The garden party is scheduled for the beginning of March, and the venue is selected in Kyoto's famous Mingyan Mountain, which is the favorite place for the swallows to return in spring.

Qi Fu generously contracted two inns in the suburbs for the young ladies to rest temporarily, Qi Shihong borrowed 500 troops from the general to protect their safety, you must know that the great countries have more than 500 troops to be considered a rebellion, 500 soldiers, is already the highest standard.

Ansu was pulled up by Chunzhu early this day to wash and dress up, Ansu let her fiddle with her hair, and after half an hour, Chunzhu got her a hairstyle similar to a lily bun, and the popular hairstyles in different planes are strange, and Ansu has long been accustomed to wearing a heavy hair ornament.

Chunzhu is the most clever, knowing that Qi Fu has worked so hard to choose a good son-in-law for Qi Xian'e, in order to set off the eldest lady, the jewelry she chooses for Ansu is not gorgeous, but she also dresses Ansu beautifully without losing her girlish nature.

Ansu stared at the mirror when she was bored, because she was used to different images, she didn't care about Qi Xianlou's appearance.

The girl is gentle, not extremely beautiful, let alone a country and a city, but she has the style of a small jasper.

In order to set off the spring color, Ansu chose a light green silk skirt, the wind blows the clothes and swings, and the silk shines slightly in the spring sun, although it does not steal the limelight of Qi Xian'e, but it will not lose the face of Qifu.

Because the skirt is long and the girl will not show her feet, Ansu chose a pair of dark and dirt-resistant shoes.

After packing up, Chunzhu packed her with a spare set of clothes, and the garden party inevitably staggered to prevent the clothes from accidentally getting stains.

An Su came out of her attic, and the first thing she met was Qi Xianyu, she was wearing a light rose dress, and her hairstyle was simpler, because she was young, and the accessories she brought were a little cartoonish, although she was jewelry, she was smart only a child, and others would not compare her with Qi Xian'e.

Chunlan followed behind her with the burden.

"Second sister is so early."

Qi Xianyu approached Ansu and greeted her.

"In the past, my sister was the most sleepy, and she got up so early today?"

An Su pulled her over and tapped her forehead with her fingers, this action was still learned from Qi Xian'e, and after clicking so many times, the big demon king became addicted, it was really Qi Xianyu's full of collagen, and it felt so good.

"Sister, don't laugh at me, it was Chunlan who got up early in the morning and called me for a quarter of an hour."

Chunlan is the most calm of the three springs, and she is never impatient, so she was arranged by Mrs. Qi to the youngest Qi Xianyu, and she gets along closely these days, and Qi Xianyu is extremely satisfied with Chunlan.

"You."

The laughter of the boudoir sisters became farther and farther away, and they unconsciously walked into the front flower hall of the Qi Mansion.

"Mother."

An Su and Qi Xianyu saluted at the same time, and their movements were neat and uniform, as if they had practiced.

"Hurry up."

Mrs. Qi was in a very good mood, smiling, and casually beckoned someone to prepare chairs for the two sisters.

"Big sister is so beautiful."

Qi Xianyu's eyes fell on Qi Xian'e, and her eyes lit up, and she was full of praise.

Qi Xian'e lowered her head shyly and pinched a handkerchief in her hand.

Her hairstyle is more complicated than Ansu's, every jewelry is delicate and just right, she is dressed in a purple dress, the material is natural, and Qi Xian'e's steps are full of style, and her demeanor is thousands.

In terms of appearance, the three sisters of the Qi family should be Qi Xian'e is the best, the eyebrows do not need to be dyed, the eyelashes are curved, a pair of apricot eyes have their own poetic and picturesque feelings, the cheeks are fragrant, and the red lips are not dotted and red, a standard ancient beauty.

In the weather of March, Mrs. Qi still forced Qi Xian'e to have a fan, and when she was shy, the brocade fan covered her face, adding to the fairy spirit.

"Alright, the hour is almost up, let's go."

Mrs. Qi led the most gorgeous carriage, the three sisters took the second carriage like an incense car, and Aunt Fu got into the third carriage.

The five hundred soldiers in front of the Qi Mansion moved with the three sedan chairs of the Qi Mansion, and many nobles chose to follow the Qi family's convoy.

All the way, the garden party began.

Mrs. Qi had already arranged for the writing table and ink case at the foot of Mingyan Mountain, and even the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were not bad, so that the talented and beautiful people could show their style.

As soon as Qi Xian'e got out of the carriage, countless sons' eyes were cast at her, causing her to immediately cover her face with a fan.

"My sister is shy."

Qi Xianyu whispered to the two sisters to tease Qi Xian'e, causing her face to turn crimson again.

Everyone saw Mrs. Qi leading three fairy-like young ladies all the way into the packed octagonal pavilion.

"Today's spring is very good, you are all the best of the talented people in Beijing, today you should meet friends with poetry, and show the elegance of my descendants in Beijing."

As the organizer of this poetry meeting, Mrs. Qi is skillful and natural.

She invited dozens of young ladies and sons in Beijing, plus servants and maids, and the number of people broke through the Baiwei mark, and the most beautiful one was 500 soldiers.

Rao is like this, at the foot of Mingyan Mountain, in the eyes of those who care, it is a stunning landscape.

The grass grows, the warbler flies, the willow is green, the water is bright, and the swallows are low above, and the poetry and painting are free in the eyes of those who have a heart.

"Always in the middle of the house to find fun,

I don't know if the green comes to the wild in March.

The grass is at the foot and the swallow is on the side,

Roadside wildflowers add color. ”

To say that Mrs. Qi invited all the famous talents in Beijing, the seven-word quatrain came easily.

"Good poetry!"

Some people in the crowd applauded, and several others responded.

"If you are not talented, you will be ugly."

The son who reads poetry is full of poetry and calligraphy, and he has won the eyes of Mrs. Qi.

Someone opened their mouths, and the conceited and talented nobles rushed to show their poems, and Ansu listened carefully to each of them, but there were no poems that caught their eyes.

Ansu is a person who has memorized Tang poems and Song lyrics, and the talent of these proud sons is not as big as Li Bai's toes.

"Octagonal Pavilion Fairy,

It's more beautiful than this spring.

May I win the hearts of the people,

White heads do not separate. ”

Finally, a poem made Ansu raise her head and freeze her gaze in the crowd.

Good boy, he dared to confess so boldly.

Mrs. Qi and Qi Xian'e were both attracted to attention, the person's face was proud, and the appearance of ambition made Qi Xian'e feel offended, and she didn't feel good in her heart.

Mrs. Qi looked at him and was not very satisfied.

The field was quiet for a while, and everyone waited for the response of the "Octagonal Pavilion Fairy".

An Su thought for a moment, and then opened his mouth to pick up a poem:

"The mountains are the same color as the lake,

Heaven and earth want to connect.

The wind blows the color of the lake

Weeping willows swaying themselves. ”

The Great Demon King has traveled through many ancient planes, and his poetry and songs are all accomplished, so he naturally disdains to plagiarize other people's achievements.

This casual and barely rhyming poem is not a good poem, but everyone still touts it commercially.

Ansu is also a member of the Octagonal Pavilion, she is fourteen years old, but she is not old enough to get engaged, so she staggered the topic lightly.

Qi Xian'e immediately cast a grateful gaze.

Ansu's poems are average, but what catches the eye is her understatement when she writes poems, she can make such poems at the age of fourteen, and she is the first woman to write poems with her mouth open.