Chapter 7 Saint with the Father

Zhuo Ruoning is good at mathematics, physics and chemistry, and he doesn't know anything about poetry, so he can't: "I won't." ”

The county lord of Jiangdu and Xi Rong looked at her with strange eyes, and Xi Rong said, "You can't compose poetry, what are you teasing us?" Zhuo Fu Shuangshu's reputation came for nothing? You are not in Nanjing, but we have all seen the poems, texts and paintings that can be sent back. ”

Zhuo Ruoning looked confused, thinking that my predecessor was still a talented girl, and she asked curiously: "Shuangshu? Who else is there? ”

Xi Rong said: "Isn't it your fourth sister Zhuo Ruozhen?"

said with a meaningful smile: "I heard that you like to compare with her in everything, but she has always been steady against you." ”

Zhuo Ruoning didn't expect that her predecessor was crooked, and her competitiveness was quite strong, but it was a pity that she was a nest.

She smiled awkwardly, "I forgot." ”

"It's rare for the county lord to be interested today, so you have to make a song." Xi Rong did not relent.

The palace maid took the color head, and there was a white jade inlaid red coral bead double knot Ruyi flower hairpin in the tray.

This hairpin with rice beads, coral rice beads strung into a ruyi shape, the head of the ruyi handle is a rice bead inlaid with garnet, the middle of the handle is a double knot of white jade flower spikes, the flower spikes are decorated with coral beads, the process is complex, beautiful, even if Zhuo Ruoning has no understanding of jewelry, he also knows that this hairpin is precious.

Xi Rong saw that she kept shirking, so she said that she wanted to throw bricks and lead jade, and first composed a song "Lotus":

The lotus flowers bloom in the lotus pond, and the small bridge flows from the water.

The east wind blows off the Jinling willows, and the rain is still sent with residual red.

The palace maids next to him applauded, and the county lord of Jiangdu got up and paced back and forth in the pavilion for two times, and composed a song "Yonglian":

The lotus flowers reflect the blue sky, and the hibiscus is in the spring breeze.

The poor jade girl has a golden stem dew, leaning on the trunk alone with a touch of red.

After the two finished writing, Zhuo Ruoning also made a song.

With them in front of her, Zhuo Ruoning is quite self-aware: "You have finished writing the charm of the lotus, I don't know what else to write, and besides, I have to work hard to write limerick poems, so I won't be ugly, right?" ”

Xi Rong's eyes rolled: "It's okay to make limericks, you don't have to be confined to lotuses, you see that the three of us girls are together, or you can make a limerick poem with the theme of beauty." ”

Zhuo Ruoning saw that the two of them were so enthusiastic that it was not easy to sweep their interest, so she searched her intestines and scraped her stomach, and according to her request, she made up a song "Beauty" to laugh at herself:

I can't learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and it's too tiring to read and practice calligraphy.

If you don't grow beautifully, you only need to eat and sleep every day.

As soon as she finished reading, she obviously felt the air condense for a moment, and the county lord of Jiangdu and Xi Rong looked at each other, "That's it?" ”

Zhuo Ruoning nodded: "I'm at this level." ”

The county lord of Jiangdu and Xi Rong suddenly laughed, and after laughing, they asked the palace maid to hurry up and get paper and pen, and encouraged her to write this limerick poem on paper, saying that it was to be a souvenir.

Zhuo Ruoning used a brush to write for the first time, but she couldn't grasp the strength well, and the writing was crooked, and there was no discipline at all.

The county lord of Jiangdu and Xi Rong also wrote their own poems, they are all beautiful and beautiful, and they write quickly and well, which shows that they have practiced for many years.

Zhuo Ruo was convinced, and obediently admitted defeat: "The poems of the two are good, and the words are also beautiful, I can't catch up." I will practice diligently when I go back, and next time I have the opportunity to meet, I will ask you for advice. ”

Xi Rong said: "This competition was originally a joke, you have lost your memory, and it is really rare to be able to make such a vivid and interesting limerick poem, this hairpin should be awarded to you." ”

The county lord of Jiangdu personally helped her insert the hairpin, and praised her: "My sister is naturally beautiful, and this hairpin is just right for you." ”

Zhuo Ruoning: "? ”

She felt that something was wrong.

But what's wrong? Both of them were very warm to her, always taking care of her emotions, and looking at the bright smiles on their faces, she didn't know where this sense of disobedience came from.

"Is it pretty?"

"It's good-looking, it's like it's tailor-made for you, and this hairpin is just lining your complexion." Xi Rong was very popular.

Zhuo Ruoning put aside the uneasiness in her heart for the time being, there was no mirror in the gazebo, so she leaned on the railing by the water, leaning over to see the effect from the reflection.

She was turning her head from side to side, when suddenly she was pushed the back, her center of gravity was unstable, and she suddenly climbed over the railing and fell into the water.

"Ahh Zhuo Ruoning exclaimed.

Just when she thought she would fall into the water, a strong wind with the fragrance of lotus leaves hit, and a lotus leaf flew out of nowhere, the lotus leaf was wide, like a cloud around her upper body, and then an arm held her steadily, her back seemed to hit someone's chest, and she spun in the air and returned to the pavilion.

She only saw the sleeves of the lotus embroidered lotus pattern on a white background under the lotus leaves, and the exclamation voice of the Jiangdu County Lord: "Xu Jinchen! ”

Zhuo Ruoning was so frightened that she didn't take a breath, her chest was suffocated, and she passed out.