After politely greeting everyone for a while, Su Yuening instructed her subordinates to start arranging for a group of talented women to sit down. According to the rules, Su Yuening and Jiang Pingxuan and other nobles with prominent backgrounds sat in the pavilion on the third floor, and some talented women who were quite famous but from average backgrounds were arranged in the flower hall on the second floor, and most of the remaining people could only live in the hall on the first floor. Even if some people are unwilling, they dare not show any dissatisfaction, after all, being invited here already represents a kind of promotion and recognition. Of course, Su Yuening and Jiang Pingxuan would not consider the feelings of these people, in their opinion, this was just a normal arrangement. Today, unless you are unrivalled in talent, you will never be able to get the same resources and treatment as the nobles of the world.

As everyone sat down, the family members of the Prime Minister's Mansion carried hundreds of pen inkstones and fished in. According to the rules of the poetry club in the past, each talented woman had a pen and ink at hand, and when the host of the banquet established the theme, they improvised according to their feelings during the banquet. On each floor, there will be a dozen maids on standby, and every good work will be presented to those nobles in high places. If you can get the blue eyes of nobles, you will be fortunate to be invited to a banquet together. Most of today's invited talents are people who are waiting to be famous, and if they can get into the third floor of the Accord, it will be of great help to their future careers. A son, a prime minister, is in the hands of half of David's rivers and mountains.

The proprietress suddenly couldn't find her, and Zheng Youde was a little happy and a little bitter. He respectfully led the dozen or so nobles to the third floor of the Accord. The nobles felt that this little guy looked like a subordinate, and casually rewarded him with a little silver. Zheng Youde felt the heavy weight of the silver in his pocket, and his joy was beyond words. Everyone is also very happy, it is better to take out half, no, a quarter, and give it to everyone, he happily thought that when he walked to the side of the stairs, he was blocked by eight black-armored men. These eight people have big shoulders and round waists, tiger eyes like bells, and long narrow knives around their waists.

They are all first-class masters sent by the inner court, rough people from military backgrounds, and they feel uncomfortable among all the elegant talents today. One of the big men in his mid-middle shouted to Zheng Youde: "Little Er, find us a seat." ”

Zheng Youde was so frightened that he hurriedly arranged these Yama princes to a corner by the window. It's better to be a reader, Zheng Youde sighed in his heart.

Jiang Pingxuan and Su Yuening sat down on the chairman of the Accord with the other two nobles. Several maids lowered several layers of gauze curtains, forming a natural and elegant barrier in front of the four most noble people. Jiang Pingxuan and Su Yuening sat opposite each other, and the other somewhat cynical son was the son of the current King Wei's brother Mengsang Gong, Jiang Shoushuo; And the girl with a good face is Su Yuening's best friend, the daughter of Xiangqiaobo, the head of the household, Mu Ling'er.

A gust of breeze blew softly along the edge of the window, and Su Yuening slightly stroked the hair attached to her cheeks. She turned her head and looked out the window as if following the footsteps of the breeze leaving. The scenery of Yanyulou here is excellent, the Qinhuai River is like a streamer jade belt entrenched away, the flowers on both sides are red and willow green, and the Qinju Yazhu is in full view. The breeze shuttled between the two banks of Qinhuai, suddenly carrying the green clothes and red sleeves, suddenly touching the clouds and temples with powder, for a while, the willow leaves in the city were full, the peach branches were scorching, the cherry blossoms were like fat, and the pear blossoms were like snow.

A peach blossom pierces through the pane by the wind, fluttering. Su Yuning's fair-skinned and slender index finger slowly picked up, stopping that little bit of rose-colored spring at her fingertips. The veil shook slightly, and Su Yuening said with a light smile: "Brother Wang, Brother Shi, Ling'er, the spring breeze is just right today, why don't we take 'wind' as the theme." ”

All three agreed. Su Yuening glanced at the little maid beside her and ordered, "Yingyan, you go and tell everyone about the topic." ”

Yingyan, who is only seventeen years old this year, is a little maid, but she is also the personal big maid of the lord of Sixia. But anyone who has some eyesight sees her, and they have to respectfully call her Sister Yingyan. Ying Yan walked to the most conspicuous position on each floor, proudly glanced at the pretentious talents and talented women, and announced the theme of today's poetry meeting loudly with her chest straight.

Wind and snow are the things that poets love to recite. With the theme of "wind", thousands of chapters of pen and ink have emerged in the chests of all talents for a while, but the simpler the topic, the more difficult it is to stand out if you want to be unconventional. The talented men and women who were excited at first began to look at each other at this time, and no one wanted to be the one who took the lead. This kind of theme is all too familiar to everyone, and if it is not done well, it will inevitably attract a laugh.

Liu Mingxiang listened to the voices of people outside the door and slipped out of Yunqian's room. After she inquired for a while and knew that Su Yuening was on the third floor, she was about to go up to find out, but she was stopped by a little girl in red at the top of the stairs.

"This girl, you can't go up without permission." The little girl in red smiled brightly, but she wondered how this person could be so ignorant of the rules.

