PK started today, but it's late February, and it's late to be on the list. But I still ask for PK votes, pink tickets. The rabbit will be rewarded day by day!

At the pomegranate flower meeting, after the Red Cloud County Lord was refuted by Jiaoyun, he couldn't reply for a while. I didn't know what happened to him in the year, but I figured out that she must have also been pointed out by Kyaukyun, so there were dark clouds on her face in an instant.

It's just that the county lord Chao Ziying and Jiaoyun couldn't move, but they happened to see it. And knowing that the beautiful face that had already concealed the brilliance of the county, the county lord still couldn't help but feel a little jealous when he saw it.

"Yo, who is this? How do you look at the eyes? The county lord squinted, his voice dragged in a long tone, and he asked in a very domineering manner.

"This is my sister, the daughter of my father's newly accepted knee, I guess the county lord has also heard of it!" Ziying is not as sharp as Jiaoyun, Rao is also a little tired of the person in front of her in her heart, but her mouth is still very polite.

"Who is I? It turned out to be the girl! Her identity also came to this pomegranate flower meeting to show her eyes, didn't she pollute the eyes of our nobles? The county lord's eyes were full of disdain.

Hearing this, although his heart was a little cold, he had already been mentally prepared, knowing that the nobles and daughters of the Luan Dynasty could not all be as harmonious as Ziying and Jiaoyun. And she knows her identity, even if she is insulted in front of her, she can't do it. It's just that there was a trace of coldness in her eyes, which actually made the county lord look a little frightened, and unconsciously moved his face away.

Zi Ying was already so angry that her face was flushed. Jiaoyun couldn't help but speak: "Please think twice when the county lord speaks, I know that my sister is now General Ge's heart, and my sister is very talented, far more valuable than some laypeople in this garden!" ”

The county lord saw that Jiaoyun repeatedly resisted, his face was so angry that he turned pale, and the maid beside him was afraid that his arm had already been pinched out of a few bruises. "Hmph, don't be too complacent, there are extraordinary people at today's pomegranate flower party, and when you can't resist it later, don't blame my sister for not reminding you!" After that, she flicked her sleeves and helped the maid to go enchantingly.

"Sister, she has always thought highly of herself, no one cares about her, don't care!" Zi Ying was worried, and hurriedly spoke to reassure her. But he just smiled slightly, and shook his head at Ziying, indicating that he didn't care.

The bright clouds beside him were still a little indignant, and they blamed Ziying for being too polite. "She's just a daughter who is not favored by the king of the declining county, so why should you be polite to her? She dared to casually lose her sister's face, and let General Ge shame her father a few times, who was it that saw her father fall back? ”

"Why should the trivial matters between our sisters implicate the adults in the family? She was originally such an arrogant person, but she encountered that incident again last year, and her reputation has long been ruined. Now nearly 20 years old, still in the boudoir, and not happy with his parents, he is a poor person, why do you have to be like her? Seeing that Jiaoyun was still angry, Zi Ying persuaded softly.

"I'm just afraid that my sister has been wronged!" Jiaoyun smiled and was relieved, but after all, she was still embarrassed when she was afraid, so she turned to talk about her troubles last year and wanted to smile.

It turned out that this Jiaoyun was contrary to everyone's beautiful state, and she was not very interested in poetry, calligraphy and painting and other so-called "things of the wind and moon". However, at last year's pomegranate flower meeting, I saw a poetry proposition with the theme of "horse racing", and I felt that the poetry was booming, so I waved my hand and wrote a poem that can almost be called vernacular, which really added a lot of laughter to the people present.

But in the end, she is the daughter of the prime minister's house, and she has always been famous for not being good at poetry and writing, so it is not too embarrassing. Seeing her talking and laughing and talking about troubles, I knew that she must not care in her heart, and it was difficult to say whether last year's incident was deliberately amused. The heart sighs that the clouds are free and easy, and the aristocratic woman who can laugh at herself like this is afraid that there is no one else, and she really has some pity in her heart.

"But why is the county lord embarrassed?" I vaguely felt that the county lord was a little inexplicably hostile to him. I thought that since I had inadvertently made enemies, it would be better to know more about the inexplicable enemies that I had killed halfway.

