It's okay to be the first?

Whether it is a group of self-proclaimed talents, or those who are accompanied by maids, many of the ladies are full of disbelief when they hear this.

Even these people among them don't dare to say it so lightly, if they really can't make a fool of themselves when the time comes.

"It's not going to be a limerick!"

One of the people with a broken mouth couldn't help but laugh, and the young man next to him also laughed, "Limerick poetry is also poetry!"

However, the young man who spoke first shook his head, calmed down the scene, and then said, "Girl, you have also seen this topic, it is a spring character, do you still have to think about it." ”

"No need!"

Originally, some people thought that Xue Rubing would ponder and find inspiration, but their ears didn't hear what they wanted to hear, so they couldn't help but be a little noisy, but then they quieted down, wanting to know what poetry she was going to make.

In fact, those women who have quieted down are basically affected by Long Qingyu next to Xue Rubing, and it is not uncommon for Xiang Long Qingyu to look like a teenager like Pan An, especially when people stand there, tall and majestic, and they don't want to be suave, and these who look at them are rippling in spring.

Long Qingyu felt so many Yingying Yanyan's blazing gaze, but he coughed slightly, and his expression was calm and atmospheric, which made those Yingying Yanyan on the opposite side look at him even higher. This also made his talented people in the capital despise for a while, because this group of warblers and warblers Yanyan was regarded by them as their back garden, and as a result, the focus instantly shifted to Long Qingyu.

"Third master, drink tea!"

Not far from that group of talents, there is a noble son sitting on an elegant seat in the front position, full of extravagance, at least those talents cannot be compared, he is the little prince Zhu Houyan.

After a closer look, he felt that Xue Rubing's woman was rare in the world, and a unique temperament attracted him, but Long Qingyu on the side ignored it. Now he took the servant's tea and took a sip gently, also looking forward to what outstanding poems Xue Rubing would make.

"Spring comes and goes, spring returns, rain comes and rain, rain goes and rain never sleeps. ”

Xue Rubing took a few steps with elegant steps, and under the silence of everyone, there was a warbler voice;

"Flowers bloom and fall all over the sky, love comes and goes. ”

As soon as Xue Rubing finished reciting the poem, a wave of discussion was instantly set off in the courtyard, and some of the maids beside the ladies were all under the supervision of their own young lady to write down the poem made by Xue Rubing in a small notebook.

"A good poem made by the girl, Tang admires!" said the unruly-looking scholar.

"Prizes, prizes!"

"After the girl's Yaxing, Tang also has a poem, which just matches one of my paintings, and it sounds. The scholar surnamed Tang said with a little vicissitudes.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and this Tang Yin was the best choice in their hearts.

"It's the title of this painting!"

"There are two or three couples in Chunshan, and they don't get tired of drinking and looking for flowers. The good thing is that the spring head pond is on the stone, and the soft Shakan sits quietly and dust-free. The scholar surnamed Tang read it and at the same time raised the pen and elegantly inscribed the poem in his painting.

"Good poetry, son-in-law. The scholar among the three of Long Qingyu was very close, and Xue Rubing glanced at the painting he had drawn.

"Haha, it's not as good as the girl's song just now, I'm ashamed. The scholar surnamed Tang said.

"Dare to ask my brother's name. Long Qingyu looked at this scholar and also admired it, so he asked.

"No, Tang Yin is below!"

Hearing this sentence of registration, Xue Rubing and Long Qingyu were shocked, and they couldn't imagine that Tang Yin and Tang Bohu, one of the four great talents in Jiangnan, were here.

"A talented and well-known talent, forgive the little woman's clumsiness. Xue Rubing said embarrassedly, because she liked Tang Yin's Peach Blossom Song very much, but she didn't expect to meet me today.

"Good Yaxing, good poetry, seconds!"

"I'm here to have a good time! This girl, Tang Gongzi, and listen. Zhu Houyan got up and said with a smile.

"Okay, Zhu Gongzi has written a poem!"

The crowd was very excited, it seemed that it was inseparable from this little prince, and I was afraid that the maids in the palace might not be able to say.

Zhu Houyan glanced at Xue Rubing, then glanced at the courtyard, and found that the willows in the courtyard had grown many new shoots, but the leaves had not yet grown, and the flowers and trees on the other side were green, and some flower buds on it were also in full bloom, bursts of fragrance wafted in, and their expressions were refreshing.

"The willows are green and the buds are tender and fluffy, and the fragrance is full of relaxation. The wind passes silently, and the two look at each other, and the spring is full of different feelings. Zhu Houyan shook the folding fan in his hand, and his voice reached the ears of everyone present.

"Good poetry, Zhu Gongzi is good!"

"Zhu Gongzi's poems are really rare masterpieces!"

There were many women's shrill voices in the crowd, and they were flattering at Zhu Houyan.

Some of the ladies liked Zhu Houyan a lot, and they even sent the maid to send them an invitation to a private meeting.

Zhu Houyan's heart didn't care about these ladies at all, so the sending of these invitations was perfunctory, but the good works of other talents before attracted some of the ladies to send invitations, but they were not afraid.

Zhu Houyan looked at Xue Rubing and Tang Yin and didn't have that feeling of being dazzled when they heard their poems, and couldn't help but step forward and ask, "How do you two feel about this poem!"

"Zhu Houyan, pigskin is cheeky and shameless. The little maid saw Zhu Houyan thoroughly, and he knew what to fart as soon as he pouted his ass.

"Hey, I can't make any big waves. Long Qingyu and Ning Er muttered quietly, full of confidence in Xue Rubing.

"Good poetry!"

"Good poetry!"

There is nothing wrong with this poem, it is neatly worked, but it is still reluctant to say that it is a good work, and it can only be regarded as an average masterpiece.

Xue Rubing and Tang Yin both made perfunctory remarks, which could be regarded as giving Zhu Houyan face.

"Thank you for the two Yazheng!" Zhu Houyan said with a fist salute, and there was not much excitement on his face.

"The poems have come to an end, each is a masterpiece, congratulations to you for entering the White Pagoda to have a look. One of the middle-aged men dressed as a housekeeper said in a deep voice.

Many ladies and talents in the crowd are happy, of course, those women's joy is only because the talented people who have received their invitations also have a place to enter, and one person can carry the decision of two people.

Zhu Houyan cheekily came to Xue Rubing and said, "This girl, can Zhu invite you and your maid to this white pagoda for a look!"

Xue Rubing couldn't help frowning when he heard this, did he have to be invited by a talented person to enter? When he was puzzled, he looked at the title, and took a closer look at it, and it really said that every talented person can only enter if he has a good work, and there is a quota for carrying two people.

Xue Rubing asked the middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper, and the answer he got was that it was a privilege for a woman to be invited by a talented man.

"I appreciate Childe's kindness. ”

Xue Rubing glanced at Long Qingyu helplessly, and as for Zhu Houyan's invitation, he refused fiercely.

"I'll write a poem, too!"

Long Qingyu saw Xue Rubing's eyes, looked at it, and said with a calm smile.

(End of chapter)