There are more and more people in the garden, and everyone gathers together in twos and threes to point out the peony they like in their hearts and chat, planning to show their faces in front of young talents later, and their marriage will be settled.

Looking at the ladies shuttling among the colorful peony flowers, Shen Moli asked softly, "What do you mean by what you said just now?" ”

Yu Xinlei stared at the Yao Huang, and saw that her maid didn't dare to slack off, so she put her mind at ease, listened to Shen Moli's question, thought about what she asked, and saw that no one around said softly: "Even Cheng Zhuzhu is unruly in the nunnery." "When the words are finished, nothing else will be said.

Shen Moli listened to her words, and immediately understood the meaning, and it was not good to ask more.

The two sat together drinking tea and chatting, and they didn't care about any poetry meetings.

When they arrived, more than a dozen young men entered the garden together.

The ladies of all families covered their faces with fans, but the texture of the fans was tulle, which added a hazy beauty, and the style in the action was infinite.

Yu Xinlei was also busy picking up the fan handed by the maidservant to cover her pretty face, but unlike other women, she half-covered her face with the pipa, she covered her face and gave it to Shen Moli.

Although Shen Moli was surprised, she also covered her face, she didn't hear her mother mention it when she came, and she didn't know that she could see male guests at this banquet, so she looked at Yu Xinlei suspiciously.

"Forget to tell you, this is my old habit, every time the peony flowers bloom, there must be a poetry meeting, many families for the sake of their children's lifelong events, they will ask my grandmother. The old man's heart is the most soft-hearted, so he had to agree. Yu Xinlei looked at the many men and women outside the pavilion who were already talking, her eyes were gurgling, and she whispered in Shen Moli's ear: "Sister, if you have someone you like, you must seize the opportunity." I've got a brother who doesn't care, and if I like it, I can help with that, too! ”

Shen Moli shook her head with a smile, she was not angry at Yu Xinlei's outspokenness, this is the brightest!

Although she didn't get a reply, Yu Xinlei still saw from Shen Moli's attitude that she had no intention of doing this, so she cleverly changed the topic.

After a while, many talented and beautiful women walked to the table prepared under the eaves of the porch to brush and ink.

Except for Shen Moli and the others, everyone wrote poems and displayed them to the public, just hoping to win the favor of their favorite candidates.

Everyone praised Cheng Juanjuan's poem as the first place, although Cheng Juanjuan's reputation has suffered from unjustified disasters, but there are still some talents, and it is reasonable to be recognized.

If Cheng Juanjuan accepts it calmly, the poetry club will proceed to the next process, but she has to find fault with Shen and Moli, saying that they have a bad attitude and no poems, it is difficult to look down on everyone, and let the two of them each write a poem.

As the host, Yu Xinlei has the responsibility to lead by example, and can only bite the bullet, no matter whether the poem is brilliant or not, there must always be an appearance.

Cheng Juanjuan saw Yu Xinlei obediently going over to write, so she looked at Shen Moli provocatively.

Knowing that concession can only fulfill others, Shen Moli walked to Yu Xinlei's side with a smile on her face and elegant body, writing in a chic manner.

When the two of them finished the poem and stepped aside, Cheng Juanjuan stepped forward to watch, and the rest of the people who were curious also came over.

The two poems that come into view have their own merits, only Shen Moli's words are elegant, elegant, handsome and upright, which makes people feel happy just by looking at the words, and then nodding and praising the artistic conception in the poems.

Some people even bluntly said that Shen Moli deserved to be the first.

Cheng Juanjuan's face was white for a while and red for a while, and she was trembling with anger, she had been looking forward to being able to regain the title of the first talented woman in Shaanxi with the help of the poetry club.

Shen Moli's brilliance invisibly slapped Cheng Juanjuan hard, making her fall from first to second, which is the most shameless thing.