"I don't know what to do, and I muttered my hand to knock on the east fence. Who is hiding in the lonely standard, and the same flowers are late to bloom? How lonely is the garden dew garden frost, and the Honggui sting disease can be lovesick? If there is no talk in the world, why not talk about it. ”

A group of people gathered around Duan Yinyin's table, and Mrs. Jiang slowly read out the poem she had written, and after reading it, the exclamations came one after another, and they were shocked.

"Sure enough, when I don't see it for a day, I am impressed, Miss Duan is really talented!" Mrs. Jiang praised.

Duan Yinyin's slowly blessed body, although it was a modest tone, there was arrogance: "Madame has an overreputation, but it is just a good teacher taught by Mr. on weekdays." ”

"No matter how well Mr. teaches, if he doesn't have the ability to comprehend, I'm afraid he won't have such talent."

"That is, who here is not a famous teacher, but there are only a few outstanding ones."

Some of the noble ladies blushed when they heard this, but this is the case, they are indeed inferior to others, and they can't argue, but they secretly thought, no wonder Duan Yinyin is dressed so flamboyantly today, and she is willing to show off on purpose.

"Sister Ye Qiu, have you finished writing? I often hear my cousin and cousin praise you in the Hou Mansion, you must be better than mine, right? Just when everyone was still praising her calligraphy and paintings, Duan Yinyin suddenly said to Ye Qiu, attracting the attention of all the ladies and nobles.

She raised the lotus step, led everyone slowly in Zhang Yanjing's disapproving eyes and Ye Qiu's indifferent gaze, and said with some contempt: "Sister Ye Qiu, sister is here to ask for advice." ”

It's not that everyone didn't hear her provocation, but her own family background and talent are here, and she obviously has the capital of pride, and no one will say anything about her.

There was someone who was closer to Ye Qiu than her, and then there was another exclamation: "Good words, good poems, good!" ”

How good is it to say three good words in a row, and arouse everyone's curiosity? Is it better than Duan Yinyin's just now?

Duan Yinyin walked over with an unkind face, and before she could see the poem clearly, her face turned black when she first saw this word, and she had to admit that this word was indeed better than what she wrote.

When she was in the Hou Mansion, she thought that her cousin was just exaggerating, an orphan girl who grew up in the countryside at the age of fourteen, how good could her handwriting be? So she didn't go to verify it, but she didn't expect that her momentary negligence would be slapped in the face.

"That's a good word!" Mrs. Jiang's eyes lit up, she looked at the words on Ye Qiu's table obsessively, she thought that the words of the little uncle were already unique in the world in this dynasty, but she didn't expect that there was a boudoir woman who could compare.

And this word dragon painting style, the end is swaying freely, flowing clouds, this Ye Qiu girl looks soft and weak, it can be seen that people can not be judged by their outside, from its words you can see that this girl's atmosphere is chic, open-minded, must be a very personable woman.

It's no wonder that she used words to describe this Ye Qiu with words to describe men, but she couldn't think of any other words.

"Not only are the words good, but this poem is also extremely beautiful." Jiang Rong, the eldest girl, also said with admiration.

She opened her teeth lightly, and said clearly: "The knot is in the human realm, and there is no noise of cars and horses." How can you ask you? The heart is far away from itself. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see the South Mountain. The mountain weather is good, and the birds are returning. There is a true meaning in this, and I have forgotten to distinguish it. ”

"Just listening to this poem, I feel as if I have seen the scene of retreating to the mountains and forests, and it is really wonderful." A noble lady sighed.

The little county lord also nodded again and again: "Seeing this poem, the prosperity in this capital seems to be worthless and cheesy." ”

"Cousin, how many surprises do you have for us?" Zhang Yan Jingrong was fortunate and looked at her with joy.

However, Ye Qiu slowly shook his head and said: "Everyone is too humble, although I wrote this word, this poem was not written by me, it was borrowed by someone else." ”

"Oh? Who is it? ”

"Mr. Tao Yuanming."

"Who is this? I can't write such a masterpiece, why haven't I heard of it? ”

Ye Qiu explained with a smile: "This Mr. Tao doesn't love the world, he often lives in seclusion in the mountains and forests, walks in the rivers, and I also met him by chance. ”

"This Mr. Tao is really noble."

After listening to Ye Qiu's explanation, Mrs. Jiang nodded even more: "We don't know this Mr. Tao, if you don't say it, everyone only thinks that this poem was written by you, but you gave up your false name and told the truth, which really makes me admire." ”

Ye Qiu glanced at Duan Yinyin lightly and continued to answer: "I just don't want to lie." ”

Duan Yinyin's heart jumped, could it be that Ye Qiu knew something? It's impossible, although her poem is not her own contrived, but the master will never confess to her.

"Don't talk about poetry, just this word is in the top three today, do you have any objections?"

"No, let's select a few more calligraphy and paintings, and send them to Mr. Luzhu to be evaluated."

Duan Yinyin looked hateful, she had been preparing for so long, just to become famous in one fell swoop, and then let the fifth cousin know who was the best, but she didn't expect Ye Qiu to use the master's poetry so cunningly.

Not to mention the female guests, across the water pavilion, the male guests heard bursts of exclamations and itched in their hearts, could it be that there was something amazing on the female guests' side?

Zhang Yan was at ease with the old god, and even a smug look appeared on his face, which made everyone even more curious, could it be really his cousin?

Everyone looked at each other, and then waited anxiously, and after half an hour, Mrs. Jiang's celebrity sent ten pairs of calligraphy and paintings.

The talented people gathered around one after another, but Mr. Green Bamboo was here, and everyone maintained their demeanor and did not crowd and make noise.

"It's a good painting, I didn't expect that there are such good people among women." This talent is not judged by others, it is Zhang Yanjing's doing.

"Out of the hands of Miss Zhang Yanjing, one of the two sisters in the capital, no wonder it is so outstanding."

"And Miss Jiang's poem is also excellent, not only writing the beauty of chrysanthemums blooming, but also alluding to their own nobility, I am a little embarrassed, it seems that I have to read more after I go back."

"To say that the combination of calligraphy and painting is better, the poem not only praises the lonely pride of chrysanthemums, but also an evaluation of yourself!"

When everyone was talking about other calligraphy and paintings, Jiang Yunchi was shocked by the words he gave priority to in his hand, and he couldn't imagine what kind of woman could make such poems and write such words.

"Fifth master, the eldest lady said that the words were written by Miss Ye, but the poem was borrowed from a man named Tao Yuanming." The servant explained softly.

However, even after learning the truth, Jiang Yunchi was still fascinated by this painting, and even wanted to urgently meet Ye Qiu, talk about calligraphy with her, and exchange experiences with her.

He never thought that a boudoir woman's calligraphy could be so chic, is she just as unwilling to be bound by this world as he is?