"She's just claiming to be the lord of the county, but she doesn't have a title, and her father is just a useless county lord who is not liked by the royal family." The corners of Jiaoyun's mouth twitched slightly, and she said, "Actually, it's nothing, it's just that she has a bit of royal blood, and she has always been above the top, and she can't wait to trample everyone under her feet, and she is very domineering, so I don't like her." ”

Jiaoyun said, as if remembering something funny, and said happily: "To say that she has lost face enough last year!" "It turns out that this county lord has always been reckless in his belly, tyrannical and domineering, and has a very bad reputation in Beijing. Her father is a powerless county king, and she is not liked by her parents, so although she is at the age when she should leave the cabinet, she has been neglected in front of the door for several years.

At last year's pomegranate flower party, in order to earn face, the county lord asked people to make a few poems in advance to suit the occasion. To say that she was actually lucky, she really ran into the corresponding proposition. Therefore, when the poem came out of her tent, it shocked everyone for a while.

It's a pity that the county lord lacks a bit of cheating brain, and he doesn't know anything about the poems written by others. Therefore, when a few sons who were rarely a little moved planned to sincerely discuss the artistic conception of the poem with her, she always said that the donkey's lips were not the horse's mouth, and the ghostwriting thing was naturally "not self-confessing", and since then it has been even more discredited.

Another person whose heart is higher than the sky and whose life is thinner than paper!

Hearing what Jiaoyun said, he had some sympathy for the so-called county lord.

It's just that there must be something hateful about the poor man!

Just as he was thinking, the maidservant who led the way had led the servants to the place where they were seated at the meeting in the garden. The seats scattered in the garden were not identical, and the ladies used them were all covered with light veils. The ladies could see out through the curtains, while the other ladies in the seats wanted to see the scene in the tent, but only faintly.

Kyaukyun's seat was originally arranged to be similar to Ziying's, and the person in charge must have known that the two of them had a deep relationship. It's just that Kyaukyun was not satisfied with this arrangement, and actually instructed the maid to move her seat to Ziying's tent, so she had to fight with the two sisters.

"I don't want to sit alone," Kyaukyun smiled at the moment, "Besides, I was just here to cheer!" ”

Although this pomegranate flower meeting is held in the garden of the prince of Nanwang, the person in charge, according to Ziying, is a prestigious scholar of Xue University in Beijing. In fact, in my opinion, although this person's talent has to be recognized, I am afraid that he is just a good person in any case, and most of them are still a layman.

The rules for this meeting are also very simple, and the presiding officer has prepared some topics for poems, rhythms, etc., and there are people in all directions in the garden who read them. If the ladies in the seats are interested, they can take the initiative to answer the questions. If a poem is written, it is passed down to the reciter by the people who are waiting at the table, so that the people present and the so-called judges know what they have answered at the same time.

After the reciter announced the first few propositions, they were all answered by the sons at the banquet, and the young ladies must have been somewhat humble. And the person who wins the championship in the end can always harvest a lot of speechless silk from the light yarn.

During the interval between answering questions, the sound of flower drums really stirred up the atmosphere on the field, which made people a little nervous and unconsciously a little more interested.

Since then, some riddles, clever calculations and other questions have been participated by various ladies, and the atmosphere in the garden seems to be more enthusiastic. But listening to the family background of the young ladies who reciprocated the questions, most of them are just some petty officials and eunuchs. Presumably, an aristocratic lady like Ziying has to be a little reserved, and she doesn't bother to show her talent too early.

Besides, guessing riddles, clever calculations, etc., probably can't get into the eyes of the young ladies.

In fact, for about half an hour, Ziying and Jiaoyue have been chatting about interesting things in the boudoir with each other, but they don't pay much attention to the situation on the field. Presumably they have long been used to it, and the front is just a warm-up for the little people.

Finally, the proposition of music and rhythm came down, and Jiaoyun turned his attention back to the field.

When a melodious guqin melody echoed in the garden, the original sound of flower drums, faint conversations, and laughter also came to an abrupt end. The person who plays it must be a master of the piano, and the music he plays is the familiar "Night Thoughts", accompanied by the rhythm, as if you can feel the fairy of flowers dancing, which leads people to reverie many times.

