"What kind of poem is the third sister talking about? Looking at the young ladies around who were still washing their hands, Mo Xuemin was really proud, and couldn't help but smile and ask.

"The eldest sister said and laughed, where can I write any poems, just recognize a few words and myself, really can't talk about combining them into poems, looking at the speed of the eldest sister, I know that the eldest sister must be good, and the eldest sister must teach the younger sister if there is time in the future, and it will save the eldest sister's face if there is a palace banquet like this. Mo Xuetong smiled like a flower, and deliberately raised her voice slightly to compliment.

She really wrote it casually, and today Mo Xuemin must be at the top of the list.

In this way, Mo Xuemin was very useful, and pretended to be gentle and concerned and said to Mo Xuetong: "The third sister doesn't know how to write and don't blame you, I used to be in Cloud City, my father was busy with official business, and I didn't even help you ask for a grandmother, and it's normal to not understand many things, and when my father is not so busy these days, the eldest sister will propose to my father to find a grandmother to raise you well." ”

The young lady of a large family, which is not very young, is equipped with a mother, not only teaches her the rules of behavior, but also teaches all kinds of ways to be a wife, the way of a daughter-in-law, the art of learning the family, the female training and the precepts, the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting....... That's not to start from elementary school, so when you're so old, how can you get in time.

Who would like to marry a woman who doesn't know anything and can't be loved by her father, and of course doesn't want a daughter-in-law who is of no use to the family.

So after Mo Xuemin finished speaking, the lady who heard Mo Xuemin's words looked at Mo Xuemin's eyes with disdain, and a few even looked at Mo Xuemin carefully, a talented concubine, and she was favored by her father, and she might even become a concubine, in fact, she was also very popular.

Seeing that the eyes of several ladies fell on him, Mo Xuemin smiled more gently, more generously, and the smugness on his face just now disappeared, only a gentle and humble smile, sitting there and generous, seeing that several ladies nodded secretly, thinking that maybe they could send someone to Mofu to probe the mouth,

"Thank you, big sister. Mo Xuetong didn't care at all, the smile on her face was pure and childish, which was very impressive, "No wonder I always hear people say that the eldest sister is famous, and such a good poem is also written by the eldest sister, which is really amazing! ”

The higher you hold it, the harder you fall!

With such a sincere smile and such a sparing effort to praise Mo Xuemin, several families living on the side were already unhappy.

This palace banquet is mainly for the officials of the three products and the three products, and there are also after this meritorious service, Mo Huawen is not after the meritorious service, but from the official position of the third grade, so he can come, and Sima Heyan can come because she is after the meritorious service, and Sima Lingyun is asking for his position as the marquis in the past few days.

It stands to reason that the old Zhenguo Marquis has been dead for a long time, and Sima Lingyun's Zhenguo Hou Shizi should have been upgraded to Zhenguo Hou a long time ago, but for various other reasons, the emperor has not mentioned it, and his subordinates dare not say anything, Sima Lingyun's Zhenguo Hou Shizi has been twenty years.

However, tonight, there was news in the palace that it was possible to make Sima Lingyun the new Marquis of Zhenguo, so today not only Sima Lingyun came, but also brought out his sister, Sima Heyan, who was always in front of people, but Mrs. Zhenguo Marquis did not come because of her poor health.

Sima Heyan likes poetry very much, because Sima Lingyun has not yet been promoted to the marquis of Zhenguo, so his position is also a little behind, and he happened to sit on Mo Xuemin's side, listening to Mo Xuemin's poems full of praise, he was also curious, turned his face and asked with a smile: "What kind of good poem is written by Miss Mo, let us all listen to it." ”

The other ladies and ladies sitting together also asked.

Mo Xuemin was proud in her heart, and was about to say her poem, but when she saw Mo Xuetong's sincere and beautiful little face, she suddenly came to her senses and closed her mouth tightly, Mo Xuetong is no longer the incompetent Mo Xuetong at the beginning, nor is she the third sister who believes in her wholeheartedly, she lost in her hands in the first few encounters, and this time it must not be a bad thing.

"The third sister said politely, where did I write anything good, I just thought about it casually and wrote a poem for myself, and I can't afford the praise of the ladies and ladies. Mo Xuemin's heart beat lagged, and she pretended to be gentle and humble again.

"Eldest sister, you're welcome, it's rare to see such good poems, and you can see that you are talented and high-minded. Mo Xuetong didn't intend to let her go through the door so easily, the smile on her lips was even more sincere, and she pulled the corners of her clothes coquettishly, and said with a proud look on her face.

This damn little slut, I don't know what idea I'm playing, I have to let myself tell the poem, although Mo Xuemin can't understand what she means by doing this, she has long been alarmed in her heart, she also intended to show her edge at the banquet, so that everyone values her, so that Mo Huawen also has to pay attention to her, but being squeezed by Mo Xuetong like this, she always feels that something is wrong, between not knowing Mo Xuetong's goal, she is determined to respond to all changes.

