When Tao Jiaoge received the invitation from the Biqiong Poetry Society, she was a little stunned, and turned her head to the back table, a girl with a slightly round face and a slightly chubby body asked softly: "Shiqing, this Biqiong Poetry Society..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the chubby girl covering her mouth and screaming softly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Jiaoge, you're so lucky! This is the Biqiong Poetry Society! It is the same name as the Jiuxiao Poetry Society, and it is the two major poetry societies of our Pengju College, if you can enter it, men can make a wide range of contacts, and women can also win fame and marry better! ”

As if remembering something, the chubby girl Luo Shiqing grinned and said, "Of course, Jiaoge, you don't have to worry about getting married!" You and the holy decree marriage contract of the prince of the shogunate can envy me to death! ”

After speaking, Luo Shiqing held her small round face and looked at Tao Jiaoge with envy in her wink.

This is Tao Jiaoge's first good friend in Pengju College, the daughter of the official department, Luo Shiqing, is a beauty in the chubby world.

"It's not that I want to join, so I wrote an invitation, I don't know what the matter is, or don't go, according to the original plan, go to my house, how about I make you something delicious?"

Tao Jiaoge always felt that this kind of poetry club was a tangled body of all kinds of troubles in the novels of her previous life, she didn't need to be famous to marry a good family, and she didn't want to be entangled in trouble, which would affect her appetite.

I saw Luo Shiqing shaking her chubby face, with a look of you being bad, you are excessive, and you don't know what to do: "Go Jiaoge, on the first day I came to Pengju Academy, I wanted to go to the Biqiong Poetry Club that my eldest sister said!" ”

Looking at Luo Shiqing's wet eyes, Tao Jiaoge couldn't help but think of the little pig man at home who was full of food and sleep, and couldn't help but smile helplessly, unable to say a word at all.

After telling Sprite to go to the men's academy and telling the little uncle that he would not return home for dinner tonight, the day's teaching began.

Of course, if there is no peacock from time to time, taking advantage of the break to harass her, a hairpin for a while, a string of eastern pearls for a while, and then some inexplicable, unsatisfactory words, I don't know where to learn the sweet words, let her harvest thousands of cold arrows in the eyes, then everything is quite perfect.

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Dinner was eaten at the famous Jude Roast Duck Restaurant in Shangjing, and the two girls ate with oily faces, and did not forget to pack a copy to take away, so they hurried to the site of the Biqiong Poetry Society, a house made of bamboo on the shore of a weak water lake.

"Yo, where did this nouveau riche come from, not to mention the oily shiny, but with a choking smell of green onions, tsk, it's just a street bastard, where is there a trace of noble girl demeanor!"

As soon as she stepped into the door with the invitation, Tao Jiaoge heard a girl in a bright pink dress outside the door of the flower hall not far away, covering her nose and shouting exaggeratedly.

"Jiaoge, this is the daughter of Hubu Shangshu, called Hu Ling'er, on weekdays, because of our father's relationship, he looks down on me the most! It's just that she can't come to this Biqiong Poetry Club on weekdays, how can I see her here today. ”

Luo Shiqing said angrily, looking at the thin Hu Ling'er, she couldn't help but snort coldly.

"I don't know where the fox spirit came from, a fox smell, and I'm still standing at the door and stinky, and I'm not ashamed!"

Hu Ling'er's biggest pain in her life is that she was born with a fox odor, and her armpits on both sides of her sweat stink, at this time, Luo Shiqing did not hesitate to expose it, she couldn't help but stomp her feet and said fiercely: "Luo Shiqing, you wait today, I'll see how you make a fool of yourself!" ”

After speaking, Hu Ling'er hurriedly ran into the flower hall, and after a while, he heard a noisy sound in the flower hall.

The seventh princess Boya Dieyi also walked in from the gate at this time, and when she saw Tao Jiaoge, she couldn't help frowning, but she walked over quickly and said softly: "Why are you here?" ”

Tao Jiaoge bowed slightly, she accepted the chain of the seventh princess that day, and naturally acquiesced to the reconciliation, so she replied in a good voice: "I inexplicably received an invitation letter today. ”

Boya Die raised her eyebrows, and then said: "I understand, then you have to be careful today, I'm afraid it's my third sister." ”

After a pause, the seventh princess looked around, and it was inconvenient to say through the words, and then said: "That day... I was also instigated, anyway, I didn't hurt you, and you also taught me a lesson, how about the two of us write it off? ”

Tao Jiaoge nodded funny, in fact, Boya Dieyi is a little girl who can't ask for sugar, because Mu Tianen is favored by her father, but she has not been favored since she was a child, so she subconsciously wants to get close to and then win the attention of her father, but she has been asking for it.

In addition, he was provoked by someone, and then he came over to ask for the guilt in a hurry, and this time he went straight to ask for reconciliation, it can be seen that she is also a scheming and somewhat delicate princess.

If you want to say how much she likes Mu Tianen, in fact, she is not, otherwise she would not have accepted her marriage contract with Mu Tianen so calmly, and reconciled in front of Luo Shiqing today.

Seeing Tao Jiaoge nodding, the Seventh Princess also nodded, staggered Tao Jiaoge and walked in first, pretending not to be familiar with her, but said softly when she was wrong: "Be careful of the third princess." ”

Tao Jiaoge raised her eyebrows and stroked the soft sword on her waist, she knew that today's poetry club was a Hongmen banquet, and it seemed that there were still people who didn't know what to do!

"Shiqing, let's go, it's all here, let go of the play."

Tao Jiaoge was relieved to see Luo Shiqing's somewhat worried application.

"Jiaoge, I'm sorry, didn't I cause you trouble, I knew I wouldn't have come to this Raushzi Poetry Club, that's all!"

Tao Jiaoge funnily pinched Luo Shiqing's little fleshy face, she liked Luo Shiqing with a clean and pure temperament, straight to the point, it is best to be friends!

"Don't be afraid, people have a good plan, I have my own wall ladder, let's go, go in."

Tao Jiaoge's arrival briefly interrupted the noise in the flower hall, and then the seven or eight little girls inside got together and chatted again as if they hadn't seen her.

It's just that some people's eyes are arrogant and sarcastic, while some people's eyes are indifferent and ignorant, only one or two little girls have a hint of sympathy and uneasiness in their eyes.

After settling down, Tao Jiaoge smiled and said: "Sisters, I am Tao Jiaoge of Anle Houfu, and this is Luo Shiqing, the daughter of the Ministry of Rites. ”

"It was originally the eldest granddaughter of the Anle Hou Mansion, and the third daughter of the secretary of the Ministry of Shangshu, since everyone is here, let's sit together."

On the main seat, a girl of about fifteen or sixteen, with a face like a peach blossom and eyebrows like a crescent moon, the most eye-catching thing is a small mole on her cheek under her left eye, which increases the strange softness as she smiles slightly.

"See the second princess, the third princess, and the seventh princess."

All the noble ladies bowed their heads together, Tao Jiaoge and Luo Shiqing also cleverly saluted together, and then they heard the two princesses say softly: "Sisters don't need to be polite, no matter their identity today, just enjoy the joy of poetry." ”