A chance encounter with the crown prince Zhao Tuan's "Lingyin Temple", Huo Xiaoyu, who returned to Shangshu Mansion, did not mention it to others. Although he was not competing for the concubine position, Huo Xiaoyu knew very well in his heart that the Chu family took this matter very seriously, otherwise he would not have bothered to hold the Xishan "Poetry and Literature Meeting". I am afraid that once this matter leaks out, it will not only affect the friendship between the two families for many years, but also breed suspicion between her and Chu Zhen'er's Jinlan relationship.

It was a matter that she didn't take very seriously, but after this incident, Huo Xiaoyu gradually began to care, and she cared about how to get out of this concubine competition.

Seeking victory may not be completely certain, but seeking defeat will not be difficult for Huo Xiaoyu. In the second round of "fine selection", he made some small tricks, and sure enough, Huo Xiaoyu was eliminated after the list was released.

At this time, the news of Chu Zhen'er's successful election undoubtedly added a bit of joy to Shangshu Mansion, and the two beauties with charming demeanor, one with the title of the gold list, and the other with the name of Sun Shan, inevitably became an interesting thing for the people to talk about after dinner, and invisibly contributed to the snobbery of the villain.

But every time he encountered this embarrassing situation, Huo Xiaoyu laughed it off; The so-called bitterness knows itself, it doesn't matter what the world thinks of this competition, as long as she achieves her goal.

The East Palace is a vacant seat, dispensable.

The last round of "palace selection" is imminent, and at this time, Huo Xiaoyu is not among the competitors, so the Chu family naturally relaxed their guard against Huo Xiaoyu and focused on the final selection. And if you have the intention to plant flowers and flowers and do not bloom, and you have no intention to plant willows and willows, who would have expected that there would be earth-shaking changes in this short period of time!

One day, Huo Xiaoyu, who had just finished lunch, received the news. The "Qinmei Frost and Snow Picture" stored in Zài "Baibao Zhai" is willing to be bought at a high price. In addition to staying in his room to read and practice painting, Huo Xiaoyu's biggest hobby is to go to this calligraphy and painting market to make friends with some literati with real talents and learning. And this "Plum Frost and Snow Picture" is just a whim of her. At first, it was just a store of zài calligraphy and painting for people to appreciate, hoping to meet one or two bosom friends, but I didn't want to make such a change at this time; In order to prevent his paintings from falling into the hands of people who are greedy for fame and profit, Huo Xiaoyu still decided to go to "Baibao Zhai" in person.

It's just that I'm in a hurry for a while, and I don't want to reunite with old people.

"Look, I guessed correctly, this 'Jin Ziyu' is really Sister Yu."

At this time, the person who commented on Huo Xiaoyu's painting was not only Zhao Zhenyuan. There is also one who is the famous "head of Lin'an talents" Luo Zhiqiu, and the identity of the other is even more noble, he is Zhao Tuan, the prince of the palace who has a relationship in the "Lingyin Temple".

Three noble men gathered at the "Baibao Zhai". Commenting on his own "Qinmei Frost and Snow Picture" with great interest, Huo Xiaoyu was also full of shame.

"Are you going to sell this painting?"

"It's not that we're going to sell, it's him, my second brother."

Raise a slightly childish handsome face. Zhao Zhenyuan emphasized word by word; And Zhao Tuan, who quietly observed Huo Xiaoyu for a long time. A warm smile also appeared on his face.

"I thought the eighth brother was talking nonsense, it turned out that this "Qinmei Frost and Snow Picture" was really from Miss Huo's hand, and it was extremely unexpected."

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didn't care about talking about painting, Huo Xiaoyu's first reaction was to respect the rules of humility; It's just that before he could call out Zhao Tuan's honorific title, he smiled and made a silent gesture, reminding Huo Xiaoyu that he wanted to reveal Zhao Tuan's true identity.

