Ouyang Wu was standing next to Ye Chonghua. She saw with her own eyes that Ye Chonghua was pressing the King of Huai'an step by step, saw him being aggressive, and heard every word he said.
It would be a lie to say that she was not moved at all...
Ouyang Wu looked at Ye Chonghua quietly, but when Ye Chonghua looked back at her, she subconsciously avoided his gaze as if her thoughts were peeped into, so that she did not see the flash of sadness in his eyes.
Princess Yaohua was also standing next to them at this time. She saw with her own eyes that Ye Chonghua cared about and protected Ouyang Wu. If she had been self-indulgent at the beginning and thought that the reason why Ye Chonghua chose Ouyang Wu was to humiliate her, Beiming Yaohua, then at this moment, she really realized it!
She knew that Ye Chonghua was serious and he really wanted to marry Ouyang Wu, this little bitch!
Princess Yaohua clenched her smooth hands in her wide sleeves into fists, and twisted madness flashed in her eyes. She, Beiming Yaohua, would never allow anyone else to snatch away the person she wanted! She smiled coldly, interrupting the eye contact between Ye Chonghua and Ouyang Wu, and said coldly: "You have passed this poem, but Ouyang Wu, don't be complacent, there is still a long party today!" At this point, Princess Yaohua has made no secret of her disgust for Ouyang Wu. Ouyang Wu looked at her with a pair of clear eyes, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes: "Princess, you are joking. This drum-beating flower boat relies on luck. It should not be operated in secret. What do you think?"
Princess Yaohua's beautiful eyes seemed to be poisoned, and they were extremely cold: "Maybe your luck is so bad."
Princess Yaohua raised her hand and said loudly: "Ouyang Xuan, keep beating the drum!"
At this time, Ouyang Wu looked very gentle, gentle and free, but her eyes were as indifferent as ever.
Want to play, right? Then she will accompany you to the end.
The sound of drumming sounded.
The small flower boat slowly drifted forward from the source again.
Dong, dong, dong——
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the small flower boat, watching it float past one position after another. When it was very close to Ouyang Wu, everyone's heart was lifted tightly——
Just when it passed in front of Ouyang Wu, suddenly——
The dull sound of war drums suddenly stopped.
Ouyang Wu's mouth curled up a smile of understanding. How could she not have thought of such a result? But seeing them do it shamelessly, she still found it ridiculous.
"It's still her..." A cry of surprise began to be heard from the crowd.
"How can it be such a coincidence? It's impossible..."
"Who does Ouyang Xuan support? Isn't he Ouyang Wu's biological brother?"
"Oh, you don't know this, right? They are not biological brothers, and I heard that Ouyang Wu's biological mother was killed by Ouyang Xuan's biological mother. The two have a great hatred..."
"Oh, isn't that brother and sister killing each other? We are in for a good show."
The crowd was talking, but it didn't affect Ouyang Xuan's loyalty to Princess Yaohua at all.
Princess Yaohua looked at Ouyang Wu with a sneer, "It seems that your brother is really good to you. This time he wants you to be in the limelight again. You two really have a deep brother-sister relationship."
Princess Yaohua naturally heard the discussions below, but she deliberately misinterpreted it, saying that Ouyang Xuan cheated and chose her for Ouyang Wu's sake. It was really shameless.
There were sober people in the crowd who saw the true face of Princess Yaohua at a glance and had some doubts about her previous perfect image.
As for those who blindly worship Princess Yaohua, they naturally believed whatever she said. For a while, many people turned their guns on Ouyang Wu and Ouyang Xuan.
Ouyang Wu smiled coldly: "In this case, then I will give up, okay?"
It would be best if she gave up, right? This way she would not steal the limelight, right?
But Princess Yaohua would never let her go so easily. She smiled coldly: "Why? Backed down? Or do you dare not write the second poem?"
Princess Yaohua was simply making trouble. No matter what Ouyang Wu chose, it seemed to be her fault. If she gave up, it was because she was afraid of backing down. If she participated, it would be embarrassing if she couldn't write a poem. If she could write a poem, then all the credit would belong to him, Ouyang Xuan.
Ouyang Wu smiled coldly: "It's just the second poem, what's so difficult about it? But let's change someone to beat the drum next time, so that no one will gossip and increase suspicion."
Princess Yaohua said coldly: "That's fine, but this second poem still has to be written by me."
"Then please ask the question, I'm all ears."
Princess Yaohua's eyes sank slightly, she decided to ask a more difficult question to make Ouyang Wu lose face, after a while she sneered: "I won't make it difficult for you, since you have already written a poem with the theme of orchids, then write another one now, and the level must not be worse than the first one! Moreover, it is limited to half an incense stick! And it must be an ancient four-character poem."
How can you come up with a perfect poem just by thinking of it? And it is limited to half an incense stick? And it is an ancient four-character poem that is not common now? This is simply asking too much!
However, there were no people who stood up for the weak, but there were many people who were waiting to see Ouyang Wu laugh.
Princess Yaohua looked at Ouyang Wu sternly, with a cold light flashing in her eyes, provocative and bloodthirsty.
She wished that Ouyang Wu would give up now. Once Ouyang Wu gave up, she would have countless ways to beat Ouyang Wu to the ground.
But Ouyang Wu smiled faintly: "Youlan Poetry? It's really difficult."
At this time, a palace maid had already pinched the long incense in two at the signal of Princess Yaohua, and the short incense had been lit.
"Let's start, Miss Ouyang Wu." Princess Yaohua sneered coldly.
She didn't believe that in half an incense stick, Ouyang Wu could still write such a wonderful poem. Even if the immortal poet came down to earth, he might not be able to do it under such a request.
At this time, Ye Chonghua looked at Ouyang Wu with an arrogance that looked down on the world. His deep eyes looked into Ouyang Wu's eyes, but with a smile. That smile seemed to have gone through thousands of mountains and rivers, and carried a sense of ambiguity in which you are in me and I am in you.