The sound was like the tinkling of spring water, very pleasant:

"Don't move to the expensive gold, a trace of light and a bush of depth. After the flowers, the head of the department sits, singing alone in the cold fragrance. Shuyun is even more proud of the world, it seems that only I am a bosom friend! The autumn light flies and lives up, and it is relatively good to cherish the yin. ”

The singing is a chrysanthemum poem, and it is quite talented. Everyone can't help but follow the prestige, the poems and songs are inferior, and the posture of the bard is even more eye-catching-the bard is none other than Lin Mengping, the first beauty of Fuyang that Lin Fu is proud of!

Today's Lin Mengping is obviously carefully dressed, not to mention the moon-white Luo skirt, not to mention the delicate and elegant makeup, just the hairpin and silk on the jet-black hair, the simple pearl hairpin also shows her refinement, and the hairband with her hair fluttering in the wind highlights her beauty.

On the other side of the chrysanthemum bush, Lin Mengping came over one by one, making the chrysanthemums all the way a foil.

"This is Miss Lin's poem?"

"That's natural, the little girl is ugly!" Xia Yuniang was humble in her mouth, and she was happy in her heart.

Everyone was amazed when they heard this, they had such talent at such a young age, which really embarrassed them, the Confucian who was vassally and elegant.

"Where do you say ugly words? At a young age, and for my daughter, I am really impressed by this resignation! ”

"Talent and appearance, Miss Lin is really amazing!"

The praise for Lin Mengping was endless, and Xia Yuniang's eyes narrowed into a line with joy. Whether it is Lin Mengping's Luo skirt, or the elegant Zhu Hai in Lin Mengping's hair, or the elegant and arrogant poem, it is all carefully done by Xia Yuniang. She originally wanted to take this opportunity to spread Lin Mengping's talents, but she didn't want such an opportunity to show it in front of the court celebrities, she was overjoyed!

"You have praised it falsely, the little girl is clumsy, you should not praise it, you should not be-"

Xia Yuniang was modest in her mouth, but the smugness on her face couldn't be hidden. Between words. also glanced at Ling Zhenao and his wife, but was stunned by the expressions of the two of them: What's going on?

I saw Ling Zhenao and his wife looking at each other and smiling, and then looking at Lin Mengping again, there was one more mockery in their eyes.

In fact, it was not only Ling Zhenao and his wife who had sarcasm in their eyes. Even Gu Beichen and Xiang Qianxun in the crowd were disdainful. As for Lin Mengyao, she shook her head and sighed as she looked at Lin Mengping, who was like a goddess......

Everyone's reaction made Xia Yuniang not calm, she looked Lin Mengping up and down with a left and right look, her daughter is perfect, a smile and a smile are rare in the world. How can it become contemptuous when it should attract astonishing eyes?

It's so unconscionable!

Xia Yuniang felt uneasy, but she couldn't find the reason, so she couldn't prescribe the right medicine, so she could only smile and walk over to her baby daughter.

Along the way, all I heard was praise, and in addition, the hot eyes of those young talents were also rare. Lin Mengping smiled implicitly, but her heart had already swelled. Over the years, just by appearance. She was always envious at every feast, but now she deliberately dressed up, and chanted psalms all the way, which gave her more charm.

Pride and complacency, this is Lin Mengping's psychology.

walked through the crowd and walked all the way to the pavilion, and when he staggered with Lin Mengyao, he didn't miss the sneer in Lin Mengping's eyes. Laughing? How could she laugh at herself? Before Lin Mengyao got married, Lin Mengping appeared in front of her. Always the giver on high, but now? How could she see herself like that?

Lin Mengping was annoyed in her heart, but the smile on her face became more and more intense. The subtlety and style of everyone's ladies are vividly expressed.

"Ping'er, come here, I've seen your brother and sister-in-law-" Xia Yuniang called Lin Mengping forward, and couldn't wait to introduce her.

Lin Mengping responded, stepped forward in two steps, and bowed slightly: "I've seen my brother and sister-in-law." A few days ago, my sister-in-law came over. It happened that Mengping went to the temple to pray for blessings, but she missed it. I'm sorry these days, but I don't want to have the honor to meet my uncle and sister-in-law together today......"

Lin Mengping's voice is like the beginning of spring snow, and the yellow warbler is out of the valley, every word makes it refreshing, like a spring breeze. However, it seems that the Ling couple did not appreciate it, they all smiled faintly, and did not even respond to a word.

Embarrassed, Lin Mengping's face froze, and she quickly recovered. But before the smile on the corner of her mouth opened, her eyes turned cold, and the Ling couple actually took a step forward in unison and stopped in front of Lin Mengyao.

"Don't move to the expensive gold, a trace of light and a bush of depth. After the flowers, the head of the department sits, singing alone in the cold fragrance. Shuyun is even more proud of the world, it seems that only I am a bosom friend! The autumn light flies and lives up, and it is relatively good to cherish the yin. ”

Lin Mengyao actually left Lin Mengping's lyrics on the paper, and then looked up at the Ling couple with a smile, but the deep meaning in her eyes was something that others couldn't understand.

"Wonderful, Miss Yao's calligraphy is superb!" Ling Zhenao squinted at the poem, slightly stunned, and then said with a smile: "Only today's poems should be original!" ”

Lin Mengyao didn't answer, and then leaned over to write and continued: "The rogue poet demon invades at dusk, and the sound is self-sinking around the fence stone. Milliduan Yunxiu writes in the frost, and the corners of the mouth are fragrant to the moon. The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, who will solve the autumn heart? After Tao Lingpingzhang, the eternal high wind said to the present. ”

Zhao Yingrong chanted the poem softly, her eyes were full of surprise, and she looked at Ling Zhenao, unable to speak.

The poems written by Lin Mengyao are far higher than those sung by Lin Mengping, the poetry style is elegant and light, but the style is shown everywhere, comparing itself with chrysanthemums, and the predecessors are self-imposed, and the noble style jumps on the paper.

Everyone thought that the shock in the eyes of the Ling couple was due to Lin Mengyao's talent, but only a few people knew the truth-in fact, whether it was sung by Lin Mengping or written by Lin Mengyao, these two poems were not their own - these two poems were Ling Zhenao's chrysanthemum appreciation party in the Jinghuazhong Mansion not long ago.

Because Jinghua is in the north, chrysanthemums bloom earlier; Compared with Fuyang, it is only a few days apart. It is impossible for this Ling Zhenao's poem to reach Fuyang City so quickly - at least, the old man and young master of Fuyang in the garden don't know about it!

Gu Beichen and Xiang Qianxun's gazes at Ling Mengyao and Lin Mengping both have deep meanings: Ling Zhenao's poems, how does Lin Mengping know? How could Lin Mengyao know?

Lin Mengyao knew that it was because of her previous life. In her previous life, she also participated in the chrysanthemum appreciation party in Zhongwangfu, and she liked Ling Zhenao's three poems very much, so she wrote them down. As for Lin Mengping's poem, Xia Yuniang spent a lot of money to buy it from a scholar from Jinghua, in order to forge the illusion of Lin Mengping's talent, but God knows, the author of the poem is in front of them!

Xia Yuniang's mother and daughter, who didn't know that their faces had been lost, were indignant, but to no avail.

"Oh, the Lin family is really a scholarly family, and the daughter taught by them is really extraordinary!"

"That's it, especially this Miss Yao, who is even more skilled!" (To be continued.) )