For a while, the Qin family's table was not eating, and the clever maid who had already cleaned her hands with a copper basin, removed the leftovers, and put on the fine refreshments again. The ladies were still chatting and laughing, and the ladies were looking at the flowers, feeding the fish, and chattering in one place.

Xianglan asked Wu's mother Zhang Luo and her two mothers-in-law to set up a rosewood table in the courtyard, cloth pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and took the title of the poem. Everyone gathered around to take a look, only to see that it was nothing more than some topics of chanting flowers and reciting willows, a group of wind and snow, but they were rubbing their hands with the thoughts of the girls in the boudoir, eager to try.

Lin Dongxiu made friends with the two girls from the family of Lord Liu and Wen Yuanwai, and the three of them were afraid that they would only be left with difficult topics to be selected, and they would not be able to write well and make a fool of themselves. gathered together in one place, and after choosing the question, he hurriedly spread out the paper and pondered.

Lin Dong Aya doesn't like to read, and she is even more tired of chanting poems, so she is impatient to do this. swept his eyes, but saw that the ladies were all holding pens and considering the topic, and occasionally a few of them were not writing poems and talking and doing needlework, either the concubines or the concubines she despised. Lin Dongya was arrogant, so she naturally disdained to be with them, and secretly thought that if she didn't make a poem, she would really lose her value, so she hooked one indiscriminately.

She wrote the poem inscription on the paper, beckoned to call the personal maid Yingluo, stuffed the paper in her hand, and said softly: "Go, send it to my third brother, let him hurry up and send it back to me." Yingluo understood and hurriedly retreated.

At this time, Lin Dongqi affectionately held Zheng Jingxian's arm, pointed to a topic and whispered: "This "Twilight Spring" is easy to do, it is simple, there are many things in spring, as long as you highlight a "twilight", you can chant anything, but it is difficult not to fall into the trap." He pointed to another and said: "This "Night Rain" has limitations, but as long as the artistic conception is accurate, it is easier to please the trick." ”

Zheng Jingxian looked reserved, quite a little lofty, read those topics from top to bottom, sneered, and said to Lin Dongqi: "These topics are all vulgar, and you have to write new ideas in a tacky way to show your ability." "I actually used a pen to hook the "Twilight Spring".

Lin Dongqi frowned slightly, but he didn't express his displeasure in his heart, he ticked "Night Rain" by himself, spread out the paper and wrote.

Lin Dongxiu saw that Lin Dongqi had touched the nail, so she couldn't help pursing her lips and snickering, moved to Zheng Jingxian's side, and said, "Sister Xian is talented, even if it is a cheesy topic, she is designated to be able to write new ideas." ”

Zheng Jingxian glanced at Lin Dongxiu and didn't even say a word.

Lin Dongxiu blushed, but fortunately, Song Tanchai was on the side and said: "Sister Xiu, you have two sentences so soon, and I haven't thought of a single one." Since the Qin family broke off Lin Dongqi's thoughts about Song Ke, Lin Dongqi has become much less interested in Song Tanchai, but Lin Dongxiu has become more and more enthusiastic about her, and the two have come and gone, and they have also gained some affection.

This fork led the conversation away, and the ladies buried themselves in poetry, but Lin Dongya was leisurely, watching her mother Wang feed the fish for a while, going to the pastry on the table for a while, and drinking hot fruit wine for a while.

But said that Qinglan was on this end, and the thrush tried every means to pry her to make a poem, Qinglan naturally refused, and the thrush caught a glimpse of Zhao Yuechan standing under the corridor, so she whispered in Qinglan's ear: "What is my sister afraid of, no matter how bad she is, is it better than that dominatrix?" She doesn't know a few big words, so what can she do if she is full of scheming? My sister has already had such a big face in front of her, and now if she makes a good poem, she will be able to compare with that woman immediately. When the time comes, not only will our wives take a high look, but it will also be more decent to walk in a big family in the future. ”

These words are just bringing Qinglan's mind to life. That's right, no matter how bad you are, you are also a person who has read for a few days, and she is better than Zhao Yuechan, who doesn't know a few big characters. If you do the last song, you don't want to be too good, and you will earn enough face.

