Sang Qingzhi's eyes fell on Cen Xiyan's face, but he saw that her expression was still light and light, almost unchanged, and he only glanced at his poems casually, then looked away, held the teacup, and took a sip of tea.

He was full of anticipation, and suddenly there was a change, some lost, some unwilling, some doubtful, and some annoyed, in short, complicated and indescribable.

Sang Qingzhi felt that she couldn't see through Cen Xiyan, in the end, did she disdain his poems, or did she not understand poetry appreciation at all?

Sang Qingzhi thought about it and felt that it was very likely to be the second situation, after all, everyone knew that the sixth lady of the Cen family grew up in Beizhuang, Qingyuan Town, which is far away from the capital, since she was a child, and she had no relatives around her to teach her, nor did she go to clan school. Although, he heard Cen Hongmian talk about it, although she didn't grow up in Cen Mansion in the capital, the Cen family also invited her to teach her to read and write, but what kind of literary style can Mr. Xi in the countryside have? I guess I barely taught her to read and write, and there are some basic enlightenment books.

Thinking like this, Sang Qingzhi's depressed mood finally self-regulated and comfortable, but then, there was some disappointment, could it be that the sixth lady of the Cen family is really just a vulgar woman?

Cen Xiyan felt Sang Qingzhi's gaze at her, and couldn't help but raise her head, and looked back with sharp eyes, but when she saw the complicated color in his eyes, she couldn't help but be stunned, and wondered in her heart, why did this man look at her like this? What kind of wind is pumping?

Sang Qingzhi's gaze at Cen Xiyan, his face sank, and he looked away with a straight face.

Cen Xiyan pouted secretly, he really didn't like Sang Qingzhi's rigid and awkward temperament.

After the calm of the crowd, the second game of the second round began.

This time, Cen Xiyan's good use ran out, and the even number in Sang Qingzhi's hand, she guessed the odd number, and finally lost a game.

Although Cen Xiyan didn't care much about whether she won or lost, she could have a drink and get over her addiction to alcohol, so she didn't greet the maid who poured the wine, and directly did it herself, not taking the wine jug with the fruit sweet wine, but picking up the jug with the aged plum wine and pouring herself a full glass.

She moved too fast, and by the time everyone reflected, the wine was already full.

Several people who have seen her amount of alcohol, after being slightly stunned, they can't help but feel funny, this girl is really a good wine!

Sang Qingzhi frowned tightly, he didn't look down on Cen Xiyan like this! How could she admit defeat and punishment without making any effort?! Also, she poured the wrong wine!

Cen Xiyan smelled the strong aroma of wine in the glass, although her face was not obvious, but she was very happy in her heart, she picked up the wine glass, signaled to everyone, and then said calmly: "Let everyone laugh, I am not good at composing poetry, so I can only admit punishment." So saying, he raised his neck and drank the wine from the cup.

"Hey, wait!" At this moment, Jin Muchen suddenly half-got up, stretched out his hand, blocked the void on Cen Xiyan's cup, and laughed, "Miss Cen Liu, don't spoil everyone's fun!" ”

Cen Xiyan raised her eyebrows and looked at Jin Muchen, how could she upset everyone's interest?

Jin Muchen continued with a smile: "Miss Cen Liu's amount of alcohol, we have seen it, so we don't need to show it, right?" Besides, you are a girl's family, drink such strong wine, and if you say it, others will say that we are bullying. ”

When Sang Qingzhi heard this, her brows furrowed even deeper, this girl didn't pour the wrong wine, but the things in the cup?? Does she still have a little bit of self-consciousness of her daughter's family??!!

And Cen Xiyan listened to Jin Muchen's words, and raised his eyebrows even higher, what do you mean? first pointed out the amount of alcohol she had, and said that letting her drink spirits was bullying her, which is very contradictory!

"What does the prince of Nalu mean? Did I change the liqueur? Cen Xiyan was a little unwilling.

Jin Muchen smiled slightly, and said: "Miss Cen Liu, since you participated in the game, you should be more serious, now you are the first loser, you don't make any effort like this, and directly admit punishment, let us think that you are a little perfunctory, isn't it just to ruin everyone's fun?" ”

When Cen Xiyan heard this, he was a little dissatisfied with Jin Muchen, why did he have so many things! But he was also a little helpless, so he couldn't hold the wine glass again, so he put the glass back on the table.

Jin Muchen also sat back in his chair and looked at Cen Xiyan with a smile.

Everyone else also looked at Cen Xiyan.

"But I'm really not good at writing poetry." Cen Xiyan confessed.

Cen Xiyan said the truth, composing poetry or something, it's really not something that modern people are good at, even if she has traveled to this time and space for ten years, she has never specialized in this kind of knowledge.

Although there are a lot of famous poems in her head, they are not her own, if she really plagiarizes, even if others don't know, she will blush herself.

At this time, Cen Xifen suddenly opened her mouth, "Sixth sister, although you grew up in the countryside, you are also a young lady in Cen Mansion, I heard that you are in the countryside, and the uncle also asked Mr. to teach you to read and write, don't you even know a little poetry?" The word "country" was bitten very hard by her.

Cen Xifen just made a fool of himself, and he had been sitting silently, trying to reduce his sense of existence, but at this moment, he raised his chin and returned to his true colors as a brutal daughter.

Moreover, in her bright eyes, there was a gloating look that could not be concealed, because she was still young and could not control her emotions well.

Her appearance immediately made many people present frown.

Cen Xifen is not a fool, seeing everyone's expressions, he knew that he had gone too far, so he quickly restrained the expression on his face slightly, glanced at Cen Xiyan, and said, "Sixth sister can't compose poetry, she will always be able to paint, right?" Don't push back, lose the face of the Cen family! ”

When Cen Xiqin heard this, he immediately exploded, slapped the table, and said, "The Cen family's face has been lost by you, is it the turn of others to lose it?" ”

"You!" Cen Xifen's face was so angry that her face was red, there were tears swirling in her eyes, and she said angrily and aggrievedly: "Cen Xiqin! Why do you always target me! ”

Cen Xiqin pursed his lips, "cut", and said, "You asked for it!" ”

"Okay, let's say a few words." Cen Xihan opened his mouth at the right time, and said: "My sisters, some small quarrels are naturally nothing, but you should also pay attention, there are still guests." ”

At this time, Cen Hongyi also showed the majesty of being a brother and said: "If there are no rules and no evidence, don't come out and be embarrassed in the future!" ”

Cen Hongyi is the eldest son, the son of the loyal and brave marquis, the future head of the Cen family, his status in the family is extremely high, and he is also quite majestic, but he rarely speaks to the sisters in the family.