But it is no different from a beautiful woman, and Wen Hui is very pleasing to the eye. △，

I saw the girl named Chen Qian slowly approaching the side of a group of gentlemen, and then said to the young ladies in the garden: "If you young ladies have nothing to do at this moment, it would be interesting if you also came to participate in the poetry meeting together." ”

The ladies in the garden originally rarely saw foreign men, but at this moment, their faces were dyed with a trace of shyness and coquettishness.

A few bickering ladies here immediately put down their thoughts, and their eyes gathered on that side.

Su Wenhui couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

This is the daughter of the assistant minister in Beijing who has a good reputation in the mouth, Chen Qian.

"Miss Wang is a famous talented woman, no less talented than us men, why not write a poem for everyone as the beginning for everyone to have a sneak peek."

Hearing this, she only looked at Chen Qian's handkerchief in the middle of the garden not far away, covered the corners of her lips, squinted obliquely, and suddenly her eyes flowed, and the spring was boundless, she smiled: "Everyone is really too flattering, how dare the little girl compete with you, but it is just a clumsy sentence, but everyone laughs." ”

I saw that the imperial commander who was holding a long fan raised his eyebrows, and after a moment, he said: "Miss's words are wrong, Mingzhi's sister is a famous talented girl, and Miss doesn't have to be lighthearted." ”

Hearing this, Chen Qian smiled even more happily, and the corners of her eyes were crooked, which showed that she was in a good mood.

The young ladies around looked at her with envy or a little jealousy, and whispered to one side from time to time.

"In that case, it is better to be respectful than to obey." After that, Chen Qian had a smile on her face, and Qianqian Yuzhi picked up the brush and paper on the side.

"The theme is named after 'Spring'. A poem or a poem. ”

Hearing this, I saw Chen Qian hanging her head and pondering quietly.

"It's impossible." Feng Yin suddenly spoke again.

The people on one side were stunned when they heard this, and then looked at Feng Yin with a sideways face. There was some surprise.

"How is this possible, besides, ......"

Yaofu was investigated and punished by the DPRK some time ago, and Tongfu, who has always had a good relationship with Yaofu, is the object that everyone in Beijing avoids, how can Mrs. Yueyang Hou ......

Like the stars and the moon, the ladies seemed to be Chen Qian's foil, and the men on the side were smiling, with two points of expectation on their faces.

Moment. Just look at Chen Qian's pen and inscription, and stop from time to time to think about it. Then, with a light smile on his face. Put down the brush in your hand.

"It's finished?" A woman on one side asked curiously.

Chen Qian nodded, with a soft smile on her face, and looked at the words on the case.

Everyone lowered their heads and looked at the small words on the paper. One stroke at a time. Powerful yet elegant.

"The words are like their people, the pen is full and powerful, and the messages in the market are really true." From time to time, someone on the side nodded and whispered.

Some of the young ladies were envious, but some couldn't help but cast jealous looks.

"Dongcheng gradually feels that the scenery is good, and the wrinkles and ripples welcome guests. The green poplar smoke is light and cold, and the red apricot branches are in spring. Floating hatred and entertainment are less, willing to love the daughter and smile? Persuade the sun to hold wine for the king, and leave the evening light among the flowers. Xiao Yu took a few steps forward. Reach for the thin piece of paper resting on the desk and raise it. Pursed lips and read softly.

Before the words fell, someone next to him said: "Dongcheng gradually feels that the scenery is good...... and leave a evening ......glow among the flowers" for a while, and couldn't help nodding and admiring: "It's really a good poem." The spring water is gentle, the "green willow" and the "red apricot branches" set off each other, the layers are sparse and dense, the word "floating" points out the meaning of cherishing the years, and the next rhyme expresses the feelings of spring, corresponding to the neatness, the word "for the king" is called resentment, it is really attached to the spring, and the love is extremely strong. ”

When Jiang Ya heard this, although her face looked a little unhappy, she lowered her head and muttered for a moment, but she also nodded, raised her eyebrows and sighed: "It is indeed a good poem." ”

"Miss Chen is really talented, not in vain to be named a talented woman in Beijing." Liu Mingxin stood outside the crowd and looked up in admiration, looking at the center of the crowd with envy.

People who had never spoken before were now speaking.

Fang Yan, who had been listening to the conversation and had never spoken, couldn't help but speak out at the moment, came, nodded, looked at the article with elegant handwriting, and said with a smile: "Yes, Miss Chen's name is really true, the poems are precise in wording, the artistic conception is beautiful, and the sentences are evocative." ”

Feng Yin's face tightened ugly, to be honest.

The people here just take Fang Cai's letter as a joke, and who will take it seriously?

It's just that Feng Yin faintly felt a little bad in her heart.

Don't you take it seriously......?

The tea in Wen Hui's mouth almost didn't squirt out, so she hurriedly put down the tea cup in her hand, pulled out the handkerchief around her waist and approached her mouth to wipe the corner of her lips.

"What's wrong with you?" Feng Yin frowned, she was thinking about something, but at this moment, she was suddenly interrupted by the other party, looking at Wen Hui's actions with a side face and being very puzzled, but there was also a little displeasure in her eyes.

Wen Hui coughed twice, her face was a little red, she turned her face sideways, and Wen Hui smiled: "It's nothing, it's nothing." Feng Yin turned his head in his puzzled gaze, then raised his face, and looked at the elegant woman in the garden who was smiling with a handkerchief covering the corners of her lips.

"Mingzhi, your sister can't be described as a talented girl." Xiao Yu raised his lips and sighed repeatedly, couldn't help but shake his head, and said with pity: "It's really a pity to be a woman." ”

When Chen Mingzhi heard this, the corners of his mouth hooked up with an elegant smile, and he said lightly: "It's nothing, don't praise you too much." ”

Under the gaze of everyone, Chen Qian lifted her skirt and approached Wang Mingzhi, standing beside Wang Mingzhi, with a faint smile on her face, nodded and said: "Just like my brother said, don't be so admired, where is the little girl comparable to your talent, just as a foil, don't make fun of me." "Extremely well-spoken, with a beautiful face and a decent smile, coupled with talent, he instantly stood out among the women.

After a while, it was Chen Mingzhi who took the lead in interrupting and said, "If you young ladies have good works, you can offer them together so that everyone can read them." ”

At this time, everyone took their eyes off Wang Yunzhi.

A woman on the side slowly approached Wang Yunzhi and said with a smile: "My sister's talent is really envious of us." One sentence brought everyone's thoughts back.

Xiao Yu nodded: "Miss Chen has made a good start for the poetry meeting, and we will not let it down." After that, he turned around and said, "How about Mingzhi and Changqing compete with the three of us?" ”

Chen Mingzhi smiled, was gentle, nodded, and said, "Naturally." ”

Yu Changqing nodded and hooked his lips.

Xiao Yu and the others stepped forward one after another, and the woman on one side saw this and stood on one side shyly, looking at the scene in front of her with a little curiosity, and waited quietly.

Wen Hui's gaze swept around the garden, for a moment, (to be continued.) )