When Shen, everyone was drunk and drunk, and suddenly, a sound as crisp as a silver bell sounded, Xiang Mei stood outside the compartment, and said in a crisp and loud voice:

"Ladies and gentlemen, first of all, welcome you to come to the banquet of chrysanthemums on such an important day, drunk ten miles can have today's grand scene depends on your care these days, our host said, today in addition to the chrysanthemum, but also prepared a program to help the ---- of chrysanthemum poetry, the first three drunk ten miles are willing to present the latest full set of chrysanthemum incense to do the color head, you can participate by yourself, an hour later, I will send someone to collect, handed over to the third floor of the North City of our old ladies and young ladies to assess."

After that, the compartments became even more jubilant, regardless of whether they were interested in a full set of chrysanthemum fragrances, let's just say that with such an elegant atmosphere, who doesn't want to leave a little fragrant ink.

"Huh? Changfeng, don't just cover your head and drink, come and learn two sentences together, no matter what the poem is, your words are already on top! ”

The second son of the Kochi Prefecture family watched Su Changfeng fall into the chair alone, walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

Su Changfeng replied lazily: "Tall and talented, don't worry about me, let me take two sips first, I haven't drunk such a pure golden Qiao for a long time!" ”

"Yu Bin, don't worry about him, just now several ladies from the family came to see him, the one who was shy, like the lotus flowers in the pond. He's fine, he's drinking there, he doesn't even lift his head, he's just a drunkard! Ay! Pity those wonderful beauties, spring heart paid the wrong person..."

The one who spoke was the youngest son of the Chen family, a silk merchant in Beishi.

"Oops~ Brother Baixi, you are sour, you can brew several jars of vinegar!"

"Go, go, sour, sour! Writing poetry! ”

Everyone laughed and joked for a while, and then they became elegant again.

An hour later, Xiangmei entered a side room on the third floor with a stack of poems on a tray, and said respectfully:

"Back to the ladies, the chrysanthemum poems made by the young masters and ladies in the courtyard are all here, and please evaluate all kinds of ladies!"

The ladies looked at each other and smiled, and the old lady of the Gao family instructed Xiangmei:

"Go and invite your owner to come too, since this lottery is drunk for ten miles, this owner naturally has to be assessed, how can you hide by yourself?"

When Xiang Mei heard this, she obediently went to invite Mo Yanxi.

Within a quarter of an hour, Mo Yanxi went upstairs and assessed with the ladies.

"Here, look at this."

Mrs. Gao handed a piece of rice paper to everyone seated.

"There are peaches in spring and peonies in summer,

There is no pity for the flowers in autumn and autumn;

The beauty of the branch topaz shakes,

Dominate the best of all kinds. ”

The old lady of the Su family looked at it, and then said to the lady of the Duan family on the side: "That girl Xiling is going to merge quickly, it's rare, she is so talented, she is really talented and beautiful, and she will definitely be extraordinary in the future." ”

The ladies around were all praised, and Mrs. Duan's heart was overjoyed, with a bit of pride on her eyebrows, and she smiled for a while before saying a few polite words euphemistically.

"Look at this!"

Mrs. Chen handed over another piece of rice paper.

"Hidden restaurant in Nanshi Lane,

In the middle of the night, the moon is sorrowful;

The spring breeze blows through the drunken ten miles,

The chrysanthemum in the courtyard is all the Qingqing. ”

"This song is good, Yu Bin should be the same as his father, and he will be a great one in the future."

Everyone laughed again, and then continued to look at it, and picked some good ones.

"The dead wood is full of new branches in spring,

A hundred years of wind and dust and ten thousand years of green;

If you want to crown the world,

In front of the gate, the topaz is in the city. ”

"This poem is good, winter goes to spring, ten thousand green branches, do not compete for the evergreen color of spring wood, a hundred flowers compete for beauty, I am idle, do not rob the world of the name of the world, only my life is by me, I am absolutely beautiful! This is very much in line with Changfeng's style. ”

Everyone was amazed again, although Mrs. Su was happy, but it was not easy to show it, she only slightly echoed the conversation on her face, but she was thinking in her heart

: This stinky boy is quite reliable this time, and he didn't let her lose this old face.

Everyone was in high spirits, and when they were staggered, the old lady Gao smiled at Mo Yanxi and said:

"Now, we have roughly selected some of this person's poems, and the rest of the selection is up to you, the owner."

Mo Yan was frightened, and then joked with a smile:

"In front of all the great Confucians, Yan Xi is not an axe in the class, how can he really show off one or two, isn't he being laughed at by everyone."

Everyone laughed, and Mrs. Su pushed it when she saw the situation:

"Mo girl, don't be modest, we're just here to have fun, this young man's matter is not for young people to solve by themselves, you are frank and open-minded, and you don't have to worry about it, we old women will definitely not say a word. You can rest assured! ”

Mo Yanxi saw that he couldn't get rid of it, so he generously agreed.

