391.Chapter 391: A Small Gathering in the Courtyard 10
readx; "Master Xue has no shame to see Jiangdong's father. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć info" Xue Mingyu stood with an extremely bitter face, and her heart was mixed, she had never been enthusiastic about poetry, songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Especially when composing poetry, I am afraid that a famous sentence will accidentally pop up. "It's not impossible to make a song, but Mingyu has a request."
"This girl is still selling Guanzi. What do you ask, say it. Wei Yanran was relieved when she heard this.
"Mingyu is really a shallow learner, not afraid of the jokes of the ladies, I like to play strange things, but the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, is really a half-ass." Xue Mingyu said this sincerely, "If we gather often in the future, everyone's hearts will definitely be different, but the mentality of having fun is the same." Mingyu also wants to bring it up, if everyone gets together in the future, the arrangement may not be satisfactory to all the ladies and ladies of Fa, and I hope Haihan will be one or two. ā
Xue Mingyu said, but the truth is that you should not do to others what you do not want, and she is afraid that she will not be able to take care of everyone's preferences, so she is so heartfelt, which makes the hearts of those present feel good. They comforted her.
"Mingyu is really clumsy in poetry. But today is the first time, Mingyu naturally can't shirk, I just want to tell you a forgiveness, as long as this time Mingyu's poems feel that everyone feels that they are barely passing, and the next time there are poems, everyone can ask Grandma Chen and Mrs. Lin, let go of Xiaoke. She said pitifully, while holding her little fist, how pitiful and pitiful.
"Gotta get it. I'm so full of food, don't let me laugh until my stomach hurts. The Seventh Lady was made to laugh again and again by her strange appearance, and the banquet was also full of laughter.
"Then I'll get started." Xue Mingyu took a deep breath, and he had a sense of grandeur in the afterlife. It makes people want to laugh, but they have to hold their own ears and listen.
Xue Mingyu's scalp was numb and looked at the sky, and swept the scraps on the table coldly. looked embarrassed, and finally, his eyes were closed, and he read aloud like an open voice.
"I'm going to make a lyric today, Tianjing Sand. To show the welcome to all distinguished guests, as well as the yearning for the follow-up party. "It's pretty serious. It's just that the expression is a little sad.
"Tianjingsha." Grandma Chen and Mrs. Lin are both puzzled, and they have always been not good at poetry, so they would rather write poetry than lyrics. The plainness of words is much more difficult than poetry.
"Roast duck with chopped pepper fish head, sweet and sour pork ribs and prawns, boiled pork slices and chicken feet, meat skewers and chicken racks, fried bean sprouts with fat intestines."
As soon as the sonorous words were pronounced, the lady and lady who had been listening to the table for a long time were all stunned on the spot like a lightning strike.
"Oh, my heart" It was Mrs. Tang Qi who took the lead in recovering from her stunnedness, slapped her jade hand on the table, and smiled backwards.
Several girls also covered their mouths with handkerchiefs, and their faces were flushed with laughter.
"This monkey won't let people live." Wei Yanran also smiled and leaned back.
"It's really uncomfortable to make us eat and applaud." While rubbing her stomach, Mrs. Xia pointed with her index finger at Xue Mingyu, who was the only one among the crowds.
"Ouch, ouch" Mrs. Lin was also out of breath, "Who dares to say that the Ninth Princess is a person who can't write poetry, ouch, my belly." ā
Grandma Chen laughed like a Maitreya Buddha, "No, it's neat, we were all deceived by this girl." ā
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