Cao Ying smiled slightly, didn't say anything more, but secretly made up her mind in her heart. Later, if Zuo Jiaoniang and Zhao Hui make it difficult to speak, she can't stand by and watch

Xu Jinyu was depressed and in no mood to appreciate chrysanthemums. However, you must always put on a pretense before others, so that others will not see anything different. She walked leisurely in the flower room with Cao Ying, stopping from time to time to admire the comments on the pots of chrysanthemums.

At some point, there were two more figures around her.

Isn't it Zuo Jiaoniang and Zhao Hui?

"There are so many chrysanthemums in the flower room today, I don't know which one Miss Xu likes the most?" Zuo Jiaoniang smiled on her face, but there was a faint provocation in her tone: "Later, everyone voted for the flower lottery and selected the most beautiful pot of chrysanthemums." Why don't we take chrysanthemums as the theme, compose a poem each, and then choose the leader, and also add some excitement to today's banquet. ”

Zhao Hui didn't give Xu Jinyu a chance to refuse at all, and immediately echoed with a smile: "Sister Zuo's mention is exactly what I want, so I'll call Sister Ye to say it." With that, he instructed the maid beside him to call Ye Qiuyun over.

Ye Qiuyun walked over, her wonderful eyes flowed, and she had already noticed the resentment and provocation in Zuo Jiaoniang and Zhao Hui's eyes, and her heart was very comfortable, but she pretended not to know on her face: "Sister Zhao specially called me over, I don't know what's going on?" ”

She set up a banquet to invite Xu Jinyu, but she had bad intentions. Now that someone is rushing to deal with Xu Jinyu, it is too late for her to be happy, of course she will not stop it.

Therefore, after Zhao Hui said about composing poems, Ye Qiuyun immediately nodded happily: "This mention is excellent, I will send someone to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone." After thinking about it, he smiled and said: "There are so many of us who write poems, and someone has to judge." It's better to ask the sixth brother and cousin Yuanqing to judge. ”

"Sister Ye is good at mentioning yì." Zuo Jiaoniang took over the conversation with a smile: "That qiē will bother Sister Ye." ”

From top to bottom. Xu Jinyu barely had a chance to interject.

Xu Jinyu looked at them coldly, and secretly snorted in her heart.

The clay figurines also have three points of earthiness! People came to call for battle in a clear way. She didn't have a reason to back down. Isn't it just poetry? Why do they think they can win?

It was only at this moment that Ye Qiuyun pretended to look at Xu Jinyu: "Why hasn't Miss Xu spoken all the time?" Don't you know how to compose poetry? ”

Before she mentioned "punishment", Xu Jinyu shirked her teeth in every possible way, and she was clearly not good at writing poetry.

Obviously, Ye Qiuyun is not the only one who has such thoughts. Zuo Jiaoniang and Zhao Hui also wanted to go together, so they wanted to suppress Xu Jinyu's limelight in poetry.

Xu Jinyu smiled faintly: "I have been reading with my father for a few years since I was a child, and I have no problem reading and literacy, but I am really not good at poetry." However, Miss Zuo and Miss Zhao have such Yaxing, and I can only accompany them cheekily. If the poem is not done well. Don't laugh at me. ”

"How could this be?" Zuo Jiaoniang smiled fakely: "We mention yì as a poem, but it's just fun." It doesn't matter how well the poem is done or how bad it is. ”

They don't need to make fun of them, as long as they overpower Xu Jinyu in poetry, they will naturally be able to get out of their hearts.

"What are you talking about here?" Ji Yu came out of nowhere and asked curiously.

Ye Qiuyun responded with a smile: "We are discussing, and when we have selected today's chrysanthemum leader, we will each make a poem with the theme of chrysanthemum." ”

As soon as Ji Yu heard that she was going to compose a poem, she suddenly felt happy and happy: "Great! My favorite thing is poetry. ”

Xu Jinyu: ""

The bamboo poem that Ji Yu did is still fresh in people's memory, which shows its "literary brilliance".

So. Don't make a fuss about this occasion, okay? It's not good to be embarrassed in front of so many people!

After appreciating the chrysanthemums, all the girls voted for the flower sticks one by one and selected the most beautiful pot of chrysanthemums today.

This pot of chrysanthemums is called Taibai Snow. As the name suggests, the whole is snow-white. The petals stretch out layer by layer, and the flowers are huge. Most of the ordinary chrysanthemums are the size of a bowl, but this pot is so white that the snow is at least twice the size of other chrysanthemums. And the aroma is catchy, no wonder everyone voted for it.

Ye Qiuyun looked at the flower sticks one by one. said with a smile: "I lost a lot of money today." It turned out that the big guys were all selected, and when the banquet was over, they were all selected. Aren't the chrysanthemums in the flower room going to be emptied? ”

These words were humorous, and all the girls laughed heartily.