Thrush saw Qinglan's expression changed greatly, and immediately sighed, and said in a low voice: "My sister is a blessed person, and we are different after all, I think about my sister in everything now, and I am also a little selfish, I know at a glance that my sister is a benevolent and generous, I only ask for my sister to be noble in the future, don't forget to take care of me, I don't ask for anything else, I have a room to live in our Zhichun Pavilion, and I will be content......" Tears flashed out of the corners of his eyes as he spoke, and he hurriedly lowered his head and wiped his tears with a handkerchief.

Qing Lan felt more and more that the thrush was a solid person, and hurriedly held the thrush's hands and said, "Sister, what do you say?" You are an old man, I just came here, you should mention me more, we are all serving the uncle together, eating and sleeping together, and there is no difference between you and your sisters, and the next thing is to see the outside. ”

The thrush nodded again and again, and said a lot of words, puffing out his tongue to encourage him in every way. Qinglan was coaxed, and felt more and more that she wanted to be in the limelight, so she also went up to compose poems.

Zhao Yuechan saw that Qinglan also went to pick a topic to write, so she sneered, and her heart was a little sour. But I heard the thrush standing not far away and saying loudly to the parrot, "...... Aunt Lan is from a family of scholars, how is it the same as us, if I have ink in my stomach, maybe I will also hang up the title, write a poem, and show a big face and be happy. ”

Brother Parrot sneered: "It's different, the most different thing is people's stomachs, but gold is a hundred times more expensive." ”

Your words made Zhao Yuechan upset, and pointed and reprimanded: "What are you two chewing on your tongues?" ”

The two were immediately silenced.

Zhao Yuechan turned her head, looked at Qinglan's smug face, gritted her teeth and said softly: "Cheap hoof, I'll let you do it, I'll clean you up when I've done enough." ”

The thrush was instigated on both sides, and when she saw Zhao Yuechan getting angry, she saw her staring at Qinglan coldly with a pair of eyes, and secretly wished in her heart.

Brother Parrot also sensed that something was wrong, and thought to himself, "That dominatrix is a cannibal and doesn't spit out bones, and the thrush is not a fuel-efficient lamp, so I don't want to get caught in it and let the two of them be guns." It's better to stay in the land of right and wrong soon. Immediately, he rubbed his temples and said: "Hey, my head hurts again, maybe I just ate two more glasses of wine, and the wind blows, this time my heart suddenly jumps up, I have to go back to lie down first." ”

Zhao Yuechan waved her hand, and Brother Parrot helped Lilac to walk away weakly.

Let's say that Qinglan ticked a topic and spread out the paper to do it. However, her thinking was sluggish, and she hadn't read and written for a long time, her mind was blank, and she saw that a stick of incense on the case was about to be burned, and there was still no charter.

Mother Wu has been busy for a long time, and it is easy to get idle, and a few mothers-in-law with a head and face set up another table under the corridor, picked a few good dishes, and scalded hot wine, eating and drinking, seeing Qinglan coming over, she quickly stood up, and said angrily: "Why did Grandma come over by herself without anyone to help her?" What about Silver Butterfly and Little Juan? See if I don't hit these two little hooves. ”

Qinglan lowered her voice and said, "Mom, don't worry about this, help quickly, and ask if anyone can make a poem." ”

Mother Wu was a little unhappy when she saw Qinglan disturbing her to eat for this matter, and said secretly: "My wife, I have a busy day, and I don't say a word of hard work, but the idea of writing poems for her is a trivial matter that makes people unable to eat a mouthful of hot food." Her face was a little sunny: "Didn't my aunt say that she didn't write poetry today?" ”

Qinglan hurriedly urged Coco: "This time I want to do it again, mom help me get an idea!" ”

Even if Mother Wu slandered again, she couldn't bear to see Qinglan faceless, so she had to say, "I'll help you find someone who can write." After thinking about it, I vaguely remembered that Xianglan was literate and could not compose poems, so I went to the teahouse to find Xianglan with a bitter face, and said: "Grandma has taken over the work again, let me compose a poem, you see." He handed the paper over.

Xianglan opened it and took a look, only to see two words written on it - "Legacy Fragrance".

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