Nine idiot and weak women swore to marry poorly, love plum blossoms, and were willing to disobey their father's orders, and returned to the Jilan Pavilion for a while, Long Jing and the sisters came to the "Jilan Pavilion"

, Ruizhu has already led people to set up the tea and fruit here, and everyone sat down separately.

Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Long Jing is Cui'e on the right, Bingshuang on the left, Jiang Yan next to Bingshuang, and Fengqin sat next to Cui'e.

The maids of each of them stood and served, and five or six servants fanned the oven outside the pavilion to warm the wine.

The glass of wine was full, Cui'e stood up, held the wine glass, looked at everyone, and said with a smile: "Ah Jing, sisters, we are together again today, there is no need to say anything about the past, Sister Yu borrowed this glass of wine to toast the sisters, I will do it first." ”

As he spoke, he tilted his head and drank the wine in his glass.

Everyone stood up and said with a smile: "Thank you, Sister Cui'e!"

As he spoke, he drank his own wine.

Feng Qin said with a smile: "I'm so happy today, everyone must drink more, don't get drunk and don't return!"

Long Jing also said: "Our family has a small population, although Sister Cui'e still has a few brothers and sisters-in-law, but they don't often come to Jiangnan, so even if it is the New Year's Festival, it is not very lively. I hated the tedious manners, so I was always with my grandmother and sisters, except for the necessary ones. It's hard to get two more people today, so you must have fun. ”

As he spoke, he drank another glass of wine.

Jiang Yan said: "Big brother is right,"

She also drank the wine in front of her, "I grew up with Master since I was a child, and there are only two of us in the mountains. Now that there are so many sisters who love me and care about me, how can I not be happy. ”

As he spoke, he craned his neck again and drank a toast.

Cui'e saw that Jiang Yan was also drinking dry cup after cup, afraid that she would drink too much, so she hurriedly said: "I said, it's not interesting for us to just drink like this, why don't we make a drinking order?"

"Okay!"

Feng Qin responded immediately.

"The liquor order is too vulgar,"

Long Jing holds a cup in his hand, looking at the railing, this Jilan Pavilion is built in the lake, there are many fish and birds in the water, at this time, the lotus flowers of the pond are blooming brightly, the green lotus leaves will spread the pool full, at a glance, it is like a green embroidered blanket.

"Look,"

He held the cup and pointed to the pool: "How can there be no wine without such a beautiful scenery, how can there be no song without wine, the beautiful scenery and wine are just like a painting; This scene should be a poem to live up to this beautiful scenery and wine. ”

"That's fine,"

Cui'e said: "Let's do it." Ruizhu, you go and get more pen and ink. ”

"Yes, miss. ”

Rui Zhu answered and went.

"Sister Cui'e,"

Feng Qin shouted: "You write poems according to him, and he should win, you are naturally not afraid, you will not lose, I will fall again." ”

Long Jing smiled: "If you don't do it yourself, you can blame others for winning? ”

Feng Qin was not angry, but smiled: "Naturally, just punish me again." ”

"Sister Cui'e, big brother,"

Jiang Yan said: "If you want to compose poems, don't count me, I won't." ”

"Sister Yan,"

Feng Qin said: "Don't spoil the fun, I lose every time, and I'm not afraid." ”

As he spoke, Ruizhu came with three or four servants with pen, ink and paper, and Baozhu took the little maids to set up another table and put the pen and ink on the table in five copies.

Cui'e said: "The pen and ink are all there, let's start making it, limited to one pillar of incense." ”

"Wait,"

Feng Qin asked: "Since it is a poem, it naturally has to have rhyme, words and eyes, what is the theme?"

"In my opinion,"

Cui'e said: "Those rhyme formats are too encircled and can't be played well." It's better for us to be special today, and we don't limit ourselves to any topic or rhyme, just write a poem or a word. What do my sisters think?"

Bingshuang smiled: "This method is good, I don't know how to do it in the first place, and once the rhyme is limited, it will be even worse." ”

Feng Qin also said: "Okay, that's it." Ruizhu, light the incense quickly. ”

Ruizhu lit a pillar of sweet dream incense, and this incense burned extremely fast.

Feng Qin hurriedly picked up the pen, thought for a while and wrote two sentences, felt that it was not good, painted it again, and wrote it again.

Jiang Yan thought about it for a long time, and then she had two sentences, afraid that she would forget, so she was busy writing them down, and then thinking about the future.

Frost Cui'e sat down and thought about it, only Long Jing looked at Feng Qin for a while: "It's not good, it's not good!"

After a while, he looked at Jiang Yan again: "Don't worry, think slowly." ”

Ran to Frost again: "Well, yes, it's a lot better." ”

Cui'e raised her head and said, "Ah Jing, don't go around, hurry up and write." ”

"Oops,"

Feng Qin glanced up and shouted, "Why is this incense burning so fast today, there is only an inch left." I'm still not good at these few sentences, no matter what, write it out first. ”

Ruizhu smiled: "Young master, write quickly." ”

Long Jing smiled unhurriedly: "Don't worry, I already have it." ”

"Whether you have it or not, I'm going to rewind,"

Cui'e put Bingshuang, Fengqin, Jiang Yan and herself together, and said to Long Jing: "What about yours? If you don't bring it again, even if you don't have it, you should be punished." ”

Long Jing put pen to paper and said: "Mine is here." ”

said in his mouth, and the pen in his hand was like a god: "Fang Xin has no reason to find colorful mandarin ducks, and it should be difficult to see it in the world and heaven,......"

"Okay,"

Just wrote two sentences, and all the women praised it, Jiang Yan said: "This time it must be the eldest brother who won the championship again." ”

I saw Long Jing continue to write: "Yaoqin is secretly full of tears, and it is unbearable. The clouds on the pillow have not dried, the apricot blossoms are cold in the light rain at the head of the building, who is in the twilight smoke, leaning on the railing. ”

After writing, Long Jing put down his pen: "What's the matter? If it's okay, it's up to you." ”

"Okay,"

Cui'e handed the poem to Indigo, "Sister Indigo, you can read it." ”

"Yes, Miss Nangong. ”

Indigo took it with a smile and looked at the first one, which was Jiang Yan's: "People swim in the clouds and fog, the maple forest is cool and quiet, who is singing 'Heavenly Tower', accompanying me in the painting." ”

The second is Fengqin's: "Spring arrives in the south of the Yangtze River, the spring rain is sprinkled, and the spring breeze is warm." The willows shake the new branches, and the peach blossoms are red. The green mountains and purple swallows dance, the green lake carp is happy, the picturesque spring is strong, the spring breeze is fragrant, and the spring rain is sweet. ”

The next one is frosty: "A flower flies but spring, the wind is sad, and you want to see all the flowers through your eyes, don't be tired of hurting your lips." The small begonia nest jade on the lake, the high mound lying on the edge of the garden is a unicorn; ”

The last one is Cui'e's: "Step out of the incense, Qingge Lintai liquid." The dawn trees are full of warblers, and the spring embankment is full of grass. The scenery is revealed, and the sky above the snow is blue. The flowers and butterflies are coming, and the mountains are about to set. ”

Indigo finished reading and said to Cui'e: "Miss Cui'e, I've finished reading." ”