One is the concubine of a person in a high position in Yancheng, the other is the daughter of a rice merchant, the other is the daughter of the richest man in Lincheng, and the other does not know where it came from

When Rong Qingjiu rushed to the chrysanthemum viewing party with Qiu Zhu, the people in each pavilion were almost ready. Each pavilion www.biquge.info men and women sit separately, and after just leaving the door of the inn, Ah Tong learned about this, and went back silently.

The weather is very cool, more than a dozen pavilions, each pavilion is five masters and five servants, and they are acquaintances, the sky is high and the sea is wide, and they are chatting happily.

On the other hand, looking at the pavilion of Rong Qingjiu, the atmosphere is very embarrassing, the concubine of a person in a high position in Yancheng who is as cold as frost in the middle, the daughter of a rice merchant who rubs the chrysanthemum petals in her hand in every boredom on the left, the daughter of the richest man in Lincheng who seems to be looking at the account book on the right, and another unknown woman has not yet appeared.

Rong Qingjiu is not a self-acquainted person, others don't speak, and she doesn't plan to speak. I just quietly listened to the movements in the few pavilions next door, and sure enough, the words chrysanthemum wine and drunkard loomed, the corners of my lips were slightly raised, and the little person was suddenly in a very good mood, and the bad mood caused by some dirty things before was gone.

"Everyone, although Qiu Ju is beautiful, it's a little monotonous to sit and enjoy chrysanthemums all the time, why don't you play a game together?" In the third pavilion on the left, one of the men dressed as a boy in blue said loudly.

As soon as the man in blue invited out, the other pavilions responded one after another, but the pavilion where Rong Qingjiu was located was still silent.

Next to the pavilion where Rong Qingjiu was, a man in gray also stood up, and a man in gray asked loudly, "Then what is Brother Ren playing?" ”

"Since it is a chrysanthemum, it is the most appropriate to write poetry. It's just that the poems are good or bad, and if you don't imitate them, you can win those bets, and you can win those bets, how about it? The boy in blue replied.

The man in gray nodded, "What do you think?" ”

"Feasible." A chorus of echoes.

"The bet is a pair of Yunshuang jade pendants." "Serve the Winter Mountain Origami Fan below." ，，，，，，

In a short time, the bet slips in a dozen pavilions were ready. Among them, the most conspicuous is naturally the twenty jars of chrysanthemum wine of Rongqing wine.

Seeing Rong Qingjiu's bet, Lin Ziyu, the daughter of the richest man in Lincheng, finally looked up at the little girl at the same table as her, "Do you have chrysanthemum wine?" ”

Rong Qingjiu bowed his head lightly, "Hmm." ”

Lin Ziyufu glanced at Rong Qingjiu carefully again and stopped talking.

However, the daughter of the rice merchant became curious about Rong Qingjiu, "My name is Chen Panqing, what is your name?" ”

"Rong Qingjiu." One of the newspapers laughed.

"Qingjiu, do you have chrysanthemum wine like this? My brother wanted to buy some and give them to my father to taste, but he couldn't find them. Chen Panqing grabbed Rong Qingjiu's little hand and shook it coquettishly, "Qingjiu, can you sell me some?" Daddy loves wine, and if you can drink delicious chrysanthemum wine, you will definitely be very happy! ”

Rong Qingjiu didn't answer, "Since you didn't buy it, how do you know that Chrysanthemum Wine is delicious?" ”

"A lot of people are saying that chrysanthemum wine is a rare wine, but they can't buy it." Chen Panqing replied, "Since you have so much chrysanthemum wine, you must have tasted it, is it good or not?" ”

"You'll know when you win the first prize." Rong Qingjiu played with his heart and pretended to be mysterious.

Maybe it's because the body has become a child, and even the heart has become a little childish.

"Qingjiu, you're bad!" Chen Panqing is a real child, "Ignore you!" ”

Rong Qingjiu also turned his head pretending to be arrogant, looking at the boy in blue who proposed the game, in fact, the boy in blue was none other than Twilight, one of the twins.

