"In this second round, you will write poems inspired by winter. You can choose between five-character or seven-character lines, and the focus is on whose poems resonate most deeply with the audience. Every person here is a judge."

Everyone understood Mrs. Lin's words.

The standard of winning or losing is to see whose poems can touch people's hearts.

Whether it's expressing love, family affection, friendship or anything else...

As long as it can touch the heart, it is a good poem.

“A cup of tea for each person, and now we begin to think.” Lady Lin said again.

Han Ruyi got up and paced back and forth, taking small, shuffling steps.

Holding a delicate Xiangfei fan in her hand, she furrowed her brow, pondering deeply, brewing a masterpiece.

In contrast, Yang Ruqing sat back down again, grabbed a handful of melon seeds and started crunching them, the sound loud and crisp.

Everyone was stunned.

“Miss Yang, don't you need to think about it carefully?” Li’s wife couldn’t help but kindly remind her.

Yang Ruqing looked up and smiled at Li's wife, revealing a full set of white and neat teeth.

"I was pondering, though my way of pondering is different from Miss Han's," she said.

"Well," Mrs. Li was speechless.

There, Han Ruyi stopped her steps and lifted her head.

"I have it," she said.

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"Pffft!"

Here, Yang Ruohua almost spit out the mouthful of water she just drank.

What does "I got it" mean?

What's up?

Baby, are you?

Over there, Han Ruyi saw Yang Ruqing's expression and suddenly thought of something as well.

Han Ruyi narrowed her eyes, gave Yang Ruqing a slightly annoyed glare, then turned to face Madam Lin and Madam Li, bowing respectfully. "Ladies, I have a new work."

Mrs. Lin smiled and raised her hand, gesturing for Han Ruyi to recite it aloud.

Han Ruyi then cleared her throat and read aloud in a voice like that of a nightingale.

"Amongst the snow and ice, I stand alone,Unmixed with the blossoms of peach and plum."

Suddenly, a fragrance filled the night, spreading throughout the heavens and earth.

Han Ruyi finished reciting her own poem and stood aside, a faint smile of satisfaction on her face, quietly waiting for Madam Lin and Madam Li's appraisal.

Mrs. Lin savored the poem for a while and then praised, "Miss Han's poem seems to express a certain sentiment through the praise of plum blossoms."

As everyone knows, in spring, flowers bloom everywhere and peach blossoms compete with plum blossoms for beauty.

But the plum blossom, it blooms alone in the cold winter with snow for company.

Although I have missed the splendid blossom season, I still stand out unique and add a splash of color to the bleak winter.

“Through plum blossoms, she also displays Miss Han's own qualities. What’s even rarer is that she just used seven steps.”

"Composing a poem in seven steps, that's truly amazing!" Mrs. Lin exclaimed.

Now, Han Ruyi's face couldn't hide her excitement and joy.

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And his gaze towards Yang Ruqing was even more filled with provocation and urgency.

I can't wait to see Yang Ruohui recite a couplet to further showcase her talent.

Here, Yang Ruqing also put down the melon seeds in her hand and took a sip of tea to clear her throat.

"I like any kind of flower," she said.

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“Plum blossoms, peach blossoms, pear blossoms, all kinds of flowers blooming in different seasons, I like them all because they each have their own beauty and unique character,”

"Since God created all things, there must be a reason for it. No one is better than anyone else, and no one is worse than anyone else. We are all flowers."

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As soon as Yang Ruqing spoke, a chorus of agreement arose in the private study.

Yes, the ladies who come here are all proud.

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Han Ruyi just boasted that she was like plum blossoms, saying something about not competing with peaches and li for beauty, which made these headstrong young ladies unhappy.

Every person wants to be unique and feels they are different from others.

Why is it your turn, Han Ruyi?

Therefore, as soon as Yang Ruohua spoke, many misses immediately turned from disliking her to supporting her.

"Miss Yang, you speak rightly. Miss Yang, it's your turn to compose a poem." someone urged among them.

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Everyone wants to use Yang Ruqing's hand

to defeat the first talented woman in the capital, Han Ruyi.

How could Yang Ruqing not see through these people's schemes?

She smiled humbly and replied honestly:

"As for this piece, since Miss Han has already used it, I won't need it,"

"As for me, I'll improvise a poem based on where I grew up and the environment around me. Just listen along, everyone!"

Then, she also rose to her feet, paused for a moment, and in a calm voice, read out:

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>As the sun sets, the mountains turn gray and distant. In the cold evening air, a solitary white house stands poor and lonely.

When the master heard the barking of dogs, it was a windy and snowy night when people returned home!

After Yang Ruqing finished reciting the poem, she silently apologized to the original author in her heart ten thousand times.

Sorry, sorry. Let me borrow this for a bit.

In the study, a sudden silence descended.

Then, Mrs. Lin stood up from the stool. She didn't speak, but slowly walked towards the window.

Then, standing by the window, gazing at the boundless night outside, letting this chilly night wind blow in through the window.

Suddenly, the room grew a little colder.

In the private room, there were all dainty young ladies, like flowers in a greenhouse.

When everyone saw Mrs. Lin's actions, they were all a little surprised.

Han Ruyi couldn't help but smirk.

"Miss Yang, this couplet of yours is really well-written and full of meaning," Han Ruyi said with a smile.

"It's just the barking of dogs and the creaking of doors, it's simply unbearable."

"Look, even we foresters can't take it anymore. We went to the window for some fresh air. It's really something!" Han Ruyi teased playfully.

Is that really so?

Yang Ruqing raised an eyebrow, her gaze falling on Mrs. Lin's back by the window.

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Mrs. Lin stood quietly by the window, gazing at the night outside, silent as ever.

Han Ruyi still wanted to speak, but suddenly Mrs. Lin raised her hand.

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Han Ruyi immediately dared not speak any more.

>The study suddenly fell silent.

Han Ruyi's satisfied gaze swept over Yang Ruohuang's face, as if to say, Just wait, you're going to lose!

Yang Ruqing completely ignored Han Ruyi, even suspecting that the title of "First Talented Woman in the Capital" was given to her by some incompetent fool.

After a long time, there came from the wind, Mrs. Lin’s voice, faint and murmuring.

As the sun sets, mountains turn gray and far away, while in the cold evening, a humble hut stands white.

“When a dog barks at the colored gate, it is snowing and windy. Someone returns home at night.”

“Children, I am older than all of you, and my seniority is also higher. Today at this poetry meeting, please allow me, as an elder, to act old for a while.”

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Mrs. Lin murmured to herself, then slowly turned away.

Everyone noticed that there were two streaks of tears on her face.

"My husband, Lord Rongge, is the first among the three grand secretaries in the present cabinet."

"In the eyes of outsiders, our husband and wife are enjoying boundless wealth and glory."

But children, do you know that life is like a white horse galloping past, only a few decades in a hurry.

"My husband and I had already made plans that when he retired, we would go to a place with mountains and water. We'd cultivate two mu of land, plant two vegetable patches, dig a well, and build three thatched-roof houses."

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