Ziyun and Feng Jiwen looked at each other suspiciously.

Na Yancheng had already gotten up and said to the two of them, "I have something to leave for a while, and I'll be back soon." ”

"Huh-" Ziyun was about to ask the last question, but seeing that he had already turned around and left, she was inconvenient to make noise in the corridor, so she could only lower her voice and say to Feng Jiwen: "What is he doing in a hurry?"

Feng Jiwen was also puzzled.

Ziyun thought for a moment, and saw that Na Yancheng had already descended the stone steps, his eyes rolled, and he didn't know what he thought, and said to Feng Jiwen mysteriously: "I'll go and take a look......"

At first glance, the maid came out of a big family, and the young master and son mostly took the maid when they went out, and only the young lady would take the maid.

It seems to be boring.

Feng Jiwen saw that she was really about to get up, so she hurriedly asked in a low voice, "You're not playing?"

"Maybe you'll find something even more fun...... You're waiting for me to come back. Ziyun seemed to be afraid of losing it, and left without stopping for a moment.

Jin Rongyue's side has drawn the second lottery-Yutong lottery.

This sign is actually in the hands of Ding Ziyu.

Everyone saw that his eyes were very raw, wearing a washed white city cloth robe, obviously not in a circle, and there was a faint sense of rejection in his eyes.

It was as if this Xiangshan Feng Club was a party for their children to have fun, and the crowd that was out of step with them was an intruder and should not be cheeky enough to get involved.

Facing everyone's funny or disdainful eyes, Ding Ziyu's ears were slightly warm.

It's not that he doesn't know what kind of virtue the nobles in Beijing have, but he didn't expect that on the occasion of a literati gathering like the Xiangshan Fenghui, it will increase unabated.

Facing everyone's eyes, he suddenly realized that the so-called Xiangshan Feng used to learn would be completely different from what he imagined, and he even felt that he should not be humiliated.

"Dare to ask who this son is?" Jin Rongyue looked over and asked aloud.

Ding Ziyu came back to his senses slightly, lowered his head slightly and replied: "Under Ding Ziyu." ”

"I haven't heard of ......," someone said bluntly.

The corners of Feng Jiwen's mouth twitched, and she really wanted to see which fool said this sentence.

There are more people in the whole world, and if you have heard all of them, aren't you going to heaven?

No one else has heard of you yet.

Wang Lijun on the other side saw that Ding Ziyu was also there, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, but he pretended to be unfamiliar and asked, "This brother Tai looked at Yansheng, I don't know which one?"

Most of the people here are the children of the Eight Banners, so it is not surprising that he has this question.

But knowing Ding Ziyu's identity, he deliberately asked such questions, which was deliberately trying to make him ugly.

How could Ding Ziyu not know his intentions, but he could only reply: "I am a Han nationality, not a person from the Eight Banners." ”

It's not that there are no Han children here, but most of them are also from official eunuchs, and it is indeed rare for a scholar like him to be poor and white.

Feng Jiwen saw that Wang Lijun seemed to be deliberately trying to take the opportunity to open her mouth to humiliate, so she took the lead and said indifferently: "Mr. Ding is the current teacher of our Feng Mansion, and he was personally introduced by Mr. Yuan Mei two months ago - it seems that he was invited to your mansion by Lord Wang last month, why hasn't Wang Gongzi seen it?"

Ding Ziyu looked at her in surprise.

The little girl's face was flat and calm, and she couldn't see a trace of emotion, as if she was just clarifying a very ordinary thing.

Wang Lijun's face turned pale for a while.

Some people looked at him suspiciously, while others looked at Feng Jiwen.

"Which lady is this......" someone even asked in a low voice.

Look at the eyes.

"It turns out that the son and the family teacher know each other. Jin Rongyue said with a little respect in her tone, and then said: "This Yutong sign is in the hands of Ding Gongzi——"

"It's better to ask this son to compose a poem on the spot!" Wang Lijun suddenly interrupted Jin Rongyue's words, and made up his mind to embarrass Ding Ziyu, looked at Jin Rongyue again, and said with a smile: "This year's Xiangshan Feng will be hosted by Miss Jin Er, so it's better to take the beauty as the theme and make a song to meet the occasion!"

The person who was punished has always picked out one of his own strengths from poetry, calligraphy and painting, and it is the most difficult to compose poems on the spot, and he has always been unrestricted.

No one can see that he must be Ding Ziyu's disappointment.

I asked people which of the eight flags it was, obviously to embarrass the other party?

didn't wait for the imaginary echo, but Wang Lijun, who was looked at by everyone in a strange way, had a more wonderful face.

Feng Jiwen almost burst out laughing.

Exposing his own narrow-mindedness, not to mention, he used poetry to embarrass a literati who relies on teaching to eat, and there is really no one.

Shooting yourself in the foot is really this young man's consistent style.

Good, that's good.

"Just according to what Wang Gongzi said. In the midst of embarrassment, it was Ding Ziyu who broke it out loud.

He still didn't want to offend Wang Lijun too much.

Although everyone didn't make a sound, most of them looked like they were watching a good show and not being too lively.

"I come to this Xiangshan Fenghui every year, but the interesting things are not the same every year. Yi Jiang'a glanced at Wang Lijun and Ding Ziyu, and when he caught a glimpse of Feng Jiwen, he suddenly said curiously: "But which house is the girl who just spoke?

Seeing that he was full of doubts, He Shen smiled and said nothing.

It's just that this young lady of the Feng family has changed her appearance in just a few months, so many people can't recognize it, which is indeed extraordinary.

Feng Jiwen, who didn't know that she had been noticed, was waiting calmly to see Wang Lijun being slapped in the face.

Although Ding Ziyu did not reach the point of becoming a poem in seven steps, he thought about it for only half a cup of tea, and then opened his mouth.

He lifted his breath slightly, and said slowly: "As soon as the morning light comes, the beauties meet for the first time." ”

"The warbler is turning, and the willow has turned into smoke. ”

"The silence is angry, and the west wind urges the eyebrows. ”

"A glimpse of the half-pot smoke...... Half a pot of joy. ”

"It's ugly—" Ding Ziyu bowed around.

In a corner, Wang Liyun looked at the humble young man from a distance, and the little poem that he had just read out seemed to echo in his ears.

She opened her mouth lightly and repeated it silently, her eyes flickering slightly.

"Mr. Ding is really knowledgeable, but now that it's winter, where did the willows come from?" Wang Lijun finally seized the opportunity to regain a trace of face.

What Wang Gongzi said was that Ding was a shallow learner, and he couldn't make good poems for a while, so he had to piece it together. It made you laugh. Ding Ziyu responded indifferently.

Seeing him bow his head, Wang Lijun finally stopped entanglement, and withdrew his gaze with a cold snort.

Feng Jiwen knew in her heart that with Ding Ziyu's talent, it was not difficult to make a poem that suited the occasion, so I was afraid that she was deliberately saving face for Wang Lijun.

But people like Wang Lijun are afraid that they won't appreciate it at all.

The small turmoil passed quickly, and after Jin Rongyue praised Ding Ziyu for playing a few rounds, she drew the third lottery.

"I don't know who holds the red order sign?"

Everyone shook their heads and searched everywhere, but no one stood up.

"Who's the other one? ”

Someone started to get impatient.

Feng Jiwen was also a little puzzled, but at this time, she heard the little fairy on the side whisper: "Girl...... Isn't it the one left by Ziyun Gege?"

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