Zuo Jiaoniang coughed and said with a smile: "Sister Ye, didn't you just say that you wanted to compose a poem?" Let's talk about the rules. ”

In the banquet of the daughters of the boudoir, it is common to compose poems and paint piano fights. When the girls heard that they were going to compose poems, none of them flinched, but looked at them with great interest.

Ye Qiuyun suddenly became the focus of everyone, smiled a little reservedly, glanced at Xu Jinyu intentionally or unintentionally, and then said: "Today is a chrysanthemum feast, and the poem is based on the theme of chrysanthemums. For the sake of fairness, I limited myself to one stick of incense, and after writing the poem, I stepped back and asked Yuanqing's cousin and sixth brother to make a judgment. ”

Ye Ling and Chen Yuanqing didn't expect such a sudden appearance, and they were both a little surprised.

However, both of them have studied for many years and have been famous in the examination, and they will participate in the autumn festival this year. It's not difficult to judge poetry, so they responded together.

Ye Qiuyun's eyes flashed, and he said with a smile: "If you are a poem, you have to choose the first, and you have to have a colorful head." In this way, whoever makes the best poem, I will give her this pot of white snow. ”

As soon as these words came out, all the girls were eager to try, and there was a bit of a sense of giving up on me.

This pot of Taibai snow is a very rare famous product, if it is on the market, the value is at least more than 100 taels. Of course, what the famous ladies care about is not this, but the scenery that dominates.

The time of a stick of incense is not short, and it is not long. No one spoke anymore at the moment, and each of them pondered and thought about it.

Xu Jinyu didn't dare to slack off, and thought about it.

Xu Hanqin is proficient in calligraphy and painting, and he is also very careful in teaching a pair of children. Xu Jinyu began to read and write at the age of five, and at the age of eight, she was able to compose poetry. Compared with Xu Zhenglai, it is only slightly inferior. Although it may not be able to win the championship, it should not be difficult to defeat Zuo Jiaoniang Zhao Hui and others.

Cao Ying quietly came over. whispered in her ear: "Sister Xu, I have thought of a poem." You make a note first"

Xu Jinyu was stunned at first, and then came to his senses. Cao Ying was worried that she would not be able to make wonderful poems and would be humiliated by Zuo Jiaoniang and others. That's why I kindly "caught the knife" for her.

"Sister Cao has a lot of kindness, I understand it." Xu Jinyu's heart warmed, but she interrupted Cao Ying softly: "However, I have already thought about it, Sister Cao doesn't have to worry about me." ”

In the conversation, he exuded confidence in his confidence.

Seeing this, Cao Ying's heart also let go and said no more.

The time for a stick of incense is fast approaching.

The pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were all ready, and the girls stepped forward one by one. Each of them writes a poem. As the host of the banquet, Ye Qiuyun didn't need to compose a poem. However, her desire to suppress Xu Jinyu was too strong and urgent, and she even wrote a poem.

At that moment, someone joked: "Who doesn't know that Sister Ye's poetry is outstanding, since you have started to write, this first will automatically belong to you, and we will not fight." ”

Ye Qiuyun was relieved by this sycophant.

Ye Qiuyun was complacent in her heart, but said with a smile in her mouth: "There are Miss Cao and Miss Xu here." This first where to get my turn. ”

Cao Ying's father was the most famous Confucian of the dynasty, Cao Ying was nurtured since childhood, and was good at poetry, calligraphy and painting, if it is about poetry. The girls present were truly unmatched. When it comes to her, they can't be convinced.

Xu Jinyu is just a bun from Lin'an, and it has been less than a year since he arrived in the capital. Even if they are good-looking, can they compose poems as well as their Beijing ladies?

listened to Ye Qiuyun's words. Naturally, they were not convinced. looked at Xu Jinyu's gaze and didn't get good. Among them, especially Zuo Jiaoniang and Zhao Hui's eyes were the most contemptuous and disdainful.

Cao Ying frowned slightly.

Ye Qiuyun's words just now. seems to praise her and Xu Jinyu, but in fact, it deliberately provokes everyone's resentment towards Xu Jinyu. If Xu Jinyu's poetry is done well, of course, there is no need to be afraid. If Xu Jinyu's poems are mediocre and unremarkable, he will have to be ridiculed today

Chen Yuanqing also saw that something was wrong, and his brows furrowed.

Ye Qiuyun is clearly targeting Xu Jinyu everywhere! The two of them had nothing to do with each other before, where did the grievances come from?

Chen Yuanqing thought for a while, quietly tugged at Ye Ling's sleeve, and whispered in a low voice: "Cousin Ye, when the two of us make judgments later, you have to do me a favor." Cousin Jin's poems, whether they are good or bad, must be rated better. ”

Ye Ling nodded first, and then looked at him with a strange gaze: "You and Miss Xu seem to be very familiar. ”

That's of course. She's my future second sister-in-law!