A few steps ago, the reason why she lost in the hands of Mo Xuetong was because she was too anxious.

That poem she accidentally went to the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion when she was waiting for him in Sima Lingyun's study, and she picked up his poetry collection at random and saw it, so Yanli's poem was more like a little woman's writing, at that time she kept an eye on it, and deliberately kept the poem in her heart, with Si Lingyun's mind for himself, he would not say anything even if he knew that he had plagiarized his poems.

So Mo Xuemin copied it very reassuringly, not worried that others would expose her, of course, what she didn't expect was that this poem was not made by Sima Lingyun, in real terms, Sima Lingyun's own poetry collection, only one or two poems were written by himself, and the others were either found by gunmen, or picked from them, he usually didn't read them, even if this poem was placed in front of him, he didn't necessarily know that this poem was written by him.

Mo Xuemin agrees with this poem very much, and wants to take the opportunity to show it here, such a beautiful and rich poem, Sima Lingyun cannot use it in public, the children of the family here, people who are good at poetry, will definitely be deeply impressed by her when they see her poem with a beautiful boudoir style, or have a deep impression of her.

With this opportunity, she wants to say goodbye in the future, or have the opportunity to marry into the prince's mansion, although Li Youmo is Shangshu's son-in-law, Li Shangshu can also be regarded as a high-ranking and powerful person, but there are still elders, princes, and the four major princes' mansions, as long as there are children in these families who take a fancy to themselves, with her intelligence and beauty, marrying a good one is not just around the corner.

When the time comes, she must trample the slut Mo Xuetong under her feet, let her prostrate at her feet, begging for mercy!

"There's really no good poetry, it's just a random work, don't say it anymore, don't say it again, and people think that you are deliberately flaunting the eldest sister. Mo Xuemin smiled.

Mo Xuemin really knew how to pretend, Mo Xuetong sneered in her heart, although she hid it well, the smug look in her eyes still overflowed.

Anyway, she is not in a hurry, she doesn't want to make trouble today, but someone can't wait, and there will be a good show waiting for her in a while!

Next, Mo Xuetong didn't say anything, because the poems of many children of the family were handed down, and they either shook their heads or nodded their heads one by one, and the focus was not on the conversation just now, only Sima Heyan, who wanted to talk to Mo Xuemin about poetry several times, but she laughed and teased, and saw that she was really not interested in talking, so she let go and paid attention to the poems in her hand.

Under the light of Yingying, a group of beauties, holding poetry or sitting, or standing, talking about good and bad with a smile, the hearts of the sons of the family on the right island are warm, and the cloud sideburns are fragrant, which is already a beautiful scenery, and there are a few who really pay attention to the poems in their hands, and then think of their own poems, and think of a few beautiful people who are talking about themselves, this heart is not only hot, the whole is about to jump out, excited.

The gaze cast on the left island was also a little more eager.

Feng Jueran casually picked up a piece of poetry in his hand, and gave it directly to You Yuecheng on the side without looking at it, patted him on the shoulder with a smile and said with a smile: "You Shizi look at this poem, it is really a work of a woman in the boudoir to cherish spring, and it can be regarded as a masterpiece in these articles, you see." As he spoke, he handed over the poem.

You Yuecheng was talking to a chamberlain in a low voice, and when he saw Feng Jueran passing him a piece of poetry, he hurriedly stretched out his hand to take it, and said with a smile: "Since His Royal Highness King Xuan is also good, then I really want to see what kind of woman wrote such a beautiful poem." ”

The chamberlain retreated from him, he picked up the poem in his hand, flipped through it, and handed the poem to the next one and said, "Qin Gongzi, you are the leader of the upper realm, how about you look at this young lady's poems?"

He felt that this poem was not good, but since Feng Jueran said that it was okay, of course You Yuecheng would not touch Feng Jue's moldy head in person, and went on with the words, secretly looking down on Feng Jue in his heart, King Xuan, who did not learn and did not know how to do it, really could not be worthy of the unification, but the daughter of the boudoir was not sick, what was good!

"You Shizi thinks it's not good?" I didn't think that the one who didn't plan to let him go, his face turned pale, and he stood up suddenly, his handsome evil eyes were enchanting, and his face was very ugly.

When he came, the elders of the family specially told him that he must not provoke this moody King Xuan, although this is not doing his job, but he is the emperor's favorite prince, and no one can afford to offend.

Seeing that Feng Jueran was inexplicably angry, You Yuecheng frowned secretly, this person is really moody, fortunately, he has also gone through the wind and waves, put down the cup in his hand, stood up and respectfully bowed to Feng Jueran, looked up and smiled: "It's not that Yuecheng thinks it's bad, I really don't understand this, only the words and sentences are too gorgeous, almost like romance, but it is really rare to see, so please ask Gongzi Qin to evaluate it." ”

He said it tactfully, with a smile on his face that was neither humble nor arrogant, and explained things clearly in a few words, looking like a son of a family who was comforting and elegant, which was very favorable.