Murong Shuang's temperament and talent are excellent, although the poem she wrote in public is not as good as that of Miss Dingguo Mansion, it is also remarkable.

Murong Yan didn't care about any reputation, but she couldn't bear to feel sad in Murong Shuang's heart, so she casually glanced at the mandarin ducks playing in the lake, and said to Murong Shuang: "Third sister, I was inspired and I also have a song." ”

The clear voice was not high, and everyone present could hear it. The nobles all looked at Murong Yan. This was the first sentence that Murong Yan said when she entered the door, and everyone found out that Miss Murong Liu's voice was as eloquent as Huang Ying's out of the valley.

Murong Shuang hesitated for a moment before saying, "Then I'll write it for the sixth sister." ”

Murong Yan said: "Third sister, Mrs. Mei has been teaching me to read and write for many years, I am afraid that I will write ugly and dare not see people, but today in front of all the sisters, I have to show ugliness." ”

Murong Shuang was puzzled, when did her mother teach her sixth sister to read and write? Seeing Murong Yan winking at her, she immediately came to her senses.

Xu Lingxiu didn't believe that Murong Yan could write and compose poems, so he approached with a smile and said, "It turns out that Miss Murong Sixth is deeply hidden, so it is better to write it out and let the sisters open their eyes." ”

Murong Yan ignored her sarcastic words, and waved a smile on the brocade silk in front of her.

Xu Lingxiu looked at the words and poems on the brocade silk, and gradually couldn't laugh. The ladies took a closer look, only to see that the handwriting on the brocade silk was graceful and dignified, elegant and smart, graceful, and the pen was even more flowing and flowing, vertical and horizontal, rigid and soft, thick and fine, no obedient, not dry and not moist. Just this word, it is already covered with Jinghua, and then look at the poem, even if everyone is unwilling, they have to admit that this is the leader in the poetry meeting.

And these are all taught by an aunt in Murong Mansion?

Miss Dingguo Mansion is a very modest person, shaking her head and sighing: "Just now, the sisters pushed me to be the leader, and now with Miss Murong Liu, I am going to be second." ”

Murong Shuang glanced at it with a complicated expression, such a graceful character was not practiced overnight, at least more than ten years of skills. Murong Yan recognized a lot of words, but they were all taught by Murong Shuang, and as for the bad handwriting, it was really miserable.

But today's sister's talent ...... There is only one explanation, this sister has been hidden deeply, and even she has been deceived.

Qian Qi has been following Murong Yan, where Yan'er is, of course he is also. At this time, I couldn't hold back the curiosity in my heart, and when I looked closer, I couldn't help but read it out loud: "Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, and every inch of green silk is sad for the Chinese year." Look at each other for the moon-shaped, only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal. ”

Although he didn't understand literature and ink, it didn't affect his appreciation and appreciation at all, and he couldn't help but glance at Murong Yan, he really didn't expect her to have such talent.

Only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals!

Only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals!

For a while, it was quiet again.

What a mandarin duck is not envious of immortals!

Rong Huan thought it repeatedly in his heart, and the infatuated gaze cast by Shang Lingyue became more and more unpleasant in his heart.

Only envy mandarin ducks and not immortals?

Ling Chen was stunned in his heart, he only blamed the creation for making people, why did there be an extra Murong makeup among them. Such a woman with a clear heart, I am afraid that I will miss it in this life. No, if he doesn't agree, she won't want to avoid him.

Ling Chen drank all the wine in the cup.

It's a good sentence to envy only mandarin ducks and not immortals!

What a woman with a blue heart!

Ling Jin, who was dressed in the habit of a gentleman's disciple, curled his lips and smiled, looking at Murong Yan's gaze, which flickered with a long deep ray, like the light emitted by a thick flame after it burned.

This woman is very interesting.

Qian Qi couldn't put it down while holding the poem, and couldn't help but want to take possession of it. "Yan'er, this poem is so well written, it's better to ...... How about selling it to me? I will give three thousand taels of gold. He remembered that Yan'er was a money-lover, and a broken cup was sold for a thousand gold.

Three thousand taels of gold? The nobles here all breathed cool air, even the poems and paintings of the world's famous artists can't be sold at this price, right?

Murong Yan glanced at the nobles, stood up and saluted Qian Qi dignifiedly, and smiled without showing teeth, "It's just a little poem for fun, thanks to Mr. Qian's wrong love, if you don't dislike it, you will give it to Mr. Qian." ”

Murong Yanting stood there, both reserved and dignified, speaking softly, and everyone's beautiful demeanor was unobstructed.

Qian Qi was dumbfounded, is this Yan'er?

He likes this kind of Yan'er very much! Qian Qi was flattered, "Yan'er, really gave me this poem?" "Don't regret and don't collect debts afterwards?

Murong Yan still smiled toothlessly: "Really! How many such poems you want, if you don't give up them, just take them. ”

Qian Qi was overjoyed, and hugged the brocade silk tightly in his arms, as if he was afraid that others would come to rob it.

In fact, there are really people who rob it.

Ling Chen stared at the poem and secretly passed the order out: "That poem, bring it back to this king." ”

Rong Huan drank tea leisurely, seemingly indifferent, but in fact, Qingyue had already received a message, "I want that poem." ”

When Qingyue received the order, Huairou also received a note from Ling Jin, and when she unfolded it, there were only two words on it: "Grab the poem." ”

Xu Lingxiu trembled with anger, and his original intention was to use this poetry meeting to ridicule and humiliate Murong Yan, so that Murong Yan would never be able to raise her head in the capital, so as to relieve the hatred in her heart. But things and wishes, a poem made Murong Yan's reputation shocked, raised Murong Yan's value, and there was a willingness in her heart, and her gaze at Murong Yan was two more points of jealousy.

Murong Yan raised her eyebrows and glanced at Xu Lingxiu, and the smile on the corner of her lips was clearly contemptuous.

Xu Lingxiu saw that Ling Chen was not looking at him, and looked at Murong Yan's gaze as gentle as water, and he had already gritted his teeth with hatred in his heart, and his gaze became even more vicious. She hated the daughter of Murong Mansion, who was Murong Makeup before, and now Murong Yan and Murong Shuang.

Xu Lingxiu stepped forward and smiled at everyone: "It is rumored that Miss Murong Liu's piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all incomprehensible, it turns out that they are deeply hidden, and today it finally opened the eyes of Lingxiu." Sisters, why don't we compare it to a poem below, but to compare it to a dance? ”

There are two dances in Da Zhou, one is Murong makeup, and the other is Xu Lingxiu. She chose the dance she was best at. The noble ladies heard the sound of the piano and knew the elegant meaning, so they naturally agreed.

Xu Lingxiu looked at Murong Yan: "What does Miss Murong Sixth think?" ”

Murong Yan said lightly: "I'm not interested!" ”

Miss Wang's face showed disdain, and she said in a low voice: "Isn't it?" "It's low, but everyone in the room can hear it.

Miss Li also said in a low voice: "I don't think Miss Murong Liu dare?" The name of the spiritual dance is well deserved, and no one in Beijing can compare. ”

Xu Lingxiu was in a very comfortable mood when he heard this, Murong Yan, you must discredit you today, and regret appearing here.

Miss Wang sneered, "Miss Murong Liu wants to admit defeat in public, it's okay." ”

Murong Shuang couldn't bear the sixth sister being bullied, stood up with a smile, and said softly: "The sixth sister is unwell today, if the sisters don't dislike it, I am willing to dance for the sixth sister." ”