"It's better to be like this, we will keep the poems made by the poetry meeting this time, and when we return to Beijing, we will send them to Chengfu and ask the old lady Cheng to show us, what do you think?" Wu Chengxu thought of this method and it sounded good, Old Man Cheng is a great Confucian, and his opinions are naturally the fairest and prestigious, and there is no controversy.

"This ...... This is naturally good, but will Old Man Cheng agree to give us a poem? Yu Xiao was also a little moved, but he was very realistic, what kind of identity did Old Man Cheng have, even if they were all children of high-ranking families, they could not be compared with Old Man Cheng.

"It's man-made, Old Man Cheng has always loved his juniors, and he is also very keen on these things, it's still possible to give a pointer, don't you say, Qingyuan?"

"Don't worry, although my grandfather is no longer in Qingyun Academy, he likes these studious juniors very much, and when the time comes, you just take the poem to Chengfu to find him." Cheng Qingyuan did not hide it, and Wu Chengxu said the facts.

"Since this is the case, then it is good, we will send the poems we have composed to Chengfu, so as to become the old man's knowledge, I believe, everyone will be satisfied." Yu Xiao also felt that this was the best solution, but in fact, he was not ready, and now that he had a good solution, he was naturally very willing.

Yu Xiao has a "good" word, and he has completely decided that he is still the old man of Chengfu, he can be regarded as the most learned Confucian in Jin State, and there is no one.

Since you want to compose a poem, and it is also a chrysanthemum poetry club, it is naturally indispensable to chrysanthemums, and the chrysanthemums that are charming and half-concealed come into view.

"We set a rule, the time of a pillar of incense, we have to make poems within a pillar of incense, if it is a person who can't make a pillar of incense, it is naturally the last name, what do you think?" July made a suggestion to set a time limit.

"Good"

"I'm also worried that some people won't be able to write poetry all day, so wouldn't we be wasting our time here, but with the rules, there won't be such a problem."

"That's right!"

Everyone did not object, Yu Xiao immediately ordered the maid to light a piece of incense, and this poetry meeting began, except for July, the July send-off was solemn, and even looked at the chrysanthemums in front of them were fascinated, but July was very relaxed and leisurely.

"July, what should I do, I don't know at all!" Seeing that the people around her were quietly admiring the chrysanthemums, Leng Yanran looked at July anxiously, she really didn't know anything, but she had to participate in this poetry meeting, who made her swallow that breath, she had to do it.

Leng Yanran already had an idea in her heart, and silently decided that she was inexplicable, she just asked God to bless her, and that name would not be the person she hated, so that even if she was that person's little follower, she would not feel uncomfortable.

"You don't have to worry, just enjoy the chrysanthemums, everything has me!" July turned her head sideways and whispered comfort in Yu Xiao's ear, so that Leng Yanran didn't have to worry, the person she wanted to calculate was Yu Xiao or Wu Chengxu, so naturally Leng Yanran would not be involved.

Leng Yanran's face changed slightly, but she carefully looked at the people around her, and found that no one noticed the movements between her and July, and her heart was a little calmer, she believed in July, since July explained herself like this, then she would definitely be able to help her, maybe, this time she could convince Yu Xiao's bastard boy, she decided to hug July's thigh.

"That's good...... That's good, with your words, I will be relieved, otherwise, I will definitely be the last name, what is it better than anything! Leng Yanran also spoke cautiously and softly, she finally hugged her thighs, where was she willing to be discovered.

"Go to the side, I'll look for you when the time comes!" July just wants to be alone and quiet. Besides, if Leng Yanran was by his side, he would only attract the attention of Yu Xiao and Wu Chengxu, and at that time, even if he wanted to help Leng Yanran, he would not have a chance.

Leng Yanran was slightly stunned, but quickly reacted and said, "Okay, okay, I'll go to the other side and take a look myself, and when the time comes, it's good if you call me directly." ”

What did July say, Leng Yanran didn't refute, she now put the whole year on July's body, looking at Qiao Yu who was indifferent on the side, Leng Yanran felt a burst of envy in her heart, it would be good if she could do this, just blame that Yu Xiao was too unsentimental.

As soon as Leng Yanran left, Wu Chengxu and Yu Xiao's eyes stopped focusing on July and Leng Yanran, and they all focused on the chrysanthemum in front of them and pondered.

July doesn't like chrysanthemums very much, among the four gentlemen, July's favorite is Ling Han's plum blossoms that bloom alone, especially red plums and green plums, among which the green plum is the most prosperous, and there is bamboo, but this Jin country is bitter cold, and Xiuzhu is not common.

The chrysanthemums in a variety of shapes are delicate, it can be seen that the people of Fengluzhuang serve them very well, basically all of them are treasures, compared to the rouge snow in their own house, there is more, July is very fond of these charming chrysanthemums.

There are countless poems of celebrities singing chrysanthemums in her mind, she has been here for so long, and she naturally knows that this is not the ancient world in her memory, it is estimated that it is a parallel world, and those poets she is familiar with have not appeared in the long history of this world.

Although July likes that sentence of cupola incense through Chang'an, the city is full of golden armor, but she doesn't want to be out of the limelight, the poem is character, she doesn't want to be thought that she has a big idea in her heart, and finally chose a poem that seems to only write chrysanthemums.