"I'm a guest invited by your county lord, why can't I go up?" Liu Mingxiang wrinkled her little nose.

"May I ask the girl's name?" The little girl in red asked politely.

Liu Mingxiang's eyes rolled, and she said nonsense: "My name is Mu Xiang'er, and I studied under Mr. Yun. ”

The little girl in red tilted her head and thought about it for a long time, but she didn't think about who this old man Yun was, she thought that she was just an unknown little person, and refused with a smile: "If the county lord invites him, he will pass it on below, but I haven't gotten such news." ”

"They are all guests invited by the county lord of your family, why do you have to pass it on when you go upstairs. Little sister, let your sister go up, my sister has something to do! Liu Mingxiang smiled hard, and her tone was kind.

"I'm sorry girl, the slave can't let you go up..."The little girl in red was still smiling, but her heart was even more disdainful.

Liu Mingxiang stuck out her tongue, but she didn't dare to break through, so she had to pester the little girl in red in front of her and play the favor card.

"Little sister, what's your name? It's better to make friends. ”

The little girl in red smiled politely.

"Little sister, your dress really fits, where did you buy it?"

The little girl in red smiled politely.

"Little sister, do you look at my sister's bracelet, do you want to give it to you?"

The little girl in red smiled politely.

……

The little girl in red was very angry, her face was red and fluttering, and she was very cute. Liu Mingxiang couldn't help but reach out and pinch her little face, but was stopped by a crisp voice.

"This girl, is there anything wrong?" Ying Yan looked at the woman in front of her with some indifference, who was dressed ordinarily but didn't know the height of the sky.

"You're in charge here?" Liu Mingxiang leaned over with a smile.

"The slave maid Yingyan is the personal maid of the lord of Sixia."

"The county lord's personal maid, that should be able to take care of some things. Take me up quickly. Liu Mingxiang patted Yingyan's arm affectionately.

Yingyan's eyes seemed to be on fire, and he said unceremoniously: "If you don't get the same interpretation from the prince and the county lord, you are not allowed to go upstairs." If the girl is messing around like this again, Yingyan has no choice but to ask you out. ”

Liu Mingxiang pursed her small mouth and looked at Yingyan beggingly. However, Yingyan was not cloudy, she said disgustedly: "The girl also asked herself to find a place to sit, forgive Yingyan for not accompaniing." ”

Liu Mingxiang was afraid that something would happen, so she had to find a place to sit on the second floor, but she was driven to the first floor because she didn't have her name tag.

In the hall on the first floor, huddled together with a bunch of sour people immersed in their own small world, Liu Mingxiang couldn't help but feel a burst of anger in her heart. I really want to kill them all, and dig out my eyeballs and string them into beads to play. can think of today's purpose, but only to suppress his own resentment. She sat alone in a corner, thinking about the scene of peeling off the eyes of these people in front of her one by one over and over again, and her mood calmed down a little.

All these people in the hall racked their brains, and with a frantic face they were writing on a piece of torn paper with a broken pen, and from time to time they would stop nervously, excitedly shouting for the people around them to see his masterpiece, and after a while they would tear the paper to shreds in frustration. What's so funny about this, Liu Mingxiang is puzzled. She really couldn't bear to be so bored, pulled the sleeve of a cloth boy next to her, and asked mysteriously: "Little brother, little brother, what's so interesting about you writing these things?" ”

The cloth-clothed boy glanced at her like a fool, and said, "Lord Sixia today used the theme of 'wind' to touch the itch in the hearts of the people in the world. In ancient times, there are thousands of people who have been under the wind, but there are only more than 100 excellent works. Taking advantage of this elegant feast, my generation should express the pen and ink in the chest and write a masterpiece. ”

"Oh... What's wrong with the heirloom masterpiece, it can still be turned into a lot of silver. Liu Mingxiang pouted disappreciatively.

"Hmph, the girl is really vulgar. A masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages can not be compared with such a vulgar and smelly thing as silver. Besides, if you can stand out in poetry today, you can be invited to sit at the same table with the lord of Sixia. Such glory and opportunity are not measurable by silver. The cloth cloth genius looked at Liu Mingxiang with disdain.

"What do you say? As long as it is well written, you can go up and eat with the monarch? Liu Mingxiang's eyes lit up.

"Of course, but that must be the best out of the hundreds." Bu Yicai was a little lost.

"That's great!" Liu Mingxiang smiled. Go to Yun Qian, that stinky man, he must have a way. Liu Mingxiang jumped towards the kitchen like a little rabbit.

The cloth-clothed genius shook his head, thinking sympathetically that the girl was afraid that she had lost her mind.

"Yun shallow, Yun shallow!" Liu Mingxiang shook the people in front of her aside, and happily broke into the back kitchen and shouted loudly.

Depend on! This little ancestor really never listened to his own words. I don't know what kind of moth is going to make this again, Yun Qian's hand holding the kitchen knife trembled uncontrollably, and an extremely ugly smile appeared on his stiff face.