For the other brothers in the family to write poems on the spot, Yu Zhizhou did not have a gap in his heart, he knew that his talent was indeed inferior to the three of them.

Because of Yang Yuanchen's praise, Yu Jinshu's gaze at Yu Qichen couldn't help but bring a trace of jealousy.

Yu Jiao was not interested in poetry, she only glanced at the Huxin Pavilion roughly, and saw Liu Ziqi and Gu Yun sitting next to Yang Yuanchen, her eyes paused, the identities of these two people are not bad to show up in front of people, how can they join in this fun?

Yu Jiao was about to retract her gaze, Gu Yun happened to look up and look over here, the two looked at each other, Gu Yun grinned at her, and Yu Jiao looked away expressionlessly.

Healed Xiao Ning's hand, she didn't want to have anything to do with this Gu Xiaohou again.

There are more and more painting boats around the Huxin Pavilion, and many of them are young girls, looking at the pavilion with shyness, they should all be looking at the young scholars in this pavilion.

Two more rounds of flying flower orders were taken in the pavilion, and Yu Lingling turned back to Yu Jiao and smiled, "The little brother has actually picked it up, and he hasn't been punished for drinking until now." ”

When Yu Jiao heard this, she smiled and looked at Yu Qiyu's seat, his face was clear, his eyebrows and eyes were handsome, and he was also very eye-catching among the scholars.

Yang Jiyan answered, "Wulang is so good. ”

Yu Jiao was almost rude when she heard her call so close, and looked sideways at Yang Jiyan.

Yang Jiyan was staring at Yu Qiyu in the pavilion with burning eyes, looking shy, and her eyes were full of admiration.

Yu Jiao picked up a piece of dim sum from the low table and put it in her mouth, secretly wondering if this Yang Jiyan should have taken a fancy to Yu Qizhen, right?

Thinking about it carefully, Yu Qiyu's peach blossoms are still quite prosperous, and there is a village flower in Qingyu Village that Arou loves, and in Qingzhou Mansion, there is the favor of the daughter of the prefect's family.

I don't know if the Yang family really threw an olive branch, Yu Qiyu would agree.

Just when she was in a trance, the flying flower order in the pavilion had stopped, and someone gave a carved mahogany box to Yang Yuanchen's table, Yang Yuanchen opened the wooden box and pressed it lightly with his fingers, he stood up and said with a smile, "After the order, it's time to compose a poem, I have prepared some colorful heads, and see which one of you can come out on top." ”

Everyone looked towards the wooden box, and saw that it was a two-color pine flower stone Suduan inkstone, and the place where the inkstone was pressed by Yang Yuanchen was secretly green, and all the scholars were eager to try.

The end inkstone is solid and lubricated, delicate and delicate, the grinding ink is not sluggish, the ink block, and the ink is smooth and smooth.

If the end of the inkstone is good, press the inkstone heart with your hand, the inkstone heart is blue and dark green, and the water vapor does not dry for a long time, so there is a saying of 'grinding with gas'.

The inkstone that Governor Yang took out is a rare good thing.

A small guy came up with a colored ball and a drum, and put the drum behind Yang Yuanchen.

Yang Yuanchen took the colored ball and handed it to the scholar sitting on his right hand, and said, "The order starts from the left hand to ensure fairness, and this poem starts from the right." ”

He arranged it properly, and everyone had nothing to say.

Yang Yuanchen turned his back, picked up the drumstick, and knocked heavily on the drum surface.

With this sound as a command, the drums beat like a torrential rain.

"It's about beating drums and passing flowers to compose poems, but it's interesting."

Yu Jiao heard the sound of a woman from the painting boat next to them, like a yellow warbler coming out of the valley.

She looked at the painting boat opposite, a graceful woman holding a pipa in her arms sat sideways, although she couldn't see her face, but her curling posture was particularly elegant and quiet.

There was a maid sitting beside her, and she said, "The girl may play a song to help the scribes." ”

The woman didn't make a sound, her delicate and agile fingers stroked the strings, her eyebrows were plucked, and the crisp pipa sound sounded on the water.

Many people followed the prestige, and even Yu Lingling and Yang Jiyan, who had been paying attention to the pavilion in the center of the lake, also looked at the mural boat.

Yang Jiyan saw that the woman was wearing a light veil, her eyes showed contempt, and said, "I think it's the singer of the Chu Pavilion of Qinlou." ”

Her voice was not low, it could be heard next door, and the maid in the boat glanced at Yang Jiyan, and saw that she was dressed like an ordinary person, so she withdrew her gaze, as if she didn't want to offend people.

The woman who played the pipa was unaffected, and played the tune intently with her eyebrows lowered.

Yang Jiyan was a little jealous in her heart, this woman stole her limelight for nothing, and at the same time she was secretly annoyed, if she could think of playing music, would she be able to attract Yu Qiyu's attention.

The song ended with the sound of the drums, Yang Yuanchen turned around and said with a smile, "Since the music is harmonious, this poem will be themed on ritual music." ”

The scholar who took the colored ball has already put pen to paper and pondered poetry.

The woman who had collected the strings turned her head to look at Yu Jiao's painting boat while holding the pipa.

is really as Yu Jiao thought, the woman's appearance is elegant and soft, with eyebrows and daisies, like Xiaolu hibiscus.

Appreciating beauty is a very pleasant thing, not only men love beauty, women actually prefer to look at beauty.

Yu Jiao smiled at the woman, "You play the pipa so well." ”

The woman smiled gently, with a kind of Jiangnan woman's grace, she said, "It was Suhe who disturbed the purity of several girls." ”

"Coming to the lake is for fun, and it is also a blessing for us to hear the girl playing music." Yu Jiao squinted her apricot eyes and said with a smile.

The woman bowed her head and bowed to Yu Jiao, revealing her slender snow-white neck, "Let the girl smile." ”

Yang Jiyan couldn't help but be a little depressed, she was a prefect's daughter who wanted to please, Yu Jiao was not cold, she turned a blind eye to her smiling face, and now she is so enthusiastic about a singer who plays music.

She deliberately grabbed Yu Jiao's hand and said, "If you want to listen to the music, I will invite the best musician from the Lingge Workshop to go to my house another day." ”

Yu Jiao pulled out her hand, "No need, we're going home." ”

Yang Jiyan was repeatedly alienated by her, and her face was a little unbearable, and she looked at Huxin Pavilion with a cold face.

Yu Jiao noticed that the painting boat next to her was moving slowly, as if she was about to leave, Yu Jiao turned her head to look, Su He smiled at her, and Yu Jiao also smiled back.

"What are you looking at?" A male voice rang out on the barge.

Yu Jiao turned around and saw Gu Yun standing outside their painting boat, looking at her with lowered eyes.

The drums of the Huxin Pavilion sounded again, and a new round of drumming and passing flowers had begun, and this Gu Yun was not sitting in the pavilion watching the excitement, and he didn't know when he ran outside their painting boat.

Yang Jiyan actually knew Gu Yun, and she knew that this Gu Xiaohou and the son sitting next to her father were both guests who lived in the West Garden with Xiao Ning.

But the two of them had never shown up in the Yang Mansion, so she could only pretend that she had never seen Gu Yun before, and wondered, "Who is this son?" ”

Yu Lingling didn't dare to say Gu Yun's identity, so she didn't make a sound.

"Gu ...... Childe has something? Yu Jiao paused, did not respond to Yang Jiyan, but asked Gu Yun.