After entering the inner courtyard of the Wei Mansion, Wei Xian took Luo Hui and separated from Wei Yu and the others. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because they are all children, and they are Wei Yu's guests. Wei Fu didn't make a big deal of it, but if he paid a few new ones, he always had to kowtow to Wei Yu's mother.

Fu Xin followed Wei Yu and asked Wei Yu's mother to say goodbye.

Wei Yu's mother doesn't look like she's forty years old. Slightly white and fat, he smiled very kindly. I didn't pay any special attention to anyone, I just told them to have fun.

Coming out of Wei Yu's mother, everyone was led by Wei Yu to the garden.

Luo Hui was already in a gazebo in the garden.

The most conspicuous in the distance is Li Yan, his signature fluttering white clothes, it is difficult to admit mistakes.

Fu Wen was already stupid.

The Wei family is now in decline, and there is only a noble shell, and the reputation of Wei Si who was upright after the façade was broken. Since Wei Sili, the Wei family has been inferior to one generation after another, and it is worse than the Fuguo Mansion.

At the very least, no matter how poor the Guogong Mansion is, it has been passed down from generation to generation, and there are a ration of Lu rice, Lu Tian, and Zhuangzi.

And the Wei family only eats the old book now.

Even if Wei Xian and Wei Yu feast guests, they have to come together for a day.

Because in this way, it is easier to prepare things in the kitchen than to separate them twice.

It's like having enough food for 10 people, and if 10 people eat together, it's just right. can set aside one portion for one person, and the rest is definitely not enough for nine people to eat.

The garden of the Wei Mansion is not even comparable to that of the Fu Guogong Mansion.

The precious flowers and plants I planted in the past died, and I didn't have the money to buy them anymore, and I couldn't afford to raise a master who tended to the flowers and plants alone, so I planted some flowers and grass casually, and didn't let the place be empty.

What's more, in some places, vegetables are even grown.

Fortunately, Wei Yu's clothes are not very old. Although the family was having a tight time, Wei Yu's mother also made a few new clothes for Wei Yu. After all, children's clothes are also the face of the house, aren't they?

However, compared to Fu Xinlai, it is still much worse.

For Fu Xin, she doesn't have a special dress. It's just that they come on weekdays, and the clothes and accessories are all from the past.

But among the little girls, except for Zhang Xiuer, who wore a skirt of new brocade yarn sent by Fu Xin, almost none of them could be compared with Fu Xin.

Fu Xin is in a crowd of half-used or half-new clothes and girls, Wei Yu, Fu Wen, Fu Yue, Zhang Xiuer, plus Fu Xin herself, the five little ladies are definitely the most conspicuous one.

Sure enough, Mrs. Zhao's eyes were bright.

Although Fu Xin is not particularly dressed up at all, he is going to be in the Wei family today, hidden in the shadows of Fu Wen, Fu Yue and Zhang Xiuer.

Before Fu Xin came, he had secretly thought about it.

I have compared a few little ladies today. I feel that she is not as beautiful as Fu Yue, not as tattooed as Fu, and not as lively as Zhang Xiuer.

And Wei Yu is the host, and she must be calmer than her, an outsider.

Therefore, Fu Xin usually went out and didn't care at all.

As a result, without being reminded by others, Fu Xin found that she seemed to be too conspicuous.

Although she is not as beautiful as Fu Yue, her clothes are better than Fu Yue's, I don't know how many times. No matter how temperament there is, people still rely on clothing, and horses rely on installation.

Fu Yue's clothes are Fu Wen's old, although they look eighty percent new, but Fu Wen's clothes are not good, how good can they be?

If it weren't for Fu Yue's beauty, it would be her turn to be a girl.

But when you wear clothes, you want to give people an aura.

Fu Yue is the opposite, if he wants to add a feeling to his clothes, then Fu Yue's overall image is a fall.

And Fu Wen is precisely because of his heart, in order to show his best side in front of Li Yan, but he is too natural and too carved. I can't let go of it, and between the shapes, it seems a little contrived.

Let's talk about Zhang Xiu'er, she is lively, but now she is a guest at someone else's house, and Zhang Xiu'er wants to show herself, not inferior to everyone's beautiful fan, let Luo Hui take a look.

Although the etiquette and Wu Qi learned, it is very standard.

But it was lost in Mune.

Only the eyes are smart.

It's like a beautiful woman carved in wood, but it's just a refreshing eye. But she is still a wooden beauty.

Wei Yu is not as calm as Fu Xin thought, because there are two more people and limited food, what should Wei Yu do if he is worried that there are not enough things in the kitchen?

Sitting in the garden, he looked preoccupied.

Looking around.

On the contrary, Fu Xin, who wanted to be low-key, sat down in the garden, his face was indifferent, as if Mount Tai had collapsed on the top, and his face would not change.

I don't want to say a word, I keep smiling with a standard smile, and my teeth don't show.

Occasionally talk to Zhang Xiuer for a few words.

Wei Yu didn't forget that the purpose of her banquet today was to say some kind words to everyone, so she asked intentionally or unintentionally, how was Fu Xin's poems written, and then took out the poems she wrote on weekdays, and asked Fu Xin to show his hands under the banner of giving advice to Fu Xin.

And when he thought of the affairs of the Zhao Mansion, Fu Wen also came to the spirit.

Fu Wen and Wei Yu were two, singing and squeezing Fu Xin.

This one took the poem and asked Fu Xin to advise, and the other urged Fu Xin to write two poems one by one, so that they also appreciated and appreciated it.

At this time, Fu Yue was not conspicuous, but he helped Fu Xin a few words.

Zhang Xiu'er had two eyes and kept staring at Luo Hui. Besides, I really don't know much about poetry, so I can't interject. According to Zhang Xiuer's thoughts, she will directly beat her unpleasant to the eye, so that she can be happy.

Fu Xin smiled lightly and calmly, throwing away a bunch of big truths, and Wei Yu and Fu Wen were stunned. Even Fu Yue was a little surprised.

Seeing Fu Xin, he said unhurriedly:

Since Jiang Lang has exhausted this sentence, it shows that this poem and song are endowed with a divine pen, and after it is written, it may not be able to be written again. Think about Wang Xizhi writing the 'Lanting Collection Preface', and then write it afterwards, the same person, the same pen, different places, but I can't write the feeling of Lanting. ”

Wei Yu had never seen someone like Fu Xin, staring at him and talking nonsense. However, I couldn't find a flaw, just dumbfounded. As soon as Fu Xin shirked it, Wei Yu had already decided that Zhao Fu's poem must have been ghostwritten by someone for Fu Xin.

Biased Fu Xin said righteous words, and continued without stopping:

"Although I can't compare to Wang Youjun's talent, I can't make poems anymore since my uncle's poem. Xie Ke said that there is only one stone in the world, Cao Zijian monopolizes eight buckets, and Xie Ke has one bucket, and the people of the world share this bucket, there must be more or less. When God divided me, it must have been just a poem. When it was all used up in my uncle's house, there was no more. ”

In one sentence, Fu Xin said it without adding any words, and it was done in one go.

Even Zhang Xiuer felt that Fu Xin's skin was too thick.