The two hundred and ninety-sixth round

Qin Ying knew that Zheng Ru beside her was quite clingy, so she reluctantly took a order slip from the hairpin girl's hand, and when she turned it over, she wanted to cry without tears. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

A small line is written on it: The next flat sound is first.

She had spent some time in Zhonglu Pavilion in Pingkangfang in her previous life and in this life, and she had never eaten pork or seen a pig run. When Zhao Tan accompanied those literati to write poems, Qin Ying also watched several rounds. However, she knew nothing about elegance, and she was even more clumsy than embroidery.

Now Qin Ying can understand every word written on it, but he doesn't know what these words are in series.

Qin Ying showed the order she had drawn to the hairpin lady and Zheng Ru, shrugged her shoulders and looked depressed: "Why do you have to consider rhyme when betting on poetry?" ”

Zheng Ru also took the order he drew and showed it to Qin Ying. The same handwriting reads: Xia Pingsheng Eleven by.

The hairpin lady's order is: Go to the sound and send it.

The eldest grandson lady came back from the banquet of the noble lady in the distance with a glass of fruit wine, sat down and said with a smile: "In order to increase the difficulty for the banquet attendees." The guests are full of nobles from all over the world, and it is already vulgar to compete for clothes, and I think it will be more subtle to convince people with poetry. ”

Qin Ying pursed her lips and stopped talking. Since it was arranged by the proprietor, she had no place to go to redress her grievances.

The eldest grandson tilted her head and continued: "Gambling on personnel is just a pretense. Fan Yang Lu's furniture, how can the truth be revealed so quickly? "Just now, she asked for a hanging order commonly used in Aye's banquet from A-Niang's personal servant, and wanted to use it to help the noble lady with some Yaxing. As everyone knows, among the ladies in this room, there are people with poetry books everywhere, but not everyone can take a rhyme and a five-character poem to the point.

Qin Ying frowned, looking at the countless delicacies on the case, she had no appetite, she was silent for a long time, and finally took a deep breath and asked: "Since the noble lady's banquet in August is in the name of the chrysanthemum appreciation party, the theme of the poem is Qiu Ju?" ”

"That's right." The hairpin lady replied instead of the eldest grandson.

At this time, the eldest grandson lady scooped up two wine jugs from her case, and got up to toast to the side. She is young, but she has inherited Ayah's artificial, talkative and diplomatic qualities.

Qin Ying stared at the flowing gold pattern on the corner of the table, his gaze was momentary, and his body was surrounded by a gloomy aura.

Zheng Rumeng has laid a good foundation for learning, and he is willing to study hard, so he has already finished the draft after getting the order for a while, just waiting for the eldest grandson to send pen and ink for a while, and write it by himself. Now she can't deeply understand Qin Ying's pathetic mood, but Zheng Ru can read people's faces after all, and she said empathetically:

"How can a fantasy become a poem? Why don't we go around the garden and find some inspiration. ”

The hairpin lady has been forced to "self-cultivation" in the palace in the past two years to serve the flowers and plants, and she knows the appearance and aroma of autumn chrysanthemum and the suitable soil quality. Hearing Zheng Ru's words, she raised her head and patted Qin Ying's arm, and also persuaded Qin Ying to go to the garden for a walk, maybe she could get a good sentence.

The people on the left and right were so attentive, Qin Ying, whose mind was blank, responded in a daze and left the seat with them.

The double-petaled flowers in the garden are clustered like hydrangeas, each of which is the size of a bowl, colorful and diverse, making people dazzled.

Even though Qin Ying didn't know the subtle differences of these autumn chrysanthemums, she listened to the hairpin lady explain all the way in simple terms, and she also memorized the main points she emphasized. The three of them walked around the garden side by side, and Qin Ying sighed: "I still can't write." ”

"'First' is already a very simple rhyme." Zheng Ru's unintentional words gave Qin Ying a heavy blow.

The hairpin lady is speechless, and now everything she says is wrong.

When the three of them turned around and were about to go back, Su Zhiyan and another little lady in a water-red skirt came to them, these two people were only an arm's length apart, and they obviously had a good relationship.

The corners of Qin Ying's mouth hooked up a cold smile. Now she is finally facing the crown princess Su for the first time in her previous life.

Su Zhiyan already knew just now that the hairpin lady who participated in the noble lady's banquet for the first time was a hidden person, so she gave her a salute, as for the two little ladies in gorgeous clothes next to the hairpin lady, she ignored it for the time being.

Qin Ying's figure was motionless, thinking that the two of them were now no more than the age of the Su, and whoever saluted first was in order, but as the Pei family in Hedong, why did she salute the daughter of the Su family, who was not in the stream.

In her previous life and in this life, Qin Ying walked the world in men's clothes, showing modesty and prudence. It's the first time I've been so careful about the details like today, probably because I wear women's clothes, and my eyes are as narrow as a lady.

The hairpin lady bowed her head slightly, and greeted this little lady who didn't know each other but knew the etiquette: "You are also here to enjoy the flowers so that you can compose poems later?" ”

Su Zhiyan lowered her face and said shyly and timidly: "I got the order to sign and I didn't know the bottom of my heart, so I came over and walked around." She didn't know the identities of Qin Ying and Zheng Ru, so she didn't deliberately make friends.

Qin Ying knew in her previous life that Su Zhiyan had a resolute and ruthless heart hidden under her cautious face, and it was just right that she didn't talk to herself at this time, and she saved herself from refusing to answer the phone, and she was clear in front of people.

The little lady standing next to Su Zhiyan looked cowardly, thinking that Su Zhiyan picked up the soft persimmon and hooked her hand. And his face is frosty and not easy to talk to, except for Zheng Ru, I am afraid that no noble girl can stand the embarrassment and take the initiative to step forward.

Qin Ying took Zheng Ru's hand, patiently watched the hairpin lady and Su Zhiyan talk about some gossip, and when the conversation stopped for a while, she gave the hairpin lady a look, and said Don't linger too much here, so as not to delay the trip of these two little ladies to appreciate chrysanthemums.

The hairpin lady heard that something was wrong with Qin Ying's tone, but she didn't know what she was angry about. finally nodded to Su Zhiyan and left with the two of them.

Su Zhiyan sent the hairpin lady away, and when she got up, she silently wondered where she had seen the Pei family lady who looked similar to herself. When she was talking to the hairpin girl just now, she looked at herself with eyes as cold as snow, as if she had a deep hatred for each other.

However, Su Zhiyan looked at Qin Ying with a familiar look, but she really couldn't remember when she met the little lady of the Pei family who had just entered Beijing and had a grudge.

At this time, the fourth lady of the Boling Cui clan beside her pulled Su Zhiyan's sleeve and said softly: "Let's hurry up, there is still half a quarter of time for the eldest grandson to compose poems." ”

When Su Zhiyan heard this, she put aside her thoughts for the time being, and along the path she identified all kinds of famous autumn chrysanthemums in the garden. (To be continued.) )