The theme of the poetry will be spring, and you can write about spring, flowers, grass and green trees. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Han Nuo breathed a sigh of relief, so that the range is larger, and the range she can transcribe is also larger. A maid in pink clothes walked up to Han Nuo with a pen and ink, her etiquette was a little contemptuous, and her eyes were full of contempt and disdain.

Han Nuo's eyes were cold, those daughters despised her, it can still be understood, people have an identity and a father and brother support her, this girl is just a little subordinate, where does she have the confidence? It's just a dog fighting a human power. The fingers moved slightly, and I saw the pink-clothed maid crutch on her left foot, and fell towards the body of another yellow-clothed maid who said bad things about Han Nuo, and the two maids collided together, overturning the table containing melon and fruit snacks and tea on the side, making melon and fruit snacks scattered everywhere, and the tea stained the skirts of the two young ladies who were close to each other, making the two young ladies scream again and again. As the master, Zhang Surong hurriedly stepped forward to solve the problem, first asked the two young ladies to change their clothes, and then looked at the two maids with a gloomy face, these two maids are the maids serving in her yard, and she has a good relationship with her, usually she values the two of them, who knew that these two people would embarrass her in front of all the boudoir daughters on such an important day.

"Miss, I, I'm unintentional." The pink-clothed maid kowtowed repeatedly. She also understands Zhang Surong's temper, knows that her appearance is arrogant and her heart is actually soft, as long as she begs hard, she may not let Zhang Surong spare them. didn't count that she had embarrassed Zhang Surong in public, even if Zhang Surong forgave them, and Mrs. Zhang was watching.

"What are you still doing? Hurry up and drag the person down. Mrs. Zhang walked over, "One person hit ten boards and drove out of the house." ”

"No, ma'am, please spare us." The two maids hissed and pleaded but to no avail, and were dragged out of the garden by the strong grandmother covering her mouth.

Mrs. Zhang smiled and said gently: "Yaxing, who has disturbed everyone without a reason, I am here to say sorry to everyone." ”

The young ladies hurriedly said that they didn't dare, although there were still dissatisfied among them, but the old lady's wife spoke, and they could only calm down.

"Surong, you treat all the daughters well, and after the poem is written, it will be taken to the flower hall, and the ladies will judge for you." Mrs. Zhang instructed her daughter, glanced at Han Nuo again, and left.

Lord Moyan and Qi Xueru walked up to Han Nuo's side and whispered, "That Mrs. Zhang is very powerful, and she is starting to doubt you." ”

Han Nuo chuckled: "What about doubts? She had no proof. ”

Qi Xueru said: "I thought that the Zhang family had a strict education, but I didn't expect that even a few maids could not be taught well. ”

Han Nuo: "It's just that the master is soft-hearted." Although Miss Zhang was a little arrogant, she was not bad and was good to her subordinates, causing some people to kick their noses in the face. ”

Lord Moyan said: "It can be seen that the housekeeper is not qualified." Today's matter has been spread, even if she is famous, but many families will lose a lot of points in choosing the eldest daughter-in-law. ”

Han Nuo felt a little guilty: "Then I didn't hurt her?" ”

Qi Xueru waved her hand and comforted gently: "It has nothing to do with you, Zhang Surong's inability to be a housekeeper is her own problem, and it has nothing to do with you." Even if there is no such thing as you, Zhang Surong usually falls away, many people are staring at her, and her shortcomings will be exposed sooner or later. ”

Lord Moyan nodded: "Yes." Don't feel guilty, you can't be the eldest daughter-in-law of the housekeeper, Zhang Surong can marry the second son and third son of the big family. What's more, Mrs. Zhang also discovered her daughter's shortcomings, and she will definitely do her best to teach Zhang Surong as a housekeeper in the future. Maybe she's a blessing in disguise. ”

After hearing what the two of them said, Han Nuo threw away Zhang Surong's matter and asked, "Have you two finished writing poems?" ”

Lord Moyan said: "What good poems can I write at my level, but I just wrote two sentences to make up the number, so let's see what good poems you write to slap your face." ”

Qi Xueru also smiled: "I'm the same as the county lord. It's okay for me to practice medicine and embroidery, but it's too difficult for me to write poetry. ”

Han Nuo thought to himself that I am the same as you, no, I am worse than you, modern people can't afford to write ancient poems!

"Han Nuo, have you figured out what to write?" Lord Moyan asked.

"I've figured it out." Han Nuo pointed to a pot of begonia flowers, "I'll just write about begonia flowers." ”

The county lord of Moyan and Qi Xueru hurriedly said: "Hurry up and write it down and we'll take a look." ”

"Okay." Han Nuo raised the pen and waved it, "cherish the fangzi and cover the door during the day, and fill the moss pot with his own urn." The rouge washes out the shadow of the autumn steps, and the ice and snow attract the soul of the dew. The light pole knows that the flowers are more colorful, and the jade is more sorrowful. If you want to pay for the white emperor, you should be clean, and you will be silent and dim. ”

╭n╮( ̄) ̄)╭n╮Han Nuo, this is plagiarizing Sister Renbao's "Song of White Begonia".

