When everyone praised them, the Ling couple finally came back to their senses.

Zhao Yingrong opened her mouth, but what she praised was Lin Mengyao's calligraphy: "Miss Yao's calligraphy attainments make Mrs. Ben sigh to herself, maybe write another poem, so that Mrs. Ben can figure out the charm of your pen?" ”

Lin Mengyao's calligraphy is self-reliant, not to mention the guidance of Yao Ziwen and the true biography of Mrs. Ji in her previous life, she has integrated Gu Beichen's calligraphy charm in this life. It's just that Lin Mengyao knows that Zhao Yingrong is by no means looking at her calligraphy, what Zhao Yingrong wants to see is her true talent and learning - she needs to write a chrysanthemum poem by herself!

has already been confident, Lin Mengyao picked up the pen and wrote: "The soil flowers can be white and red, and I can still love this work in the evening." I'd rather hold the incense branches and be old than dance with the yellow leaves in the autumn breeze. ”

Simple seven words, but without losing momentum!

"It's really amazing, in just a short moment, I actually made two poems in a row!"

"This Lin family goddaughter is really good, I will definitely take some scriptures!"

"It's a pity that it's just a woman, if it's a man, it must be my Fuyang's great talent......"

Zhao Yingrong took Lin Mengyao's hand in a burst of sighs, pulled her to her side and sat down, very close. And Ling Zhenao raised the corners of his eyebrows, stepped forward to pick up Lin Mengyao's rice paper and looked at it carefully, and the praise in his eyes was not concealed in the slightest. Only this praise is mixed with some surprise and amazement - how can this Lin Mengyao's pen have the style of Xiangye?

How is that possible?!

Ling Zhenao laughed at himself, he must have thought too much. One is Fuyang's concubine, and the other is the hot Jinghua Xiangye, who covers the sky with one hand, so it is impossible to get involved!

Thinking so, Ling Zhenao still used the excuse of appreciating Lin Mengyao's poems and asked for this word.

Ling Zhenao asked for Lin Mengyao's lyrics, what a glory this is!

After that, the poems of the ladies were completed one after another, but because of Lin Mengyao's pearl and jade in front, no matter how good the works were, they also became a foil. Zhao Yingrong happily inserted the jade phoenix feather hairpin into Lin Mengyao's bun.

"It's really a blessing for Mrs. Ben to have a distant relative like Sister Yao!"

said lightly, but affirmed Lin Mengyao's identity. In fact. Strictly speaking, Xia Yuniang really can't be the aunt of the Ling couple. In fact, the so-called blood relationship is really hard to find. But now? This woman who was not from Xia Yuniang was actually recognized by Zhao Yingrong, and Ling Zhenao on the side was even more smiling!

Time. The remaining disdain that everyone had for Lin Mengyao immediately disappeared, and their faces were full of flattery, but whether this flattery was to please Lin Mengyao herself, or to Ying and the Ling couple, it was another matter.

Lin Mengyao's victory made Xia Yuniang hate itchy. She has been preparing for a long time to get Lin Mengping's unique appearance today, but the result is not as good as a concubine! In addition to Xia Yuniang's resentment, Lin Mengping, who has always been the most good at disguise, flashed resentment in her eyes - she has always been the most proud young lady in this Fuyang City, and she is both talented and beautiful, but today a girl from the concubine has stolen the limelight, how can she be willing?

In fact, it is normal for Lin Mengping to have such thoughts. used to be able to make that beautiful appearance of everyone, it was because she knew that others couldn't match her. But today, when she was pressed by others, her conceited heart was about to move!

Lin Mengping sat with everyone for a while. He got up, excused himself to change his clothes, said goodbye to everyone, and then went outside the garden: At first, he didn't agree with Ankang and Mengzhi, but now, I really want to give Lin Mengyao a little look.

After Lin Mengping left, the male guests made a lot of poems on the "Four Gentlemen in Flowers", among them, Gu Beichen's talent is beyond doubt. Xiang Qianxun, who has always been shapeless, even made one or two brilliant poems, which made Lin Mengyao look at him with admiration.

Because of Ling Zhenao's participation, the chrysanthemum appreciation party has become a poetry meeting. The garden was very lively, and time passed unconsciously. When Lin Shu appeared in the garden with Lin Ankang, it was already dusk.

Lin Ankang had already changed his clothes, and he followed behind Lin Shu in a human-like manner, only occasionally glancing at Lin Mengyao and Xiang Qianxun with bad intentions. Lin Ankang's resentment towards them has gone deep into the bone marrow, and both parties know it in their hearts. didn't bother to deal with him, and directly ignored him as nothing.

As for Lin Shu, his arm is still faintly painful, and his eyes are even bluer, but today is his Lin family's chrysanthemum appreciation party, how can he not come out to entertain guests? Lin Shu stood up and walked towards everyone, blocking out the occasional chuckle and banter from the crowd - the son beat Lao Tzu, this is really the best conversation after dinner!

Walking to the pavilion, Lin Shu pretended to be calm, and smiled at everyone: "Everyone, today is really sluggish. Fortunately, Ling Xian's nephew and Master Jiang helped each other, which can be regarded as a beautiful scene of the chrysanthemum appreciation party. Now, please move and prepare an all-chrysanthemum feast below-"

The whole chrysanthemum feast uses chrysanthemum as an ingredient to make all kinds of exquisite food.

Everyone talked and laughed, and followed Lin Shu and the others to the banquet.

For today's feast, Lin Shu also took great pains. Not to mention the staggered arrangement of seats - the high and low are orderly; Not to mention the exquisite dishes - delicate and elegant, everywhere should be the theme of chrysanthemums. Even the clothes of the maid who served the food were also ingenious, or golden, or snow-white, or red, staggered, very pleasing to the eye.

The maids came in one after another, and introduced the production of each dish, which made everyone very interested.

"This jar of wine is made by my lord who collected the finest snow remnants and picked up the water from the sky, and it has been ten years now!" A maid came, wearing a water-white long skirt with red spots at the hem, which corresponds to the name of "reflecting the snow and remaining red". She opened the wine jar, and the quiet fragrance of chrysanthemums overflowed.

"Oh, Master Lin is really an elegant person!"

"I'm so fortunate to be able to drink such a good wine, I'm so lucky—"

The chrysanthemum fragrance is bursting, coupled with the aroma of leisurely wine, it has a unique flavor. When everyone praised them, Lin Shu, who was staring at the dark circles, was very proud, and commanded the maid to serve wine to the guests.

Lin Mengyao also got a pot, but she didn't like wine very much, and she looked at the wine pot for a long time, but she never poured a glass.

"Sister Yao, isn't the wine carefully brewed by your father not in your eyes?" Lin Ankang sat on Lin Mengyao's right side, and suddenly opened his mouth in a strange way: "Sure enough, the vision is high, and my mother's family can't get into it!" ”

The voice was not loud, but it could also be heard by the people around him, and everyone looked at Lin Mengyao with squinted eyes.

Under such a situation, Lin Mengyao could only pour herself a glass of wine, and it didn't hurt to take a sip, so why bother to talk about it in this subsection! Holding the glass, holding it, the wine glass was already close to his lips, and he had no intention of glancing at it, but he found the coldness in Lin Ankang's eyes and the sneer at the corner of his mouth...... (To be continued.) )