Since you have raised Yan Xi, Yan Xi will have the courage to say two sentences, these poems have very different styles and have their own merits. This first-class thing, naturally belongs to Su Changfeng, the second son of the Su family, this poem is already free and easy, free and easy, and has a little more romantic and elegant rhyme that belongs to the second son of Su, and then this word, sharp as a sword, vast and boundless, such as a galloping horse and a turbulent river, very magnificent, when the name of the first class. ”

Everyone nodded in agreement, Lan Zeyun stepped forward and picked up another piece of rice paper from the tray and looked at it, then continued:

"This second-class class, I think it should belong to Duan Xiling, a girl from the Duan family, Miss Duan is quick-witted, erudite and talented, and does not lose to men, this poem is also a representative of the women's boudoir poetry school, and the words are also written fresh and refined."

Everyone nodded slightly in agreement.

Mo Yanxi immediately left the vicinity of the tray, sat in his place and poured himself a glass of wine.

"Mo girl, what about the third class?"

Everyone looked at Mo Yanxi, waiting for her response.

Mo Yanxi smiled lightly:

"The chrysanthemums in the remaining poems, or arrogant and independent, or peerless, or charming and colorful, are all coquettish, how do people who love flowers come from high and low, and they are unhappy when they pick up any flowers, if they are evenly divided, they can be regarded as sympathetic."

Mo Yan was silent, and it took a while for everyone to come alive again, and everyone cast approving glances.

Everyone here is a well-known figure in Linyuan City, no matter which family Mo Yanxi loses face, it will definitely not be easy, this move can be regarded as the best strategy to resolve the contradiction!

After pushing the cups and changing the glasses with the ladies, and drinking and having fun for half an hour, Mo Yanxi took advantage of the fact that he was unable to drink and went out of the side room.

After walking for a while, looking around except for Xiangmei and others, he took a long breath and said slowly to Xiangmei:

"I finally escaped, these old elves, digging a pit in a different way for me to jump."

Xiangmei chuckled and was about to reply, when a low laugh came from the side.

The two turned around, it was actually Han Jiuye?

The Han Jiuye in their mouths, that is, Yuan Huaisheng, shook the jade fan in his hand lightly, looked at the person in front of him playfully, and said:

"I used to say that you were a little clever, but now it seems that you are still sharp-tongued, huh?"

Mo Yanxi was in a trance, why did this person appear in Drunken Shili, and he was eavesdropping on the corner?!! But he quickly stabilized his thoughts and respectfully saluted the visitor.

"The world thinks I can do whatever I want, but I didn't expect that the ninth master also has a habit of being a gentleman on the beam, which is really unexpected."

Huai Sheng walked forward without replying, and did not stop until he was half a step away from Mo Yanxi, and deliberately leaned towards Mo Yanxi, and whispered:

"I still have a lot of habits, do you want to see it?"

Somehow, Mo Yanxi only felt that the sandalwood emanating from the person's body was a little dizzy, so he took two steps back without hesitation, and then replied.

"Where did the Ninth Master say, you and I are not relatives, your habits should be seen by those who should be informed."

Huaisheng looked at Mo Yanxi's actions, didn't say much, only took another step forward, stood side by side with Mo Yanxi, and then turned his head to Mo Yanxi's ear and said:

"I'll talk about this matter in the future, do you really think Su Changfeng's poems are well written? The words are also good-looking? ”

Mo Yanxi was a little puzzled, but he didn't want to guess too much, so he followed his heart seriously and said:

"Naturally, although I haven't seen this second son of Su, I heard that he is a free and happy person, and the poems written today reveal a romantic and elegant rhyme that transcends the world, and this word is even more superior, and the old ladies in the wing room are all breathtaking, I don't think I have to say anything more."

Half paid, there was no movement next to him, and Mo Yanxi didn't dare to make any moves, just froze in place, staring at the floor fixedly.

It took a while for the person next to him to reply.

"Indeed, I think you're right."

After saying that, Yuan Huaisheng went straight down the stairs, and it should be the way home.

Mo Yanxi came to his senses, feeling a little inexplicable, but he didn't take it to heart, and Xiangmei and Xiangmei went straight to the backyard to find Zhang Xiuer and Nan Ke to drink tea and eat snacks.

It is said that Huaisheng walked out of the gate of drunken ten miles, and jumped into an extremely luxurious and exquisite carriage. The fat and sturdy steed marched steadily.

Huaisheng leaned on the soft embroidered pillow, elbowed his head in one hand, and looked at an ancient poem in the other, but it didn't take long to throw it aside, and his slender white fingers gently pinched his brow.

After a while, he asked:

"Muruichi, do you think Changfeng's words look good?"

Muraichi was driving the carriage outside, and when he heard the master in the carriage speak, the focus was actually to ask such a worthless question, and he couldn't help but be stunned, but he quickly came back to his senses and replied:

"Master, Young Master Changfeng's words are naturally one of the best, and Muraichi often hears others say that Young Master Changfeng's words are in a class of their own, just as free and easy as his people, which is fascinating."

Three quarters of an hour passed, and the village did not hear a response from his master. There was only a shudder.

The carriage passed through Manfeng Lane and stopped at the Han house in Yanyu Lane, Yuan Huaisheng got out of the carriage and did not walk in in a hurry, but turned his head to the village:

"I also think it's good to win, Changfeng hasn't been very peaceful these days, you take a few more classics of the army and send them over, let him copy them, remember to take the thicker ones."

“………………”

Muraichi is sluggish, what kind of operation is this?? It's incomprehensible, but I obediently agreed.

On the second day, in the courtyard of Su Changfeng in Su Zhai, there was a miserable wail...