Lin Dongjun smiled and said: "Big brother has all the good things in his hands, what is the origin of this pendant?" ”

Lin Jinlou said: "The former accompanied the emperor to Xiantong Temple, the abbot of the temple took out a plate of things, and the prince gave me a few, both gold and jade, and this pendant was rewarded together." ”

Lin Dongjun said: "Ouch, it turned out to be something from the East Palace, this is amazing, I want to write a song." ”

Lin Dongqi gently pushed her and said with a smile: "Then you hurry up and write, I'll comment on the poem later, and give my sister a first-place rating." ”

Lin Dongxuan said: "Amitabha, the second sister should quietly tell me, so that in front of the public, they all know how good it is." ”

Everyone laughed.

Jiang Xiyun looked at the piece of jade, then at Lin Jinlou, and then at Xianglan, and said secretly: "Lin Jinlou also pulled Chen Xianglan out to write poems on such an occasion, obviously to grow her face, otherwise a concubine, even if she has to be promoted again, how can she have a foothold here?" It can be seen that she is an opponent, Lin Jinlou did this, not only to show me, but also to show us the Jiang family! She felt depressed and took a deep breath.

Jiang Feiyun thought: "I didn't participate in the poetry club just now, because I wrote too well, I couldn't help suppressing the limelight of the fifth sister, writing mediocre, and falling into my own name, it is better to help the fifth sister write a poem, and also kill the prestige of that little concubine." Wild history of the book on the talented and beautiful people are mostly married because of playthings, regardless of what jade pendants, handkerchiefs, sachets, bracelet earrings, I will help the fifth sister win the championship later, and it will be spread out in the future 'The fifth daughter of the Jiang family is outstanding because of her poetry and won the jade pendant of Lin Jinlou', which is not only a romantic story, but also a real marriage. Then he bowed his head and quietly conceived a poem.

Although Lin Dongjun had a smile on his face, he looked at Lin Jinlou for a while, and then looked at Xianglan and Jiang Xiyun for a while, covered his mouth with a fan, and whispered to Lin Dongqi: "Second sister, who do you say the eldest brother wants to let get this pendant?" ”

Lin Dongqi whispered: "Naturally, whoever writes well will get it." ”

Lin Dongjun said: "Tsk, I've written our two reviews in a while, of course, I have to understand what the big brother means." Do you think he is interested in Jiang Xiyun, or does he want to promote Xianglan? ”

Lin Dongqi was convinced of his sister's ability to observe words and emotions and please everywhere, thought about it for a while, shook his fan and said, "I can't think of it." ”

At this time, Caifeng has pasted the poems on the wall, Jiang Danyun grabbed "Silan", Jiang Xiyun is "Orchid", Tan Luhua is "Lone Orchid", Lin Dongxiu is "Relict Orchid", and finally "Fanglan" of Xianglan.

At this time, Tan Luhua had already stuffed Xianglan with a pen and said, "Hurry up, it's time to deliver this incense after burning." ”

Xianglan couldn't, she didn't want to come, now Lin Jinlou pushed her to stand here, she only felt embarrassed from head to toe, she knew that this was Lin Jinlou's intention to promote her, but such a situation made her even more embarrassed, although the Jiang family sisters treated her politely, they were also extremely alienated, with a little arrogance, if it weren't for the Lin family sisters and Tan Luhua to treat her kindly, I was afraid that although she was calm on her face, she was already sitting on pins and needles.

There was a stone table in the pavilion, which was already full at this time, Xianglan had to stand outside with a pen, and the maid Mengyin packed up the small few and covered the paper. Xianglan said secretly: "If the writing is too good and the skills are overwhelming, it will be too boring for yourself, not only the unhappiness of the audience, but also the wife will think that I am blind." It's better to make a mediocre song, which is reasonable and not decent. Picking up the pen and scribbling a sentence on the paper, "The body is fragrant and beautiful", Lin Jinlou turned behind her, and when she saw that this sentence was flat, her brows furrowed slightly.