"Jin Ziyu, presumably Miss Huo's pseudonym is taken apart from her boudoir name 'Yu'. I particularly like the artistic conception of this painting, under the bitter cold, the plum blossoms are in full bloom. Indomitable. I wonder if Miss Huo is willing to cut her love? ”

"The father-in-law said that this painting was just made by a little woman for a while, and it was not sold."

Stammered. Huo Xiaoyu hurriedly snatched the "Qinmei Frost and Snow Map" in their hands and carefully put it away. But at this time, a strong hand pressed on the scroll, preventing Huo Xiaoyu from taking the painting.

"Since Miss Huo stored this painting in Zài's calligraphy and painting Zhai, didn't she just want to know about the sound appreciation? Could it be that in the girl's heart, we are too vulgar to be your bosom friends?! ”

Zhao Yuan's words suddenly made Huo Xiaoyu panic, and the picture scroll fell to the ground while waving his hand to explain.

"I don't mean that, I just think that a few sons are too high to look at Xiaoyu."

At this time, Luo Zhiqiu, who had been silent for a long time, bent down and picked up the "Qinmei Frost and Snow Map", brushed off the dust like a treasure, and bowed politely to Huo Xiaoyu.

"I have admired the name of 'Jin Ziyu' for a long time, and I don't want to see that the deity is a talented and beautiful girl today, and I am very happy to know the autumn. In all fairness, Miss Huo's attainments in calligraphy and painting have long surpassed everyone present, so there is no need to be too humble. ”

"Look at my confusion, I forgot to introduce it! Sister Yu, this is my sworn brother Luo Zhiqiu, he is a well-known book addict. ”

As soon as he heard that the gentle and elegant son in front of him was Luo Zhiqiu, a long-renowned talent, Huo Xiaoyu also hurriedly returned the salute.

"It turned out to be the 'head of Lin'an talents' Luo Gongzi, the little woman has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, this is polite."

"Sister Yu, brothers, what's wrong with you? When I saw it, I was 'courteous, please', are you tired?! ”

Seeing that this atmosphere was too polite, Zhao Zhenyuan snatched the "Qinmei Frost and Snow Map" in Luo Zhiqiu's hand and immediately recruited Huo Xiaoyu.

"Both of my brothers take a fancy to Sister Yu's painting, and the bargaining seems tacky. Otherwise, they are all literati and scholars, so it is better for you to give them a problem, and if anyone can solve the painting, they will give it to whomever they want. Sister Yu thinks it's good? ”

"This is not good" Huo Xiaoyu looked at Zhao Tuan and Luo Zhiqiu back and forth, and his heart was even more embarrassed.

"Zhenyuan, this is good. The so-called painting gift is destined for people, Zhiqiu and I both like Miss Huo's painting, and it is inevitable that the harmony will be hurt between the scrambles; It's better to have a fair competition to see who the flowers are. ”

Although it is in the people, the prince is still the prince, and the words are naturally golden rules, and no one can refute them. couldn't hold each other, and Huo Xiaoyu could only reluctantly accept it.

"Since the two sons are so affectionate. Xiao Yu didn't say much anymore."

Pursing the delicate cherry lips, Huo Xiaoyu took the painting back again and unfolded it on the bookcase, and there was no beautiful scenery in the painting without the poetry and text that complemented each other. Huo Xiaoyu suddenly got an inspiration.

"The reason why the little woman in this "Qinmei Frost and Snow Picture" is deposited in Zài 'Baibao Zhai' is that she hopes that someone can write a poem for this painting to meet the occasion, so as to achieve the realm of unity of painting and meaning. Since this is the case, then ask the two sons to write a poem for this painting, who is more suitable for the painting and who gets this painting. I wonder what you think? ”

"I have no objection, what about Zhiqiu?"

"Very good."

The two replied tacitly, and Zhao Zhenyuan, who was smiling, hurriedly called the boss of "Baibaozhai" to prepare pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. And Luo Zhiqiu was even more polite and humble, and let Zhao Tuan go first.

