs. Wei. It is difficult to ask such a question all at once. Even if Princess Li is a little talented, she is not a child prodigy. How can she be able to write this kind of poem?"

Mrs. Wei Guo heard the comments from the crowd and pretended to say: "Princess Li, is it too difficult for me to ask? Or, let me change to a simple one?"

"No, if you change to a simple one, won't people laugh at my princess for not having real skills?" Yun Ruoyue sneered.

Mrs. Wei's face suddenly stiffened.

Yun Ruoyue suddenly poured herself a glass of wine. After she raised her head and drank it, she walked into the crowd, glanced at the surrounding scenery, and said: "Go to two or three miles, four or five houses in Yancun, six or seven pavilions, Eight (harmonious) ninety flowers."

As soon as the voice fell, everyone was stunned again.

Suddenly, those talented scholars all clapped their hands.

"Good poem, Wang Hao's poem is simple and generous. It is popular, easy to remember and good to listen to."

"This poem looks simple, but in fact it is not simple. In just four sentences, everything in the mountain village is covered. This poem can't be done by ordinary people. The princess is a real talented woman and she made it so quickly."

Yun Ruoyue's face flushed unnaturally when she heard everyone's praise.

Master Shao Kangjie, let your poems pretend to be a force, don't mind.

Who told her to be forced to this place?

She hurriedly handed over to everyone, "I just made a random poem. I didn't dare to master myself. I was just a little bit of a little bit of learning. It's just an introduction. You guys are true talents. We are waiting to listen to your poems."

Seeing that Yun Ruoyue is so powerful, she is still so self-effacing.

Those talented people all admire her even more.

At this time, Lin Lang's eyes were full of jealousy, and she suddenly sneered: "Is it only one? The princess is so powerful, I thought there were several."

Hearing Lin Lang's irony, Yun Ruoyue became angry, and she suddenly said: "One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eight (harmonious) ninety pieces, thousands of pieces, and countless pieces, all of them flying into the plum blossom."

After that, she stared at that Linlang coldly, and said solemnly: "Mrs. Linlang, I have already made three poems. I heard that you are also a famous talented woman. Otherwise, you also give us the title of numbers. How many songs do you want to listen to?"