Mrs. Luo pursed her lips when she heard this. Although she also agreed with Luo Wenqian's statement a little in her heart, she said unrelentingly: "You are also a man, why are you so unambitious!" ”

Luo Wenqian saw that he couldn't make sense with his mother, so he wanted to get up and say goodbye, "Mother, if you don't have anything else to do, your son will go back first, and the son of the Hundred Flowers Banquet will be saved, and he will prepare well." ”

Mrs. Luo was worried about letting Luo Wenqian mention Luo Xinfang's properties before going to the master's face, and wanted to say a few more words to him, but Luo Wenqian had already guessed what his mother was going to say, so he hurriedly bowed and left the main house.

Mrs. Luo was angry, "This kid! I'm afraid I'm not stupid! ”

Mother Du on the side hurriedly spoke out to explain her, "Madam, the second young master is diligent and hardworking, this is a good thing." ”

Mrs. Luo thought of her son's early wisdom, and a look of pride appeared on her face, "He only reads the books of sages and sages, and I, a mother, have to suffer and take care of those mundane affairs for him." Saying this, he began to secretly think about how to get the industries in Luo Xinfang's hands.

Mother Du has been following Mrs. Luo for so many years, and she knows very well what Mrs. Luo is thinking in her heart, so she hurriedly brought tea to her, "Madam, I have to pick something for the young master." ”

Mrs. Luo then changed her mind and said, "Yes, yes, it's important to pick things for Qian'er first." Then he looked through the books.

In Tinglan Courtyard, Yinping and Yintian had just finished counting the thank-you gifts sent by the Li family, and their tired wrists were sore.

Yintian whispered to Yinping: "There are so many things sent by the Li family, some of which I have never seen, and I have been looking for a long time compared to the gift list." ”

The joy on Yinping's face couldn't be hidden, and he said with a smile: "It's all first-class good things, and the young lady can also take it with her when she enters the palace, so I'm not afraid of more." "The two maids, you say a word to me, and from time to time they cover their mouths with a handkerchief and snicker.

Luo Xinfang was engrossed in practicing painting next to the bookcase, and didn't pay attention to the small movements of the two maids at all. After painting several paintings in a row, she was not very satisfied, either the painting was too good, or the painting was too rough.

Seeming to be a little tired, Luo Xinfang pressed her temples and glanced out the window. Seeing that the sky had darkened, Luo Xinfang put down his pen and asked Yintian to pass the meal.

Luo Xinfang likes to eat meat, and the daily meals in the small kitchen are all delicacies from the mountains and seas. Luo Xinfang was a little annoyed with painting today, looking at the big fish and meat on the table, he naturally had no appetite, and simply used a few chopsticks to ask people to withdraw.

Seeing this, Yinping thought that Luo Xinfang should be tired, so he called hot water, and served Luo Xinfang to bathe and change clothes.

After freshening up, Yinping retreated and guarded outside.

Zhao Zhao Su bright moon, glow candle my bed.

Worry people can't sleep, how long the night is.

Luo Xinfang lay on the couch, looking at the blue tent in a daze.

Somehow, these two lines came to mind.

She still remembers that when she first read these two lines of poetry, she could slander the poet in the stomach. She thought in her heart that most of the people who wrote this kind of poetry were idle and idle during the day and were not tired, so they didn't sleep in the middle of the night and felt sad about the moon.

The moon is still annoying to you!

Now the one who can't sleep has become himself.

Luo Xinfang sighed almost inaudibly.

My life was really decided so easily. She told herself more than once that this is a responsibility, a duty, and the fate of the Luo family.

But the unwillingness in my heart is like a weed on the plain, which can't be burned and removed, sucking sadness and despair, and growing wildly.

Who doesn't have a spring girl?

I still remember her favorite words in the cardamom years.

Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud. The love engraved into the bone marrow, through the romantic words, gently knocks on the girl's heart. It's no wonder that the ancients wrote love too beautifully, which made her yearn for it.

When she was young, she also fantasized about what she would look like when she got married. She knows very well that the love in poetry and songs is just a mirror for her. It's just that the girl has a trace of expectation for the beauty that has never been touched.

I only hope that your heart will be like my heart, and I will live up to my love.

Until one time, her father saw the manuscript of the poem she had copied, and lectured her for a long time with a gloomy face. What to say is that instead of looking at these immoral things, it is better to read more of the Thirteen Classics of Confucianism, and cultivate virtue and etiquette, which is the right way.

was taught a lesson by her father, and Luo Xinfang was unconvinced. Why did the elegance become vulgar when it reached the father? It really puzzled her. But she couldn't disobey her father, so she had to learn etiquette during the day, and secretly lit an oil lamp at night to watch the sea vows.

In the blink of an eye, it was the year of the war.

When the Dayan woman reaches this age, it is time to get married. Thinking about her life's events, Luo Xinfang was shy, but full of expectations. Although she did not expect much from Mrs. Luo, she believed that her father would find a lover for her.

Her courtesy was like a sweet dream. When she woke up, everything she had hoped for was in vain. Time flies, her father doesn't say a word about her family affairs, and Mrs. Luo is naturally happy.

The dream is shattered, and the mind becomes clear. She began to think about things she had never thought about before.

Thinking of the new emperor is the heyday of the Spring and Autumn Period, but the harem is empty. The situation between the DPRK and China is clear, and my father also has his own insistence.

