armyinform Chapter 1836 The Real Gold That Was Switched 24
Chapter 1836 The Real Gold That Was Switched 24
Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Yun Qian's poem was finished. The old nanny beside her hurriedly stepped forward, carefully picked up the paper, and then respectfully walked to the eldest princess and handed her the poem. After the eldest princess took the poem, her eyes became brighter and the smile on her face became more brilliant.
At the same time, Yun Xianrou, who was standing nearby, suddenly had an ominous premonition in her heart. Her eyes were fixed on the paper in the eldest princess's hand, as if she could see the words on it through the paper. At this moment, the eldest princess couldn't help but recite the poem again: "The peony in front of the courtyard is enchanting and has no style, and the lotus in the pond is pure and has little emotion. Only the peony is the true national beauty, and the capital city is moved when the flowers bloom! What a good poem!"
When hearing this poem, Yun Xianrou felt as if struck by lightning and her whole body was about to break apart.
She turned her head suddenly, her eyes full of disbelief and shock, staring at Yun Qian.
How could she possibly know this poem?
Could it be that she also traveled through time?
Shouldn't I be the only time traveler in this world?
At this moment, Yun Xianrou felt terrible. Her thoughts were in extreme confusion and her mind was in a mess.
The princess did not notice the expression on Yun Xianrou's face. At this moment, she looked at the poem in her hand with eyes full of love. But when she glanced at the signature below, she was stunned, "Young General Yun, who is this Liu Yuxi?"
Yun Qian blinked, looking innocent, "The author of this poem."
Hearing this, the princess was stunned for a moment, but before she could say anything, she heard the girl's clear voice continue, "Your Highness didn't say that you can't use other people's poems."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone around them frowned subconsciously.
Two seconds later, a girl in a light blue dress stood up with a frown on her face and said, "Aren't poems all about writing poems that come to your mind? What's the point of copying someone else's? We all wrote our own poems, but you used someone else's. This is not fair!"
"Can't you use someone else's poem?" Yun Qian had a faint smile on her lips and a hint of sarcasm in her eyes. She looked straight at Yun Xianrou, "But Miss Yun also used someone else's poem. Why didn't you say anything to her? Is it because she didn't write the author's name on the poem? Then I'll erase the author's name of this poem as well."
Yun Qian looked innocent, and she really didn't seem to understand why everyone was only blaming her and not Yun Xianrou.
However, her words were like a bomb, instantly detonating the entire audience.
Everyone started talking, the voices became louder and louder, and the situation got out of control for a while.
The eldest princess frowned, a look of displeasure on her face.
She remembered that Yun Xianrou had just said that the poem was written by herself, and her heart was suddenly filled with dislike for Yun Xianrou.
She looked at Yun Qian, a trace of doubt and inquiry flashed in her eyes, and asked: "General Yun, who is the author of that poem?"
Yun Qian smiled slightly and replied calmly: "Bai Juyi."
Hearing the name, the eldest princess was slightly stunned. After thinking for a moment, she shook her head, indicating that she had never heard of it.
She frowned and said with a questioning tone: "Bai Juyi? How come I have never heard of a poet who can write such a good poem?"
Yun Qian smiled and explained, "Princess, have you heard of Liu Yuxi?"
The princess was stunned for a moment, then shook her head, "No."
Yun Qian smiled and nodded, saying softly, "That's it."
Princess, "......"
"Where did General Yun get these two poems?" the princess asked curiously, with anticipation gleaming in her eyes.
Yun Qian calmly took out a volume of "Three Hundred Tang Poems" from her bosom and handed it to the old nanny beside her, then said softly: "Reporting to the Princess, this is something I got by chance when I was at the border. Since the Princess loves poetry so much, I will boldly give this book to you."
The eldest princess took the book and opened it impatiently. Her eyes gradually brightened, as if she had discovered a treasure.
She flipped through the pages one by one, and every poem intoxicated her. The love in her eyes grew stronger and stronger, almost overflowing.
After a long time, she finally closed the book and looked at Yun Qian with joy on her face. She said with some uncontrollable excitement, "General Yun just said that he wanted to give this collection of poems to me?"
Yun Qian nodded slightly to show his affirmation.
The princess was overjoyed and said happily, "It's a good idea to return gifts. I'll give you a gift as well."
As she spoke, she gently stroked the jade pendant on her waist, then took it off and handed it to the old nanny beside her. She then smiled at Yun Qian and said, "Young General Yun, this jade pendant is something that I have kept close to my body. I am giving it to you now. As long as you have this jade pendant, you can come to see me at any time in the future."
Yun Qian accepted the jade pendant and said, "Thank you very much, Princess."
The eldest princess smiled, and asked someone to pass the collection of poems around for everyone to see.
Soon, exclamations were heard one after another.
"Oh my god, wasn't this the poem Yun Xianrou wrote at the banquet hosted by Miss Li last time?"
"Wait! This one seems to be the same!"
“This poem seems a little familiar…”
Hearing the screams coming from her ears, Yun Xianrou wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. She felt that everyone was staring at her with mocking eyes, making her feel ashamed.
Yunmu, who was standing by, also felt extremely ashamed. At this moment, she finally realized the reality. Perhaps, the daughter she had raised was not as good as she had imagined...
Unconsciously, Yunmu cast her eyes on Yun Qian who was not far away, with a very complicated expression...