When she went back, no one noticed that something was wrong, and Han Yujin saw the Lian nobles sitting in the middle of the crowd, with a plutoon, and they were talking to people with a delicate face.

Han Yujin only felt disgusting when she swallowed a fly, and now looking at the similarities between her and Zhou Chengan, she only felt that it was an insult to Zhou Chengan.

Lu saw Han Yujin and asked her where she had gone and why it had been so long. Han Yujin found an excuse to prevaricate. Thinking of what Fang had just heard in the rockery, he wanted to remind Li Weiji, and asked the Lu family, and the Lu family told her that Princess Qian went back with Chen Guifei, and Han Yujin had to find another opportunity to remind her another day.

The top priority at the moment is to find a way to inform Zhou Chengan and let him be on guard. Han Yujin thought about it and felt that the most suitable person was only Zhou Chengqian, so he decided that the banquet here was dispersed, and he went to the Qianwang Mansion.

Han Yujin, like the Lu family, couldn't wait to end quickly, but the lotus nobles were on the rise, and this would start poetry again.

With Qiao Yanran taking the lead, and other nobles echoing it, they temporarily formed a poetry club. The county lord of Chengling also made fun and asked Ying to be a poet.

Han Yujin looked at it coldly, before people held the lotus noble, saying that she was extremely talented, and after the incident in the cave, Han Yujin only felt that with her inferior appearance, how high could she go.

Han Yujin stayed away from them, thinking that as long as there was a chance, she would leave immediately.

After a while, the topic was decided. There is a lotus character in the name of the lotus nobleman, and today is her birthday, a pool of lotus flowers in this lotus flower is blooming. Naturally, it's Yonglian.

It didn't take long for the girls to write their poems and read them out by Chengling.

Han Yujin listened to it, it was the same, appreciating lotus, singing lotus, painting lotus, picking lotus, etc., there was nothing brilliant about it, nothing more than mud without staining, clear ripples without demons and other words.

Han Yujin asked herself that she couldn't write anything brilliant, and good poems seemed to have made her predecessors write them out.

Not surprisingly, the leader is the lotus nobleman. The crowd was flattering again.

Han Yujin listened to the poems written by the lotus nobles. It's not bad, and it's neat to use lotus as a metaphor for yourself. But thinking of what she did really disgusted Han Yujin.

Just because she wrote a sentence in her neck:

The essence of ice and jade is made of bones. Sex is also clear and the snow casts the soul.

And I thought of when she was in the cave. My brother and husband can't stop shouting. And that man is still King Chang, the man who calls her mother, where does he have a half-dime relationship with Bingjie Ruyu!

Disgusting to disgusting. Han Yujin wouldn't mess with her, she just wished she was having fun, so she left quickly.

Qiao Yanran saw Han Yujin sitting there, with a look of disgust and disdain, and leaned down to whisper in the ear of the lotus nobleman.

With the acquiescence of the lotus noble, Qiao Yanran said loudly:

"Lord Jinyu, you show disdain, do you think that the poems written by the nobles are not in your eyes, and you also want to give you some advice?"

Since Qiao Yanran was frustrated by Han Yujin several times, she looked at her more and more unpleasantly, and thought about embarrassing her all the time.

was suddenly nominated, Han Yujin still hadn't come back to her senses, and when she heard Qiao Yanran finish speaking, she knew that she had relapsed from her old illness and wanted to bite.

"Miss Qiao, if you think that the poems written by noble people are not eye-catching, just say it, don't push it on others."

Han Yujin's answer did not follow Qiao Yanran's words to praise the Lian noble, but ridiculed the poem written by the Lian nobleman for not being eye-catching.

Lian Guiren's face instantly turned cold, and he didn't look at Qiao Yanran, but looked straight at Han Yujin and said:

"I heard that the county lord is talented, and I want to ask the county lord for advice today, I don't know if the county lord of Jinyu can appreciate his face?"

The lotus nobles are charming, and their words are also delicate and soft. Although it is delicate, the arrogance in the words is not to be refused.

Even the Lu family couldn't stop twitching her eyelids when she heard the words of the lotus noble, and at this moment, she tore Qiao Yanran's heart apart.

Who doesn't know that Lian Guiren is narrow-minded, Han Yujin has a temper like this, and he has never been willing to curry favor with such a person, so it's no wonder that he can fall into good terms.

Then he reminded Han Yujin softly:

"Noble Lotus is the favorite of the saint, she will repay it, if you say a few good words gently, she will not embarrass you too much."

Han Yujin knew that the Lu family was thinking about herself, so she nodded with her eyebrows and said to the lotus nobleman:

"The noble man laughed, these two drops of ink in my stomach are not enough for everyone to see, so I won't be ugly."

Lady Lian listened to her words and seemed to be still smiling, but there was no smile between her eyebrows and eyes.

"So, is the county lord of Jinyu unwilling to appreciate his face?"

Han Yujin knew that this verbal persecution was not for the rockery, but probably because Qiao Yanran said something to her, so she targeted herself like this.

Now, if you do what the lotus nobleman says, you will inevitably feel aggrieved, but if you don't do it, you can't tell what kind of moth you will come up with.

Looking at the lotus flowers in this pool, thinking of the lotus nobles, and thinking about the way to let others praise her through the lotus, Han Yujin felt a little disgusted in her heart, where did she still have the heart to write poems praising the lotus.

"The nobleman is strict, but this Yonglian's poems have made the predecessors write absolutely amazingly, Jinyu thinks that she has no talent for nobles, and she can't write commendable sentences."

Han Yujin also wanted to compliment her a few words in her heart, but who knew that there was no hint of compliment when she said it, but it made the Lian nobles hear a strong taste of sarcasm.

"Listen, even I've arranged it, and today I just want to listen to the poetry of Lord Jinyu."

Lian Guiren no longer talked nonsense with Han Yujin, and said directly, I want you to do it, you have to do it, and you have to do it if you don't do it!

Han Yujin couldn't help but condense her eyebrows, Yonghe poems can be made by herself, the rhyme and rhythm are very ready-made, just make it up and make it a song, but I just feel that if I make a song like this, just that aggrieved energy can make me depressed to death.

Why do you want to sing about this lewd woman in front of you?

Han Yujin looked up at her leaning on the beauty chair, with a pink lotus flower on her head, her eyes like silk. The pu fan in his hand was fanned from time to time, and one hand was placed on the belly that had not yet bulged like a bone.

This look couldn't help but remind Han Yujin of her lewd words with King Chang again.

Han Yujin raised a three-point smile on her lips and said:

"In that case, then I might as well be respectful."

Then, a waiter took a pen and ink and put it in front of Han Yujin, she followed the rhythm in her heart, and wrote:

Beside the green willow cicada mirror lake,

The blue light is full of lotus ponds.

Slim as jade body independent,

Blossoms are clean and self-fragrant.

Said elegant, Tao fragrant.

Ancient and modern Moke Fei poems.

I know that under the green and red,

Dirt is hidden in the mud.

(This is the partridge day in the word card, not counting the poetry rhythm, I was going to write a seven-word rhythm poem, but the author prefers this word card, and when I write it, I can't help but write it as a partridge day, let's take a look, the expert is not criticized!) ）

ps: For the sake of my dedication, I never use the poems of my ancestors, everyone give a genuine support, the author is really hungry. Please give me the motivation to keep going further! (To be continued......)