At this time, pen and ink have been prepared in each pavilion, and some sons and scholars have already begun to compose poems or think on their own, and only a few people are still sitting leisurely, such as the pavilion of Rong Qingjiu.

After a cup of tea, the son-in-law and the scholar who were immersed in poetry both collected their pen and ink and began to discuss each other's poems.

After some comparison, in the end, the "Chrysanthemum Rhyme" of the boy in blue and the "Yongdai" of a boy in Tsing Yi were specially copied out, just because the two poems are all words and jade, which are wonderful, and it is impossible to judge the high and low, so the pearl decision was made. Therefore, it was not only the paper on which the two poems were copied but also a jade bead that was distributed to each young lady, and after the master had decided who to vote for, he presented the master to that person.

Rong Qingjiu looked at the two poems in his hand, "Chrysanthemum Rhyme" autumn frost creates chrysanthemum flowers, and does not write the sunset in a romantic manner; There are no unintentional sentences at your fingertips, and the natural charm is in thousands of homes. This is a famous poem by Li Shi in the Tang Dynasty, and another poem is a new frost overnight, and the plantain is newly defeated. Cold-tolerant only east fence chrysanthemum, golden millet at the beginning of the dawn is clearer. It is a famous poem by Bai Juyi, another poet of the Tang Dynasty. These two poems are written by Rong Qingjiu, and more appropriately, they are from the wisdom of the Chinese five thousand, of course, this wisdom now belongs to oneself.

In fact, not only the boy in blue is his own person, but the boy in green is also his own person. Rong Qingjiu happily looked at the fierce debate in the other pavilions, just in case, he used two Tang poems and two of his own people, in case there is really any capable person who can compare to Li Shiguang or Bai Juyi, so there is another one, isn't it? Rong Qingjiu doesn't know poetry, but most children have the project of memorizing ancient poems in their childhood.

"Which one do you choose?" Chen Panqing looked at the two poems in embarrassment, and couldn't help but ask Rong Qingjiu. Although her family is a rice merchant, her father attaches great importance to reading, so it is really difficult to choose between the two poems in front of her.

"Me, I'll choose Bai Juyi." Rong Qingjiu's attention was not here, and the poet's name blurted out.

"Bai Juyi? Is it the one who wrote the poems? Chen Panqing wondered.

Rong Qingjiu suddenly came back to his senses, his own problem would kill people! "Huh? No, Bai Juyi is my friend, very similar to the boy in Tsing Yi, that's why I said this. "I hope Bai Juyi won't care about having such a friend like himself,,

"In this case, then I will choose him too!" Chen Panqing looked at the other two people in the same pavilion, "What about you?" ”

Because of Chen Panqing's friendliness, the cold concubine and the daughter of the richest man in Lincheng who was settling the account books also replied, "Yongdai" and "Ju Yun"

"Then let's throw the beads" Chen Panqing handed the beads in his hand to the maid, and the other two also handed them over to the people behind them, and Rong Qingjiu also turned around and handed them to Qiu Zhu.

――――

"Okay, the results of the pearl throwing are out, and the one who came out on top is Wei Hexuan Wei Gongzi!" (Tsing Yi Gongzi)

"Wei Gongzi is so literate!" The other pavilions were filled with cheers.

"It's you who are humble, Wei has thanked you here, and I invite you to taste these twenty jars of chrysanthemum wine!" Wei Hexuan got up and made a few gestures to the pavilion beside him, and instructed the little guy behind him to divide the chrysanthemum wine.

"Young Master Xie Wei!" The reply was a well-known wine guest in Lincheng.

A jar of wine was sent down, and the little maids and maids in each pavilion poured wine for their masters with jade cups, and for a time, the aroma of chrysanthemum wine overflowed, adding three points of aroma to the chrysanthemums in the garden.