"Second brother, please."

"Then I'll do it."

The clear eyes as water swept over the "Qinmei Frost and Snow Picture", and Zhao Tuan immediately put pen to paper:

The snow pressure and frost are not low.

The jade petal is proud of the snow.

After a long cold tempering,

The wind does not disperse, high and clean.

The strong and powerful handwriting, combined with the proud momentum in the poem, is quite masculine. Huo Xiaoyu nodded with a smile and praised, and turned his gaze to Luo Zhiqiu, who took over Su Hao at this time. I wonder what kind of artistic conception can he depict as a famous talent? It's really fascinating.

Luo Zhiqiu, who had no waves in his eyes, just looked towards the street. turned to a smile, and then wrote with a pen:

Delicate flowers, tender bones, Dan's heart inch by inch lips;

Guarding the lone star, accompanied by the cold moon, the sad wind bursts into mourning.

The wind passes, the snow has no trace, and the bitter roots are boiled by Aomeisers;

Flowers are gone. There are many tears, and the bright moon is looking forward to returning.

With Luo Zhiqiu's hand, Su stopped at all. Huo Xiaoyu's smiling jade face was suddenly stunned, staring intently at Luo Zhiqiu's "poem". The heart is like a reef on the shore, constantly being invaded by this stormy wave.

"Brother Yi, you lost!"

Suddenly, Zhao Zhenyuan, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, exclaimed in surprise, and hurriedly pointed to Luo Zhiqiu's poetry commentary.

"Sister Yu's title is 'Title Poem', what do you see this? Poetry is not like poetry, and words are not like words. ”

Luo Zhiqiu looked back at Huo Xiaoyu, who was in a trance, and the corners of his lips didn't feel a refreshing smile, and responded lightly.

"Well, I lost."

This competition was divided by Luo Zhiqiu's "admit defeat", which did not make Huo Xiaoyu more embarrassed. Although he took the limelight on his face, Zhao Tuan could see that Huo Xiaoyu seemed to be more satisfied with the "poem" written by Luo Zhiqiu, which made Zhao Tuan, who cared about Huo Xiaoyu's feelings at this time, inevitably feel congested.

But after all, it is the palace of the prince praised by benevolence, and his big-bellied and tolerant bearing makes him not fall behind in front of people.

Although Zhiqiu has foul plays, it seems that in terms of poetic conception, it seems that Zhiqiu is more in line with Miss Huo's state of mind. The gentleman has the beauty of an adult, and I think this painting should be Zhiqiu. ”

The left one prevaricated, the right one shirked, and the two humbled back and forth to this "Qinmei Frost and Snow Picture", but they never asked Huo Xiaoyu's opinion, probably worried about making her embarrassed.

In Zhao Zhenyuan's opinion, this way of earning the table is undoubtedly too ridiculous, in order to prevent this courtesy from continuing endlessly, Zhao Zhenyuan stepped forward and rolled up the painting and received it in his arms.

"Okay, since you're so humble, then just give it to me! So as not to put Sister Yu in a dilemma. ”

Glaring at the three people on the field again, Zhao Zhenyuan made up for it mischievously.

"Since everyone has no objections, it is so happily decided! It's better to meet by chance, let's go, let's find a place to sit down and have a good chat. ”

Secretly, he hurriedly woke up Zhao Tuan, signaling him not to be too wooden in front of the girl's house, and Zhao Tuan also invited Huo Xiaoyu along the way.

"What does Miss Huo think?"

"Uh-huh."

The strange throbbing in Huo Xiaoyu's heart had not subsided, and Zhao Zhenyuan, a naughty cub, hugged her and walked towards the street, and from time to time he gave Zhao Tuan a look.

And Luo Zhiqiu, who was walking at the end, looked at this scene, and suddenly lost a lot of confidence in his gloomy face (to be continued......