These women have always been disgusted with these stinky men, and every time there is a poetry meeting, they will show up and use their own methods to deal a heavy blow to the men present.

The woman in green at the head is the daughter of His Royal Highness King Fu, one of the only four remaining princes, and is also the cousin of Jinshang, and the little granddaughter of the Empress Dowager's favorite, not a princess but better than a princess.

At the same time, she is also a well-known talented woman in Luzhou Mansion, usually has nothing to do, so she gathers a group of people to write poems and songs, but after all, it is her daughter who wants to avoid suspicion, so the people under her are some thirteen or fourteen-year-old girls, plus she is very eye-catching.

"Lord Ruibao." Beipo stepped forward to salute: "There is a loss of welcome." ”

The posture of this county lord is excellent, he smiled gently, and gave a gentle salute: "Thank you Mr. Beipo for the invitation." ”

"Where, where can the county lord come in person, it will shine."

The two exchanged politeness, and he consciously sat down below, leaving the most honorable position to this imperial relative.

"It's over, it's over, Ah Qiao can't keep the second place." Song Beiyun muttered in a low voice: "This girl can do it." ”

Song Beiyun never spoke, although this green woman was holding it, but she was just a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, her skeleton was small but her chest was falling, she looked exquisite, very visually impactful, her long hair was like a waterfall, black and shiny, her little face was also very white, her eyebrows were obviously trimmed, she also wore makeup, and her small lips were powdered.

It's really top-notch......

However, the county lord of Ruibao obviously didn't notice Song Beiyun's obscene eyes, she just flipped through the poems on the table, and after reading around, she didn't find any famous articles that could make her eyes light up, she gently put down the manuscript paper in her hand, and said with disappointment: "Students, that's all for today?" ”

"What does she mean?"

Song Beiyun asked Brother Yusheng next to him, but found that Yusheng's face was flushed, and he didn't dare to raise his eyes, but he raised his head from time to time to glance at the Ruibao County Lord in front of him.

It's all like this, if Song Beiyun can't see it, then he doesn't deserve the name of his old fritters, but now he regrets a little that he has blown the cowhide, but he said that Brother Yusheng will send whoever he likes to put on his bed, but this ......

It's not that he said, the difference between the identities of these two people is a bit big, a county lord and an ordinary Luodi Xiucai, Yusheng's family is just a well-off family, if you pick it in the Zhuang family, it is top-notch, but if you want to take it to the city to see, it is really not enough to see.

What's more, this is still a county lord, and it's fatal.

"Brother Yusheng."

"Huh?" Yusheng was obviously a little flustered, and hurriedly adjusted and turned his head: "What's the matter?" ”

Song Beiyun put a hand on his shoulder: "Can I take back the cowhide I bragged about?" ”

"Huh? Why? ”

Forget it, there's no need to explain, the young lady of this level will be sold as a high-priced subsidiary commodity at that time, and it will definitely not fall into this ordinary people's house anyway, unless King Fu rebels and is robbed of his house, and the man is taken to the army and the woman is dragged to be a prostitute, so it is possible to sneak around and find a way to get home.

Huh? Speaking of which, why are other princes all blessed and healthy, but the little thing at home is Qin Yan and Zhao Chu, what does this naming rule mean?

At this moment, the lord of Ruibao coughed lightly: "I have an idea, I will come to this scene tonight to refer to things as poems, each of you draw an object on the paper, and give a poem next to it to the north slope for judgment." ”

Beipo smiled and waved his hand: "How can I be." ”

"Beipo, you are too humble, who doesn't know that you are the first talent in my Luzhou."

Someone below coaxed: "Your talent is here, you should judge the most suitable." ”

"In that case, I'm disrespectful." Beipo coughed pretentiously: "Since it is the county lord's question, then I will talk about it in detail." ”

He looked down: "Each person is given a piece of paper and a pen for half an hour." Draw an object and write a poem based on what you draw, if you can't finish it, the midsummer meeting will be unacceptable. ”

With that, he raised his hand and ordered someone to present pen and ink, and prepare tea, and then began to toss. The county lord sat on top and watched everyone below like an invigilator.

Song Beiyun didn't want to raise the bar, but he wasn't very interested, but there was still paper and pen in front of him, and he didn't plan to write, but Yusheng was writing and painting very seriously, as if he wanted to behave well in front of the county lord.

Xiao Bao Zheng was pitiful, he didn't get a pen and paper because he was too young, so he came to Song Beiyun angrily, looking at the blank space under his pen, he immediately stretched his brows: "Why don't you put pen to paper?" ”

"What am I doing with my pen? Draw a watermelon? ”

"I'm afraid you can't."

Hey! This little bunny! This is not for the sake of Bao Gong, Song Beiyun can scold him to autism, saying how can a man say no!

"Isn't it just a painting, I'll draw it for you."

Painting this skill, Song Beiyun is a first-class master, the old madman is best at engineering, painting, medicine, and then followed Song Beiyun to toss out the cartography of this era, and the things drawn are definitely something that no one has ever seen.

But as for what to draw? Song Beiyun looked around for a while, some people painted flowers, birds, fish and insects, some people painted beauties and celebrities, some people painted landscapes and gardens, and some people painted melons, fruits and vegetables.