"A good sentence 'the light pole knows that the flowers are more beautiful', which is quite the artistic conception of Wang Wenhai's 'birdsong mountain is more secluded'. With just this sentence, you can get the leader of the poetry club. Lord Moyan and Qi Xueru praised again and again.

Han Nuo smiled silently, still very confident in Xue Baochai's poems.

Han Nuo put down his pen and chatted casually with the Lord of Moyan and Qi Xueru, and soon a maid came to collect the poems written by them, gathered them with others, and sent them to the flower hall. The ladies in the garden did not linger in the garden, and all gathered outside the flower hall, waiting for the results.

The ladies in the flower hall were all talented women when they were young, even if they couldn't write poems, they could comment on the quality of a poem. The young girls were overjoyed when they heard the comments coming from the flower hall. Because at this time, in order to suppress Han Nuo, all the daughters did their best, even if they didn't write well, they found a good gunner a few days ago, so that each of the poems collected was very good, and Zhang Surong's "Peach Blossom Poem" was naturally the best.

I only heard a lady praise: "Miss Rongrong's "Peach Blossom Poem" is quite Li Du's style, the best of the poems I have seen, I think this poem is the leader, what do you think?" ”

But I heard another lady sigh: "I also thought that Miss Surong's "Peach Blossom Poem" was the best, but it was still not as good as Miss Han's "Begonia Poem". ”

"Begonia Poem? Show me. The previous lady took over the "Begonia Poem" and praised it again and again, "Good poem, good poem." Then he spoke.

After hearing the "Begonia Poem" recited by Mrs. Outside the flower hall, all the joy faded, and their faces were full of disbelief and unwillingness. After the beginning of the beginning of the flowers, the body trembled, crumbling, and was cleverly mixed by the maid behind him, and there was no gaffe. originally wanted to show his talent to his opponent and crush his opponent, but who knows how Zhang Surong can accept being crushed by his opponent in the piece he is best at? The haughty girl was devastated.

"Good words, good words." Mrs. Zhang's voice came out of the flower hall, "Miss Han not only writes poems well, but also writes words so well. The gesture is powerful, flexible and stretching, such as soaring through the tree, Yi Yu water, I am afraid that it is on par with my master. ”

Han Nuo smiled slightly, this calligraphy was the most proud of her. She practiced several worlds before she could write the calligraphy she is today.

A lady said: "Then this poetry meeting should be headed by Miss Han?" ”

"Not bad."

"I'm for it."

All the noble ladies responded, but they heard a young lady outside the hall say loudly: "I don't agree." Who knows if someone has found the gunman, and the verses have already been written. ”

Han Nuo really wants to give this young lady a thumbs up, it's really discerning, this girl does have the help of a gunman!

The ladies in the flower hall are naturally biased towards this young lady, you must know that their purpose is the same as that of the young lady, and they are not waiting to see Han Nuo. Before, Han Nuo became the leader of the poetry club just because the poem handed in by Han Nuo was too amazing, and it was impossible for them to say that the poem was not good, but now that the young lady had found a reason for them, they naturally walked down the steps.

"Yes, that's a problem." Thinking that the noble lady asked loudly, "Miss Han, is there any evidence to prove that this "Begonia Poem" was really written by you?" ”

Han Nuo chuckled: "What I wrote is what I wrote, what evidence do you want?" ”

"If the girl can't produce evidence, then we can't rate the poem as the leader." Your lady said.

Han Nuo: "Whatever. It's just that today's events have spread, and I don't know what other people will think of my poems and the comments of the ladies. ”

All the noble ladies were stunned, understanding that what they had done was indeed unfair, but if they gave in to Han Nuo and apologized at this moment, they would be quite unwilling. When it was such a stalemate, another young lady spoke out to relieve the siege: "Why don't you let the masters designate a topic and let Miss Han write another poem, how about judging the first one?" ”

The ladies and ladies said yes again and again, and the young lady who was the first to question asked Han Nuo provocatively: "Miss Han, do you dare to accept it?" ”

Han Nuo smiled lightly: "Please ask the ladies to come up with the questions." ”

Mrs. Zhang said: "In this case, let's ask Miss Han to write a "Peach Blossom Poem". ”

Han Nuo smiled secretly, Mrs. Zhang is cheating on her daughter, it is not enough to hit Zhang Surong once, do you want to hit her a second time? But you said that your daughter sent me to slap me in the face, how could I not do it? Zhang Surong, I'm sorry, if you want to blame it, blame your sensitive but self-righteous mother.

In front of the table where Han Nuo was writing poems in the corridor, Lord Moyan and Qi Xueru followed, and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure?" ”

Han Nuo showed a reassuring smile at them: "Don't worry, it's just a peach blossom poem, and it must be written better than Zhang Surong's." ”

Lord Moyan and Qi Xueru were not completely relieved, they had heard a noble lady reciting Zhang Surong's "Peach Blossom Is" before, and knew that this poem was indeed very good, even surpassing many famous poets, if it weren't for Han Nuo's "Begonia Poem", this poem would definitely be the first.

"Don't think about it so much, help me sharpen the ink first." (To be continued.) )