This magnolia pendant is what he wants to give to pandan. Lin Jinlou knows that Xianglan is talented and knowledgeable, and intends to let her show her face in front of everyone today, and then use the things rewarded by the prince to add color to her, and in the future, a good name will be spread, and people will respect her wherever she goes.

It's just that I hate Xiao Xianglan who won't perceive Shangyi, and the first sentence is so substandard. Lin Jinlou said in a low voice: "What kind of bullshit are you writing this?" ”

Xianglan was startled, turned her head and saw Lin Jinlou, she couldn't help but feel angry in her heart, and said, "Uncle will make a song by himself if he doesn't see it well." He turned around and went on to write a sentence.

Lin Jinlou said: "Make a good song, do you hear?" You can explain the Analects to De Ge'er, and the poems inscribed on the paintings on weekdays are not so vulgar. ”

Pandan still ignored him.

Lin Jinlou was a little annoyed, but it could be seen that her stubborn little appearance was cute again, so he said: "That's it, you write a good poem, the master is rewarded, and the writing is not good" He touched his chin and said, "If you don't write well, you can take out the painting and sell it, do you do it, do you hear?" ”

Xianglan's eyes widened, her face turned red with anger, and she said angrily: "How can Uncle be like this!" ”

Lin Jinlou saw that her little face was flushed, and her heart itched again, and secretly said that if no one else would pinch it, she said with a smile on her face: "Why can't you be like this?" Ye has always done whatever he wanted. Write well, do you hear that? Then he turned around and walked gracefully.

Xianglan was so angry that her eyes were hazy with tears, and she tried her best to endure her tears, and after being aggrieved for a while, she had to make another song.

At this time, Tan Luhua had finished writing, Jiang Danyun and Lin Dongxiu had also finished writing, and took the paper again to transcribe. Jiang Feiyun peeked at what Jiang Xiyun wrote, and saw that the poem was also rough, but it was not neat enough, and the artistic conception was not high, but it was mediocre. Jiang Xiyun was already plump and timid, but his head was even more sweaty, and he lamented in his heart: "What's the use of doing this Laoshizi thing, sour and fake vinegar, no matter how well you write, you can beat 'Li Du'?" The boring boudoir play, I can't go away from life, it's really boring, it's better to go fishing, it's a ration after fishing. ”

was slandering, and I heard Jiang Feiyun whisper behind her: "The tail coupling is not good, 'people don't know the love of the East Monarch, and the grievances are red with the morning glow', and they fell down at once." Although the jaw couplet's 'moon lane light clouds' and 'curtain scroll west wind' can be regarded as neat, Li Yi'an's allusion has long been used rotten, and the word 'vulgar' has fallen. ”

Jiang Xiyun whispered: "What should be done then, I really can't figure it out at this time." ”

Jiang Feiyun said: "Don't worry about it, first transcribe the others, and empty those few sentences." ”

Jiang Xiyun was overjoyed, held a smiling face and greasy to Jiang Feiyun, and said attentively: "Good sister, I like you the most, I will make a pair of tiger head shoes for my little nephew tomorrow." ”

Jiang Feiyun nodded at the tip of her nose and said, "You are a little slippery head, you have a sweet mouth." Secretly wrote a note and handed it over. Jiang Xiyun took a look, and saw that Jiang Feiyun's work was really higher than his own intentions, and he was overjoyed and hurriedly copied it.

Lin Dongxiu saw it in his eyes, and wanted to say something to ridicule him, but he caught a glimpse of Aunt Xia sitting on the side looking at him, and shook his head imperceptibly. Lin Dongxiu had no choice but to endure it, turned his head, and saw Tan Luhua also looking at Fei and Xi coldly, with a sarcastic look on his face, obviously noticing. Xiu and Hua tacitly touched their eyes, and then lowered their heads.

Lin Dongjun also saw it, but he didn't know it, and still talked and laughed with Lin Dongqi.

