Song Zhiwen and Song Jiao looked at the source of the sound in unison, and saw Song Ningyao stepping unhurriedly, showing all kinds of styles with a smile and a cheek.

Song Ningyao wore a long white brocade skirt embroidered with pink plum blossoms, and used a brocade belt to tie the slender waist. The jet-black hair is curled into a wishful bun, and only a plum blossom white hosta is inserted. Although it is simple, it looks fresh and elegant, except for a jasper hairpin, decorated with thin silver threads and beads, and a little powder on the delicate and small face.

After more than half a month, Song Ningyao has obviously grown a lot taller, plus her skin is ruddy and fair, she is no longer as malnourished as before, and she deliberately dressed up a little bit today, no one can confuse the wonderful person in front of her with the Song Ningyao many days ago.

Seeing Song Ningyao like this, Song Jiao glared at Song Ningyao a little viciously, she would never allow others to be better than herself, but when she thought that Song Ningyao didn't know anything about poetry and writing, she wasn't so uncomfortable, just a vase, what use could it be in addition to making people look at it twice?

"Now that the poetry meeting has begun, my sister is really late, what's the use of putting your mind on this appearance?" Song Jiao said a little harshly.

"My sister is not quite right, my sister spends no less time on this appearance than my sister, my sister just doesn't know when this poem will start, my sister has time to mock my sister here, maybe we can go quite far." Song Ningyao replied with some mockery.

"Humph!" Song Jiao was a little angry, and walked forward with a light snort.

Song Ningyao turned to Song Zhiwen and blessed her body, "Father, then Yao'er and my sister will leave first!"

Song Zhiwen waved his hand helplessly, "She is your sister, she is a little willful, you should tolerate her a little more, don't worry about her." Alright, let's go, let's go! ”

"Yao'er knows." Song Ningyao hurriedly kept up with Song Jiao's pace.

Song Ningyao stepped into the carriage, and Song Jiao immediately mocked, "Sister is really a nobleman, you have to let others wait for you, it doesn't matter if your sister waits for your sister, but don't embarrass our Prime Minister's Mansion when my sister arrives later." ”

Song Ningyao sat down, tidied up the hem of her clothes, and said coldly, "Sister, don't worry, sister takes care of herself." ”

After that, he didn't bother to take care of Song Jiao, so he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Song Jiao punched Mianhua, and her chest rose and fell.

In the blink of an eye, the destination of the poetry meeting arrived, this is a place for some literati and ink writers to exchange poems, Song Ningyao opened the curtain, and in front of her was a courtyard that looked quite large, with a very strong smell of books, and two people dressed like small servants were guarding the door.

Song Jiao was the first to get out of the carriage, and before Song Ningyao could wait, she wanted to enter the courtyard first. Song Ningyao was helpless, so she had to follow behind her with Feng'er.

"The poetry meeting has begun, two young ladies please!" One of the little guys hurriedly stepped forward to lead the way.

Song Jiao was a little snarky, "Sister, look at it, my sister said, it's not because my sister can be late, it's not because my sister can be late, and let people see the jokes of our Prime Minister's Mansion in vain." ”

Song Ningyao was helpless, so she had to politely say to the little girl: "Trouble leads the way."

"Humph!" Song Jiao shook her sleeves and walked forward.

After crossing a few covered bridges, I finally arrived at my destination, only to see that Miss Zongduo Gongzi was already playing the wine order.

Song Jiao hurriedly said, "I'm really sorry, my sister has never participated in this kind of poetry meeting and doesn't know the time, so it's late, I hope you don't blame the young lady." ”

Generally, the poetry club sits in a circle, arranging the front and rear seats according to the invitation, and the position of the Prime Minister's Mansion is in the front row. Song Jiao sat down, and the places just in front of her were already full.

"Ouch! What a rarity! When will the idiot lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion also participate in the activities of literati like us? A daughter of a noble family who usually has a good relationship with Song Jiao laughed and said, causing some sons and daughters to laugh.

"Alright, alright! The purpose of this poetry meeting is to let everyone exchange literature and ink, not to discuss right and wrong, since Miss Song is now willing to participate, we should welcome and be happy, proving that our team has grown again. A mild-mannered son, who sat at the top, said.

"Yes, Yi Gongzi!" Everyone replied in unison.

When Song Ningyao first entered the hospital, she heard these discussions, including Song Jiao's hateful words, but what Song Ningyao didn't expect was that this Yi Gongzi really lived up to his reputation.

In Song Ningyao's memory, although Song Ningyao had not participated in any collective activities in the past, but the name of this Yi Gongzi had also been heard of, Yi Xiaoshui, the son of Shangshu, was usually an extremely popular existence in major academies, basically the poetry clubs and other activities of these literati and writers were organized by him, and in the literati world, there was a lot of weight.

Song Ningyao just came in through the arch, and everyone turned their heads to look, some were amazed, some were surprised...

"In Xia Nai Yang Sheng, I don't know who this girl is?" Brother Yougongzi hurriedly got up and asked humbly and politely.

The hall was full of laughter, "Hey, Yang Sheng, why can't you change eating?" When you see a good-looking girl, you hurriedly paste it? A boy said funny.

"You know what? I can't see a beauty alone," immediately turned to Song Ningyao and said, "The girl is here to participate, right?" Why haven't you seen it before? I don't know where the house is? Or sit down with me! ”

Although everyone was laughing at the son named Yang Sheng, they were indeed curious about Song Ningyao, didn't Miss Song Er say just now that the idiot eldest lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion was coming? The idiot lady didn't see it, why did she come to this beautiful woman who fell into the city and the country, and some young ladies still had some unkind jealous looks in their eyes.

