Xie Ying's eyes suddenly saw Song Jinqin not far away, remembered Ping Ning's words, and said: "Chen Niangzi, I am different from my brother, I grew up in the military camp since I was a child, and my poetry and books are not thorough. ”

Even if her expression was light, Chen Yuming would not lose her manners, and then said: "Xie Niangzi is also a transparent person. ”

Transparent people......

Xie Ying raised her eyebrows slightly, and gradually cooled down, and sure enough, the look of loss in Chen Yuming's eyes was noticed by her.

Just for a moment, she regained her dignity and dignity.

Doesn't transparency mean that she can see clearly? In addition to the Northwest Hou Mansion, he didn't want to attract attention, so he pressed his brother's marriage and didn't make a noise.

And she knew that those ladies who were joking on the riverside were just jokes, and the person in front of her really admired her brother.

"Mrs. Chen is the lady of the Duke of Zhuguo, and she is the niece of Her Royal Highness the Queen, and she is more transparent than me living in a mess."

"What?" Chen Yuming was stunned.

Xie Ying suddenly blessed the gift, "I saw the lady I knew, and I lost my company." ”

Such twists and turns are tiring, Xie Ying is only afraid that if she says a few more words to the lady of the Chen family, she will throw the words that her brother has a marriage contract on the ground.

In fact, after the polo club, although Xie Ying stayed at home, she also heard that the Zhou family was handling her brother's marriage, and before she came back, Najib, Na Zheng, and the invitation period were also fixed, just waiting for the auspicious day in May, and she welcomed the Song family in person.

Walking faster and faster, Xie Ying finally caught up with them: "Song Niangzi! ”

The two little ladies who walked together immediately looked back, Song Jinqin bowed her head, and said softly: "It's rare that the second lady remembers me." ”

Xie Ying smiled lightly: "Of course I remember." ”

And standing beside Song Jinqin is the third lady of the Song family, Song Jinse, who is twelve years old.

"Jin Se, this is the second lady of the Northwest Hou Mansion."

Song Jinse immediately gave a salute, "Sister Xie! ”

This girl is not afraid of life, her eyebrows and eyes are full of joy with a smile, saying that she has come to take Xie Ying's hand, and she will buy it first: "Sister Xie will help me take care of my eldest sister in the future." ”

"Did Erlang teach you, I'll let A-Niang beat him when I go back." Song Jinqin blushed and rebuked softly in shame.

Song Jinse immediately hid behind Xie Ying, "Big sister is so fierce." ”

Suddenly, there was a commotion on the riverside, "Dr. Xie has a question!" ”

"Four Views of Chang'an."

"It's a big and interesting topic!"

The so-called Lanting Collection, the word "Lan" has two meanings. It can refer to the gentleman Rulan, which is the outing of the gentlemen; It also refers to the friendship of Jinlan, which refers to the fellowship of ladies.

Because it gathers in the pavilion by the Qujiang River, it is called "Lanting Collection".

It's just that now there are more ladies and gentlemen in Chang'an City, so they have to change places.

In the square that is divided into two by the screen of the screen, set up an incense candle copper tripod, light an incense, before the incense burns out, everyone can compose a poem. The maid handed over to the side is posted on the screen, and after the embers are applied, they are evaluated by the people, and the leader is introduced, one for each woman.

It's just that the people now are leaning on Xie Min tightly, and even the little ladies are standing in front of the screen and looking.

Xie Ying frowned slightly: "Is my brother really so popular?" ”

"The doctor is brilliant, and naturally the stars hold the moon." Song Jinqin looked at it from afar, and the tenderness at her eyebrows and eyes added a touch of affection.

"Lang Jun is after it, those little ladies...... Sister," Xie Ying said tentatively, "aren't you angry?" ”

"Why be angry?" Song Jinqin hid her face and smiled, "Since he promised my parents, I naturally believe in him." ”

Xie Ying nodded, my brother is a man of his word, and since he has made a promise, he will naturally not make any mistakes.

While she was thinking about it, Song Jinqin proposed: "Let's go too!" ”

Xie Ying was stunned, and hurriedly said, "Sister, I'm not my brother......"

Song Jinqin had already walked forward, but her gentle voice wrapped Xie Ying, driving her forward: "It doesn't matter if it's or not, it's good to be interesting." ”

Everyone saw Xie Ying coming, and the eyes of everyone in the square began to linger between the two brothers and sisters, and the bold Lang Jun asked: "Dr. Xie's sister and sister equestrian I have been fortunate to see, isn't it a sister's poetry book?" ”

"Erniang has followed her father in the northwest since she was a child, and she doesn't like it very much, so you can see outside." Xie Min opened his mouth and protected Xie Ying first.

Chen Wang sat in front of the desk on the side, listening to a few Lang Jun talking about Xie Ying's demeanor in the racecourse that day, and he was already talking about Lang Lang at this moment.

"The red-clothed horse frightened the birds, and the elegant clothes lifted the pen to shock the world."

Xie Ying stepped up the stairs and heard someone praising the two siblings.

"These two scenery in Chang'an, can Dr. Xie recognize them?" After that Lang Jun finished speaking, he laughed out loud again.

"Between the words, it is only the eyes of His Majesty, how can it shake the world; The younger sister is just doting on her parents, and we really don't dare to be it. Xie Min stood up and gestured.

Several Lang Jun sighed lightly, "Dr. Xie is still so humble. ”

"As my brother said, I don't dare to praise everyone else." Xie Min has such a temperament, Xie Ying naturally came to solve the siege at this moment.

Then there was Lang Jun coaxing, "I heard that Xie Erniang makes a spear, good at short weapons, today's elegant collection, the literary fight is boring, and you can also add martial arts." ”

The Northwest Hou Mansion is really inseparable from everyone's eyes, Xie Ying sighed in his heart.

After settling down, she laughed: "There are many ladies today, and the sword is silent, I don't dare." ”

Xie Min also got up, and everyone thought he was going to say something, but they looked at the copper tripod on the side, "Ladies and gentlemen, half of the incense has been burned, but there are only a few songs on this screen." ”

Chen Yuming also immediately instructed people to put the colorful heads prepared today: "More than half of the incense is burned, presumably you will be successful in your hearts, this is the gift of the leader I prepared today." ”

The boy on the side immediately said loudly: "The gift of Langjun's head - the true handiwork of the Hanjiang monk." ”

"The gift of the female monarch - Banjun calligraphy."

Xie Ying frowned slightly, then retreated to Song Jinqin's side, and asked in a low voice, "Sister Song, what are these things?" ”

Song Jinqin glanced at the two things on the case and immediately talked to her: Hanjiang monk, a hermit five or six hundred years ago, is good at ink and wash, and the authentic works are hard to find; Ban Jun, a female poet more than 400 years ago, is most famous for her good handwriting, which has been circulated for many years before the ladies.

"Ban Jun," Xie Ying said as she glanced at the items on the case, and Hongye understood her intentions, "If the lady wants it, she might as well write a poem." ”

"Not impossible." Song Jinqin also understood the desire in her eyes and persuaded her.

Xie Ying shook her head and refused, "My poems can only make everyone laugh." ”

It's nothing if it's written well, if it's not written well, there are always people who have a different path from Daddy, and I don't know what to say about the Northwest Hou Mansion in the words.

"Then you go and see what you can write on the screen." After Song Jinqin finished speaking, he walked to a desk and wrote down his previous thoughts on paper.