Chen Yuanqing remembered that he would ask Ye Ling, a stupid boy, to help later, but he finally couldn't bear to say it, and responded perfunctorily: "Cousin Jin is the in-law of the Weining Marquis Mansion, and our Chen family is also a relative, of course I can't bear to see her so embarrassed." ”

Ye Ling had some doubts in his heart, but he didn't get to the bottom of it, and responded very happily.

Under the attention of everyone, Xu Jinyu still looked calm, picked up the pen like a swimming dragon, and quickly wrote the poems.

Ye Qiuyun glanced at it, but unfortunately it was far away, and he couldn't see what Xu Jinyu wrote for a while. However, Ye Qiuyun was not worried at all. She has worked hard in poetry, and this Xu Jinyu can never compare to herself. It's a shame to be disgraced today!

On that side, Zuo Jiaoniang was also exchanging glances with Zhao Hui.

Your poem is ready! Can you win better than Xu Jinyu?

Needless to say! I'll be overshadowed by her later!

"Everyone's poems have been written, and now I have to bother Cousin Yuanqing and Sixth Brother." Ye Qiuyun looked at the young man not far away with a smile: "There are so many of us watching, you two can't deliberately favor anyone." ”

He's just going to be biased today, so what!

Chen Yuanqing snorted lightly in his heart, but he smiled heartily on his face: "Cousin Ye, can't you even believe us?" If we want to be biased, we will only be biased towards you. As he spoke, he quietly twisted Ye Ling.

Ye Ling immediately smiled and agreed, but bared his teeth in his heart. This Chen Yuanqing, he shouldn't have come here today after eating a cannon battle! The hand is too heavy, you don't need to look to know that your arm must be twisted blue.

Two teenagers stepped forward and looked at each other.

Most of the poems of the boudoir girl are soft and beautiful. There are also many ladies who come to the banquet today with the reputation of talented women, so the standard of these poems is not bad. The poems of Zuo Jiaoniang and Zhao Hui belong to the upper middle. However, there is no eye-catching feeling.

When he saw Ye Qiuyun's poems, Chen Yuanqing stopped, read them carefully a few times, and praised with a smile: "Light muscles and weak bones are scattered and secluded, it is really a green skirt with two buns." There is a good name with chrysanthemum, and there is no flower after the frost. Cousin Ye's chrysanthemum poem is quite stylish. ”

In all fairness, it's a masterpiece.

Everyone, whether it was true or false, praised it.

Ye Qiuyun was secretly complacent in his heart, and of course he had to be humble in his mouth: "Don't praise me, everyone." I haven't read Miss Cao and Miss Xu's poems yet! It must be far better than me. ”

This "killing" is too obvious! Xu Jinyu tugged at the corners of her lips, and sarcasm flashed in her eyes.

The next thing I read was Cao Ying's poem.

"I am ashamed of the spring flowers, and I am diligent in cultivating and waiting for the autumn breeze. There is no need to pull the deep and bright, and there are a few bushes on the edge of the fence with the wind. Ye Ling slowly recited the verses and couldn't help but praise: "Good! Good poetry! Miss Cao's chrysanthemum poem is really a rare masterpiece. Even if I changed my cousin Yuanqing and I, we couldn't make such a good poem in such a short period of time. ”

Ye Qiuyun also had to be convinced: "Miss Cao's poetry is outstanding and convincing. ”

Xu Jinyu was also moved, and praised with a smile: "Sister Cao's poems are really well written. ”

In the face of everyone's praise, Cao Ying was very low-key, and said with a smile: "Sister Xu has won the award." Since I was a child, I often watched my father write poems, and I read a lot, so naturally I learned a little. ”

"Ye Gongzi, now there are only Miss Xu's poems left to read." Zuo Jiaoniang couldn't wait to see Xu Jinyu make a fool of herself: "Hurry up and read it to us." ”

Zhao Hui also smiled: "Yes, I've been listening to Sister Ye praise Miss Xu's poems for writing well, and our necks are almost long." ”

Ye Ling answered, and was about to step forward to read the poem, but Chen Yuanqing took the first step, squeezed Ye Ling over with his tall body, and "accidentally" stepped on Ye Ling.

In front of so many young girls, Ye Ling had no face to cry out in pain, but his face was wonderful.

He was sure that Chen Yuanqing deliberately wanted to rectify him today. Shoulders hurt, arms hurt, and now toes hurt even more

After Chen Yuanqing stepped on Ye Ling's kick, he was suddenly refreshed. How can Ye Ling read the poems written by the second sister-in-law in the future, of course, it is appropriate for him to read them.

Chen Yuanqing glanced at it, his eyes lit up, and he read it slowly: "The flowers do not bloom and the flowers are not endless. I'd rather die with incense on the branches, and how could he have blown down in the north wind. (To be continued......)

PS: It's been more than 4,000 lately, and I'm a little embarrassed to bubble up and ask for votes. When I come back from traveling, I will definitely restore the two watches ~ Thank you for the unwavering companionship of book friends ~