Thinking about Leng Yanran's matter again, I secretly made a decision in my heart, according to Leng Yanran's writing, such a poem will not be suspected, and the person who commented on the poem is an old man who has a family, and July is not afraid that this poem will be buried, thinking that it is the last name.

A pillar of incense was about to burn out, and many people began to panic, but July's eyes were still as cold and calm as ever, and she had nothing to worry about.

And Leng Yanran is different, seeing that the people around her are slowly smiling, but July hasn't given herself any reminder, she is gradually more panicked, and she doesn't even hold out hope, feeling that the last name belongs to her.

Just when Leng Yanran was disappointed, I don't know who passed by her, she felt that there was one more thing in her sleeve pocket, and when she touched it lightly, she felt it, it was a thin cloth, and when she looked at Qiyue, she saw Qiyue's shallow smile, and Leng Yanran understood everything.

"Okay, okay, a pillar of incense has been burned, and the person who has made the poem will hand it over quickly, finish it early and disperse early, my son will go back to Handu, and I don't have time to spend it with you here." Qiao pre-drank tea, hummed a little tune, and watched some people procrastinate slowly, he wouldn't give anyone face, even if it had nothing to do with him, but he still couldn't get used to it!

The rest of the people, who were ridiculed by Qiao Pre like this, no longer hesitated, and directly wrote down the poems they had been thinking about for a long time.

When the incense was about to burn out, July picked up the pen and wrote the poem in his mind, and then sat down and drank tea leisurely like Qiao Pre, without taking the sound of the surrounding squirrels to her heart, even Qiao Pre's mockery did not attract her attention.

"Yo, Leng Yanran still dares to write on paper, the one, two, and three flowers last time haven't learned their lessons? Isn't this a waste of such precious paper? Yu Xiao felt bad in his heart, and he also understood that his poems were not ranked, but seeing Leng Yanran writing on the paper, Yu Xiao couldn't help laughing, and even wanted to grab what was written on the paper in Leng Yanran's hand.

Leng Yanran looked at Yu Xiao coldly, couldn't help but bite her broken teeth, and thought, this Yu Xiao is really enough, she dares to say anything, although when she saw the cloth book in July, she also had no bottom in her heart, isn't this the same as her own one, two, three? But she still chose to believe in July, and wrote the poem according to July's instructions, in fact, even if she didn't write it, she wouldn't know anything, and she wouldn't gamble, in case the old man liked such a poem, not to mention, how could July deceive herself.

"Yu Xiao, don't you can't spit out ivory in your mouth, the poems written by the county lord, the county lord thinks that good is the best, where is your turn to judge, not to mention, the person who commented on the poem is Cheng Lao, you are not ashamed of your words, what's the matter?" Leng Yanran glared at Yu Xiao viciously, wishing that a trace of fire would appear in her eyes and extinguish Yu Xiao's ashes.

Leng Yanran will not let Yu Xiao talk nonsense, on weekdays, Yu Xiao talks in private, she doesn't pursue it much, but in today's public, Yu Xiao didn't leave her half face, so she can't blame her for not respecting the old and loving the young.

"I, how can you talk, this is your cousin!" Seeing Leng Yanran wanting to jump up and beat herself, Yu Xiao was also angry, this little girl, it's not like this on weekdays, why can't she help teasing it today, sooner or later he will have to settle accounts with her.

Leng Yanran and Yu Xiao are cousins, although Prince Yue is much older than Jing and the eldest princess, but it can't stand that Leng Yanran is the old daughter of Prince Yue, and Yu Xiao is the eldest son of Jing and the eldest princess, this time, Yu Xiao is naturally older than Leng Yanran.

"Okay, Yu Xiao, what are you making trouble, didn't I say it countless times, hurry up and get things done for me, I still have to go back to Beijing, July, when will you leave, this son doesn't want to stay here, it's smoky, it's better to go back to Beijing!" Qiao Yu looked at the farce between Leng Yanran and Yu Xiao coldly, and he couldn't bear it anymore before he stopped their conflict.

When Qiao asked this in July, everyone's eyes were focused on her, just waiting for her to make a decision, and they were all looking forward to it.

"In that case, let's go back to Beijing, this princess is just out to relax, there are still many things to deal with in Qingyue Tai, but I can't play in such a fairyland-like place for the time being, it's a pity."

The voice of July went to the valley and the sky, and the ethereal spirit flowed like a clear spring, and those who heard the sound couldn't help but stop it, and they couldn't bear to stop it.

"In July, do you really want to go back to Beijing? Didn't you say two more days? Although I don't go hunting in the West Mountain, there are still a lot of places to play near this Fengluzhuang! After Yu Xiao reacted, he forcibly suppressed the reluctance in his heart and asked.

Although Yu Xiao also wanted to return to Beijing as soon as possible, he was not in such a hurry, in the plan, he would go to the Ethereal Valley tomorrow, he felt that July would definitely fall in love with that place, but he couldn't keep it if July was leaving so soon.

"Naturally, not only is there something wrong with Qingyuetai, but another thing, I think, Yu Xiao should be very clear, so why ask me?" July looked at Yu Xiao with a peach smile, she knew that if she said this, Yu Xiao would definitely understand why she left.