Aunt Xia took a sip of tea, looked at Xianglan again, and saw that she was moving a brush and brushing a little, and it was completed in a short time.

For a while, the "dream sweet fragrance" in the incense burner burned out, Lin Dongqi clapped his hands and smiled: "We're going to read the poems, are they all ready?" ”

Xiangyun collected the poem, and everyone looked at it one by one, only to see that the first poem on the manuscript was Jiang Danyun's, which was:

Silan

Alone in the west building with meditation, Chu Wan Lanze is negative.

The thick shade and the cicadas are boring, and the high walls of the deep courtyard are late in summer.

Wanmai is far away with Qing Fenyuan, and he is sick and stupid for a long time.

No one understands the taste, and there is no time for tears to know.

After reading it, everyone praised: "It's really a 'thought' word in every sentence, and it's really the answer to the question." Lin Dongqi said: "It's just sad." Jiang Feiyun said: "Silan, Silan, is naturally 'a thought of thought', how can it not be sad?" Looking further down, it is Jiang Xiyun's, which reads:

Orchid appreciation

The jade cup is surrounded by fragrant skin, and the desk is in the shadow of Tingting's lamp.

The moon makes light clouds and shines on the shadow of flowers, and the fragrance locks the breeze through the west window.

It is said that the official city is full of brocade flowers, but there are Qinhuai grass growing.

After the soul is scattered in the Xiangjiang River, it is difficult for the moth eyebrows to be the same as the fairy bones.

Lin Dongqi praised: "The last sentence is the best, with Qu Zi's insinuation, the whole idea is elevated." Everyone nodded in agreement, and when they looked down, they saw Tan Luhua write:

Lone orchid

The lonely orchid is in the hometown of Jiaojiao, and the cold garden and wild grass are not competing.

Transplant Huatang to make Chunhui, looking forward to the empty fence against the cold moon.

The spring breeze is dark and frosty, and the bees and butterflies are circling in the rain and resting.

I am afraid that I will live up to the will of Shaohua, and the scattered spring mud flowers will not be born.

Jiang Feiyun said with a smile: "It's amazing, in the end, it's the second grandmother Xuan, she is a talented girl in the boudoir, and she writes with arrogance." Lin Dongqi smiled and said: "It's just about the realm, and you have to push the song of the fifth cousin, are you convinced by the second sister-in-law?" Tan Luhua was naturally not convinced, only a slight smile on her face, and she didn't say anything, and saw that Lin Dongxiu wrote:

Relic orchid

The partridge cries green water, and the remains of Chulan open Nanxun.

The fine love butterfly follows the flow waves, and the east wind rolls up the green clouds.

The sunset picks Zhize far away, and the rain shifts to Huang Tingyin.

* The light flies and is melancholy, and the king and grandson do not return to the forbidden courtyard.

Lin Dongjun smiled and said: "It's so desolate, it's really not like something written by someone who wants to be happy, and I will punish you for rewriting it later." Lin Dong blushed and said, "What did the big sister say, making fun of people like this." This one was made up with all my brains, and there will be no more. Lin Dongqi hugged Lin Dongxiu and said with a smile: "Big sister coaxes you to play, this topic is already difficult, you are good at this song." ”

The last one is pandan's, everyone gathered to look at it, and saw that it was a very beautiful hairpin. Lin Dongqi said secretly: "Regardless of the side, this single stroke of the word is not comparable to those who have just written poetry." The fifth cousin's poem is written acceptably, but the handwriting is mediocre, and there is no bone wind. Look at what it says:

Phun Orchid

The valley is empty, and the independent relics are promoted.

The abundant bones are beautiful and contain Yaobi, and the plain posture is condensed and floating.

The wind is hard to destroy the gentleman's ambition, and the rain is fragrant to bully the king.

After chanting Qu Song's article, the eternal love of Ji Yuetang.

(The poem is original, alluding to the fate of the characters, and it is written roughly, please bear with me.) Xiaohe Weibo, search for 'Heyan Mountain' on a certain wave) RS