In the living room, by the fire in one corner, sat the ladies who were writing poems.

On the main seat, the prefect's wife was already appreciating the poems, and when she saw Su Qingzhi coming in, she beckoned to her.

Su Qingzhi walked over with a smile, and the prefect's wife handed Su Qingzhi the paper with the poem in her hand.

She whispered: "Mrs. Lin, in order not to affect the person who is writing the poem, you can whisper it, is this poem well written?"

Su Qingzhi looked at the eyes of the ladies gathered around the prefect's wife, and naturally saw the smug look in the eyes of the lady who wrote poetry.

Su Qingzhi looked down at the poem, it was written about a winter scene, and looking at it, this lady still has a bit of literary talent.

Su Qingzhi handed the poem back to Mrs. Prefect, she smiled and whispered: "Mrs. Lou, I read very smoothly, but I don't understand poetry, so I don't dare to speak in this regard." ”

The lady listened to Su Qingzhi's words, and she whispered slightly, "Mrs. Lin didn't take a fancy to the poems I wrote, right?"

Mrs. Lin, there are all the pen, ink, paper, and inkstones over there, you can go and write a poem, so that I can also have a long experience. ”

Su Qingzhi raised the corner of her eyes to look at her, she considered the ladies who were still writing poems, so she smiled and whispered: "Writing poetry also requires a poetic heart, when you have nothing, you let me write, and you think too highly of me." ”

Mrs. Prefect had a smug look on her face, she just liked to see others arguing in front of her, and then she took the opportunity to be a middleman.

Mrs. Zhizhou had the heart to squeeze up to speak, but she couldn't find a suitable opportunity, so she mocked in a low voice: "Mrs. Lin, you have so many excuses, you don't know how to write poetry, and you can say it directly, you don't have to speak with any poetic heart." ”

Su Qingzhi looked at her with a smile and said, "You're right, I told Mrs. Lou a long time ago that I can't write poetry."

It's just that this lady looked up to me just now, and I can't reply to other people's words too bluntly. ”

Mrs. Prefect only felt that Su Qingzhi's temperament was not very good, and she frowned slightly after listening to this kind of conversation.

She whispered to the people around her with emotion: "I still envy Mrs. Lin's current age, but it's a pity that we are old, and we don't have the vitality of her." ”

Su Qingzhi heard the words of the prefect's wife, and then looked at the eyes of the elderly ladies who came over, she was a little embarrassed and whispered: "Ladies, I just talked a little more, I should be silent." ”

After Su Qingzhi said this, she took a few steps back, and then left the circle of the prefect's wife.

Su Qingzhi was looking for a place to sit down when Wang and her friends walked in.

She whispered to them in one place, waiting for the ladies who were writing the poems to finish.

The ladies finally finished writing the poems, and everyone gathered around the prefect's wife to listen to the inner commentary, and someone directly asked the ladies to read out their own poems.

Su Qingzhi and Wang were standing outside the circle, Su Qingzhi looked at Wang curiously, at such a time, she was not curious?

Wang shook his head at Su Qingzhi, and the two listened to the Neri ladies reading poems together.

Su Qingzhi's eyes slowly widened, such a smooth sentence can also be used as a poem, and it can also be exchanged for everyone's praise.

She turned her head to look at the Wang family, and she whispered, "This lady's brother-in-law is a fourth-rank official in Anweng City. ”

Su Qingzhi understood that even if this lady wrote a sentence, it would make people look up to it, not to mention that she also wrote four sentences with her heart.

The prefect's wife quickly got the result, that is, the lady who wrote the poem first and the lady who wrote the four sentences were the best.

The prefect's wife directly sent a few poems that everyone thought were good to the men, and they pointed out the good and bad.

Wang tugged at Su Qingzhi, and the two walked to the corner and stood, Wang whispered: "This time, it's time to go outside to enjoy the winter scenery again." ”

Su Qingzhi looked at her with some gratitude, she was young and had good bones, but she couldn't stand the test of such hot and cold in turn.

Wang looked at Su Qingzhi and smiled slightly, and whispered: "That year, after I went back, I drank three bowls of decoction in a row, and I was still a little uncomfortable when I got up early the next day. ”

Su Qingzhi quietly asked Wang: "Will the men judge the quality of the women's poems?"

Wang laughed and said, "The men don't pay attention to the women's affairs, and I've never heard of men commenting on how well these ladies' poems are written." ”

While the two of them were talking, the prefect's wife was already smiling and saying, "I see that the hour is still early, let's go out to enjoy the winter scenery for a while, and when we come in later, we can have a meal." ”

Wang tugged at Su Qingzhi, and the two approached the window screen.

They approached and saw that there were already two people standing there, the two of them smiled at the others, and Wang pulled Su Qingzhi to the other side.

They had come just in time, and no sooner had they stood there than someone came to that place.

Su Qingzhi saw many unfamiliar faces, and when she looked at them, they were all relatively young ladies.

The prefect's wife beckoned people to go outside, and she looked at the people scattered in all corners on all sides, and her face became slightly displeased.

After she looked around for a while, she didn't find Su Qingzhi, and when she walked out, she whispered to Mrs. Zhizhou, "Mrs. Lin went out early?"

Mrs. Zhizhou had a smile on her face, but she secretly complained bitterly, but Mrs. Zhizhou went out to enjoy the winter scenery, so she naturally wanted to follow.

After Mrs. Zhizhou looked around a few times, she shook her head and said, "I didn't pay attention to her before. ”

The prefect's wife is inconvenient to find Su Qingzhi again, and she is also worried that if she makes things too exposed, it will not end well in the future.

Mrs. Zhizhou is usually clever, and at this time, she only remembered that she had to hurry up and find an excuse to come back earlier, and she never took a look at Mrs. Prefect's expression.

Mrs. Prefect looked at Mrs. Zhizhou very disappointed, she only felt that she was getting more and more difficult to call.

She thought that Mrs. Zhizhou was about to be old and her reaction was a little slow, and Mrs. Zhizhou had never thought about it at this time, because Mrs. Zhizhou was worried about the interweaving of hot and cold in and out like this, and she was worried about getting sick in the future.

Mrs. Zhizhou thought in her heart that she had asked the housekeeper to quietly cook the decoction for later use.

She went back to drink a few bowls, and it shouldn't be a big deal.

The scenery of the prefect's house is good, but for most of the ladies, the scenery is similar every year, and they can't see anything new, so they can only admire the icicles hanging on the courtyard wall from a distance.

The icicles hanging on the wall of the prefect's courtyard, I don't know if people have intentions or natural generation, anyway, it looks very strange, and it is natural to provoke people to look at it for a long time.

Wang and Su Qingzhi stood in the window screen, listening to the people outside, and one by one they boasted that the icicles of the prefect's house were more unusual than ordinary people.

Wang sneered in a low voice: "Naturally, it will be more beautiful than our ordinary people's icicles, and the people of their family have worked hard to get them, so it may not be unusual." ”