"When did this Song Ningyao become so beautiful? "The crowd is arguing.

Song Ningyao looked around, saw Song Jiao's vicious gaze, and also saw the purpose of her trip: Bai Mo. Song Ningyao smiled at Bai Mo and nodded.

Bai Mo saw Song Ningyao nodding to herself, a little flustered, this woman was so familiar, but she had never seen it in her impression.

And some of the sons and brothers began to feel a little spring when they saw Song Ningyao's smile, "Wow! You see, she smiled at me! A young man said with some intoxication. Do you think too much, just you? It's almost as good as people see you crying"...

This thousand reactions were also in an instant, Song Ningyao saw that Bai Mo was a little confused, a little funny, Feng'er was quite clever and hurriedly introduced: "This is the eldest lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion." ”

Song Ningyao secretly praised Feng'er in her heart, after all, in this ancient world, everyone would not do such a thing as introducing themselves.

Even if he made a perfect salute generously, "I haven't participated in the poetry meeting before, so today's rude is late, and Yaxing, who swept everyone, is really embarrassed, and he punished himself with three cups." After saying that, he walked to a place where no one was there, poured wine, and drank three glasses in a row.

When everyone heard Feng'er's introduction, they were surprised for a long time when they saw Song Ningyao acting in such an unusual way.

It was Yi Xiaoshui and Bai Mo who came back to their senses first, and Song Jiao's vicious eyes never left Song Ningyao's body.

Yi Xiaoshui was the first to speak, "Miss Song can come, naturally welcome, this time is not considered carefully, it is the fault of the next, it's just this..."

Song Ningyao saw Yi Xiaoshui's embarrassment, "Thank you Yi Gongzi for your compassion, I'll just sit here, everyone continue." While speaking, Song Ningyao had already sat down in the empty seat in the back row.

Yi Xiaoshui saw that Song Ningyao had already sat down, so he was not embarrassed, so he said, "Let's go on, go on!" ”

At this time, Song Jiao made a color towards the daughter of Lord Lu who was speaking just now, and Lu Xin'er understood, "Young Master Yi, this late person should make a poem first, right?" How can you just interrupt like that? After speaking, he pretended to cover his mouth and chuckle.

"This..."

Yi Xiaoshui naturally knew Song Ningyao's reputation outside, after Song Ningyao's amazement just now, although he was a little suspicious of the rumors in the outside world, it was true that Song Ningyao had never participated in the poetry meeting, and he was a little embarrassed for fear of embarrassing Song Ningyao, but before the words fell, he saw Song Jiao stand up.

"It's okay, that's it, let my sister come first, give my sister some time to think more," Song Jiao's actions seemed to outsiders to be for Song Ningyao's sake, but those who knew the insiders knew Song Jiao's purpose at a glance.

Song Ningyao was a little sarcastic and whispered, "My good sister's wishful thinking today may be in vain." ”

At this time, Song Jiao spoke: "At the beginning of me, why don't I make a couplet with this falling flower, and the flowing water gently pulls the willows on the embankment; Falling flowers fragrant seven stone side spring. ”

Everyone applauded, "Not bad, this Second Miss Song is very good!" The couplet is neat and the artistic conception is beautiful"

Song Jiao was proud and looked at Song Ningyao, "How is it?" Sister, have you thought about it? Why don't you make another poem for your sister? ”

Although everyone was a little changed by Song Ningyao's beauty just now, but now they remembered her name as an idiot, and looked at Song Ningyao with some schadenfreude, full of disdain.

Some of the young ladies continued to mumble, "What's the use of making this beautiful?" People are not also idiots, and they can't even make poems, hehe! ”

Bai Mo wanted to play a round, after all, this was his own cousin, and he couldn't let her get off the stage, and when Bai Mo just wanted to stand up, he met Song Ningyao's gaze.

Song Ningyao shook her head at Bai Mo, and stood up calmly, "Since my sister has started, I have no choice but to be ugly!" ”

Song Ningyao was contemplative, and everyone was not optimistic about Song Ningyao, thinking that Song Ningyao was slapping her swollen face and becoming fat, but what she didn't expect was that Song Ningyao spoke up immediately after. "My sister made a couplet with falling flowers, then I also made a couplet with flowers, and the moon lacks the full moon and the stars; Flowers bloom and fall in the heart of the tree. ”

Everyone was silent instantly, Song Ningyao snickered, I can't compose poems, I can't make couplets, but I won't mean that others can't, but I didn't memorize a lot when I was a student before...

Bai Mo, Yi Xiaoshui and the others were all savoring, "Well, yes, yes, the moon is lacking, the moon is full, and the flowers bloom and fall, which is as good as what Miss Song Er did" Yi Xiaoshui was the first to speak, and he was a little surprised by Song Ningyao.

At this time, Lu Xin'er was a demon again, looking at Song Jiao's expression, she quickly stood up again, "This Su asked the eldest lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion to have the name of an idiot, could it be that the eldest lady asked someone to make a sub-couplet for this poetry meeting?" Why don't you write another poem? ”

Everyone was in an uproar, and after thinking about it, they nodded as if they were serious.

Song Jiao hurriedly drilled the crack again, "Don't talk about sister like that, it's already a lot of progress for my sister to be willing to come, even if my sister is looking for someone to help." ”

The chatter is coming and going...