This one is a talent......

Since everyone is so talented, Song Beiyun will draw a map.

He traced it carefully with a pen, and after a while, a silhouette appeared in front of Xiao Bao Zheng, and when he saw this strange painting, Xiao Bao Zheng sneered and laughed: "You chicken, a little sloppy." ”

Song Beiyun didn't speak, but continued to add details to it, and began to divide the lines on it according to the nouns of this era in his memory, and then carefully marked out all the places.

Western Xia, Mongolia, Uighurs, Tibet, Dali, Liao, Jin, Heihan, and Song are all marked on this map one by one, and they are very clear at a glance.

Bao Zheng wanted to laugh at first, but the more he looked at it, the bigger his eyes became, and on this small picture, it seemed to show the appearance of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, the thick line was the mountain, the shallow line was the river, the thin line was the national border, and the intermittent line was the sea area.

As Song Beiyun's brushstrokes wandered around the paper, a relatively complete map of East Asia was soon presented in front of Bao Zheng.

"How? Is my brother okay or not? ”

"Okay...... That's great! Bao Zheng almost lay on the table: "This is much better than the geographical map in the academy." ”

"Hahaha, that's nature."

And the exchange of words between the two of them from beginning to end also made the county lord above see it really, she saw that Song Beiyun with a hippie smiling face didn't seem to have any intention of meditating at all, but was talking and laughing with a child, and she couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, but she couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

Half an hour arrived, the north slope stopped, these talented people stopped writing, some secretly shook their heads, some went to see other people's poems and paintings, some picked up their own works and enjoyed them back and forth, the more they looked, the more satisfied they became.

But Song Beiyun sat there and pointed to the Uighurs and Tubo above to introduce these two places to Xiao Bao Zheng, Xiao Bao Zheng's eyes lit up when he heard it, and his eyes were a little different when he looked at Song Beiyun.

"Present it all." Beipo clapped his palms: "I'm looking forward to your masterpieces." ”

Yusheng looked at his paintings, as well as the poems that were not mentioned, and wanted to crumple the paper into a ball with resentment, but Song Beiyun directly pressed his hand: "Brother Yusheng, don't be impatient." ”

He took the piece of paper and saw a swallow standing on the branch with a painting on it, although it was not a top-notch painter, but it could also be said to be vivid, but the poem next to it was ......

"That's it." Song Beiyun took the piece of paper and thought for a while, and recited it silently while writing: "I am a good person, and I suddenly feel that there is little affection." The guest saw that the spring was sloppy, and he was always divided by poetry. Last year's swallow world, who is the swallow this year? Listen to the night rain in March, and now it is not a flower. ”

After reading it twice, he felt that there was no problem, so Song Beiyun put the thing on Yusheng's side: "Use it on top." ”

Yusheng looked at the words written on it, stunned for a long time, and then tasted it for a long time, only to find that this short word was worrying but worrying everywhere, and when he thought of what Song Beiyun said just now and his gaffe when he looked at the county lord, he immediately understood the taste.

"Kitunome ......"

"Don't be a gentleman now." Song Beiyun whispered: "A saint should also have the beauty of an adult. ”

Between noble character and beautiful flowers, Yusheng hesitated for a while, and then impatiently threw himself into the arms of beautiful flowers.

He handed over the manuscript with a flushed face, but he didn't dare to raise his head, and the shame in his heart almost made him want to die.

As for his unpromising appearance, Song Beiyun was not surprised, but continued to tease Bao Zheng: "What's the matter, do you like this picture or not?" ”

"I like it!"

"Come, good brother, I'll send you."

"Good brother!"

He thought that Bao Zheng would struggle, but he didn't expect him to scream so crisply, this voice directly called Song Beiyun stupid, and the dignified Bao Longtu actually did such a spineless thing?

"Take it, take it." But it doesn't matter, let the future Longtu Pavilion scholar call himself a good brother, this life is worth it, really. Song Beiyun was very happy.

But just as Bao Zhengmei was about to pick up the painting, suddenly a slender jade hand reached out from above and grabbed the map.

Bao Zheng and Song Beiyun looked up together, Bao Zheng secretly said badly, and quietly ran away.

"Little rabbit cub ......" Song Beiyun saw that Bao Zheng was so unrighteous, and scolded hatefully.

And the county lord of Ruibao, who was standing next to him, looked at the map, and then looked at Song Beiyun, with a smile on his face: "You are so bold, you dare to draw a map privately." ”

"Alas, alas, county lord. This is not a private painting, but you asked me to draw it, you sent this paper, you sent this one, you asked me to draw this picture. Song Beiyun scratched his face: "You can't deny it, many people are watching." ”

Seeing such a playful Song Beiyun, the county lord frowned, she would have exploded in the past, but today the talents of the entire Luzhou are there, and she has to be careful to restrain herself.

"Okay, good, good teeth." The county lord gritted his teeth for a while and looked at Song Beiyun: "Since I asked you to draw it, then you can tell me the meaning of this picture." ”

After she finished speaking, she raised the painting in her hand, and almost everyone in the audience saw this rather detailed map of mountains and rivers.

"Okay." Song Beiyun stood up, passed by the county lord, and took down the map: "Then I'll tell you about it today." ”