In the spring of the fifteenth year, the peach blossoms were scorching, and Luo Xinfang stood under the peach tree in the yard for a day. As for what she was thinking about at the time, she can't remember it anymore. I only know that since that day, the person riding the horse, the person with the phoenix crown, has never entered her dream again.

Luo Xinfang pressed the thousands of thoughts in her heart, turned over, and forced herself to fall asleep.

For the next few days, Luo Xinfang has been painting flowers and birds. Luo Wenqian also put down his homework for the time being, and Mr. Zhou specially explained to him some of the rules of the poetry conference, such as the host of the poetry conference will come up with the topic, and the sons of the family will compose poems around the topic.

Mr. Zhou guessed that Luo Wenqian was still young, and the mountain chief would probably let him make a pair. This is a feast of flowers, and the topic will most likely be related to "flowers". Fortunately, Luo Wenqian also learned some of the essentials of pairing with Mr. Zhou on weekdays, and he practiced pairing under the guidance of Mr. Zhou in the past few days.

In a snap of a finger, it was the day of the Hundred Flowers Banquet.

Luo Xinfang got up and dressed up.

Yintian brought a bronze mirror and pulled a fallen bun for her. I saw that the eyes of the person in the mirror cut the water, and the eyebrows were like distant mountains, like hibiscus out of the water, elegant and refined. Luo Xinfang looked at the mirror carefully, and took out a white hosta from the makeup and inserted it in her hair, which made her skin whiter than snow.

Yinping picked out a sky blue raccoon brocade skirt for her, and her waist, which was already full of money, looked more slender, which made people can't help but feel pity.

Luo Xinfang's appearance is very similar to her mother Yang, and her beauty is like an indissolvable mist in the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, lingering softly in her heart.

Luo Xinfang has a solemnity like Luo Hong, which fades all the delicateness on her body and adds some dignified nobility.

Yintian looked at the bottom of his eyes and unconsciously showed a touch of amazement, and praised sincerely: "Miss is really beautiful." ”

Luo Xinfang smiled, "Okay, it's time to go, don't miss the hour." He took the piece of Hetian jade he had been wearing and put it on his waist.

Yintian replied: "Yes." Huanhuan helped Luo Xinfang out of the hospital.

When he arrived at the carriage, Luo Wenqian was already waiting.

Seeing Luo Xinfang coming, Luo Wenqian took two steps forward and clasped his fists to salute, and said, "Eldest sister." Luo Xinfang returned the salute, and was just about to get into his carriage, when he suddenly thought of his father's words that he would take care of his second brother.

Luo Xinfang thought for a moment and said to Luo Wenqian: "You don't have to be overly nervous at today's poetry conference, just behave generously and advance and retreat in moderation." ”

Luo Wenqian was stunned for a moment, and when he heard that the eldest sister was mentioning herself, he couldn't help but feel a little happy, "Yes, the second brother understands." There was also a little joy in some childish voices.

It's still a kid after all.

Luo Xinfang smiled at him and got into his carriage.

In the carriage, Yintian couldn't help but whisper to Luo Xinfang, "Miss, the second young master has only come to participate in the poetry conference at such a young age." She didn't dare to say anything else, for fear that Luo Xinfang would teach her a lesson and criticize her master.

Luo Xinfang didn't teach her a lesson this time, "I also think that the second brother is too young to participate in the poetry conference." Isn't my father in a bit of a hurry this time......"

Luo Xinfang thought that his father was very serious in front of his children on weekdays, and he didn't even have a smiling face, which caused the second brother to act at a young age, and he didn't know whether it was good or bad. In a blink of an eye, I thought of myself again, and I couldn't help but sigh in my heart. Probably this is the fate of the children of the Luo family.

After thinking about it, the carriage had already arrived at Qingfeng Academy.

Today's Qingfeng Academy is full of people. The mountain chief of Qingfeng Academy received the order of the Holy Driver to come in person, and led all the masters to personally greet the Holy Driver in front of the main gate. The hour was still early, and the Qingfeng Academy had already arranged the Imperial Forest Army to escort the holy car, adding a touch of tension to the originally elegant poetry conference.

Since this Hundred Flowers Banquet and the Poetry Conference were held at the same time, the sons of the family walked through the main gate of the academy, and the ladies of the family walked through the corner gate.

Luo Xinfang got out of the carriage in front of the corner gate and entered the academy.

As soon as one foot stepped into the threshold, a little scholar who looked very clever ran in front of him, asked Luo Xinfang for a name post, glanced at it and said, "It turned out to be the young lady of Luo Shangshu's family, rude." As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Yintian and said, "Miss Luo, this sister beside you can't go in, this is the new rule of this Hundred Flowers Banquet." ”

Yintian was a little anxious when she heard this, and just as she wanted to say something, Luo Xinfang raised her hand to stop her, "Thank you for telling this little brother." Yintian, go and wait for me in the carriage. ”

In this way, Yin Tian couldn't say anything no matter how anxious she was. She glanced at Luo Xinfang with some concern, and saw that Luo Xinfang was indifferent, so she bowed her head and retreated.

Luo Xinfang smiled at the little scholar and said, "This little brother has led the way." ”

The little scholar hurriedly replied, and he didn't dare to delay for a moment, and pointed out the way to Guanjin Garden for Luo Xinfang.

Along the way, there were all the Royal Forest Army with cold expressions, and the atmosphere of facing a great enemy made Luo Xinfang nervous. She thought of the young Luo Wenqian, but she was afraid that the pomp and circumstance on his side was only bigger than her own, and she was secretly worried.