I have heard Mrs. Zhu play this song many times, but when I play it with Xiao, I can't find the feeling. In the final analysis, this song tells about the lingering feelings in the boudoir, and it is difficult to play any special artistic conception when you feel nothing.

"It's Sister Hongluan, I haven't seen her for a few days, and her piano skills have improved again!" Jiaoran listened carefully and praised sincerely, but then frowned, "It's just that there is a little more depression in the sound of the piano, and her heart is getting heavier!" In fact, I have already heard the heavy sorrow in the heart of the piano player, and I feel a little pity. Now listening to Jiaoyun's comments, it is just right, and I think that although Jiaoyun claims to be not very good at poetry, he must be proficient in music.

"Presumably Guo Gongzi's matter, Sister Hongluan hasn't let go yet!" Zi Ying sighed. She was frightened and puzzled, so she simply introduced the person who played the piano. It turned out that the red luan in the mouth of Ziying and the others was the beloved daughter of the head of the household. A year ago, the emperor personally appointed the marriage and promised it to the new champion Guo Gongzi. That Guo Gongzi was originally a student under Hongluan's father's name, so when he visited Shangshu Mansion, Hongluan looked at it from a distance several times and liked it very much. It was originally a good marriage, but I didn't want that Guo Gongzi to be a short-lived person. Last year, a serious illness made him linger in bed for several months, and in the end, he was still hopeless and died. And since then, there has been one more resentful girl in the deep boudoir of the capital.

At the end of Hongluan's song, everyone on the field praised it. If you want to talk about Hongluan's piano skills, it is impeccable. And the meaning of the lack of joy in the piano, I am afraid that the people present understand some of the reasons, so no one dares to mention it. The most important thing is that now that the seat of the future son-in-law of the Hubu Shangshu is vacant, it is no wonder that many sons are so enthusiastic.

"I have to come up with a song to dispel the depression in Sister Hongluan's heart!" Jiaoyun waved his hand, and the maid behind him immediately handed over a hole flute. I didn't want Jiaoyun to be a person who was Xi Xiao in general with me, and I felt a little closer to each other in my heart.

The song of Jiaoyun is very different from the artistic conception played by Hongluan. Originally, the sound of the flute, which was inevitably a little quiet and melancholy, was played in the bright clouds, but it was very refreshing. Jiaoyun played "Looking for Joy", originally thought that this song was not suitable for Xiao to play, but this time listening to Jiaoyun blowing, I realized that no matter the piano or Xiao, it is just a tool. The real mood lies in the person who performs.

The sound of the flute rises and falls, full of the meaning of hard pursuit, the bravery and freedom of the person who plays it is fully displayed, and the listener is hearty.

To Ran's surprise, a son in the opposite seat, hearing the sound of the flute, actually rose spontaneously, and the sword in his hand came out of his hand, and it was accompanied by the sound of the flute, dancing the sword.

Looking at his skills, he knows that he must be a martial arts master. At this moment, I saw that the sword in his hand was accompanied by a light body, and it cooperated very well with Xiao Sheng. And every time he turned around, this person would surely look eagerly into the curtain where Kyaukyun was, as if this manman light veil had not obscured his vision in the slightest.

And Jiaoyun played the jade flute in her mouth, and she clearly felt the sight outside the curtain, but she didn't have any shame on her face, but looked back hotly.

For a while, the sound of the flute and the sword intent changed unconsciously, and they were all dyed with some glue-like affection.

When the sound of the flute ended, the boy also happened to withdraw the sword in his hand, but his body bowed to the curtain on the side of Jiaoyun, and said loudly: "Such a Yayin, I can't help but dance the sword to complement each other, and I hope to forgive me!" "Let's go back to the table in style.

The people in the audience didn't seem to have woken up from the flute and sword dance just now, and after a while, they heard a round of applause and cheers around them.

Looking at Jiaoyun's smiling face, Zi Ying quipped: "You don't need to show your concubine in front of so many people, right?" ”

Jiaoyun didn't care, there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his voice was very solemn: "The most difficult thing for us women is to get a confidant." Now that I've met it, why should I dodge? Life is just like a white horse, and I don't want to waste my feelings because of those pedantic ways. ”

When Zi Ying heard this, she seemed to be moved, and she also restrained her previous playful tone.