Su Xun leaned a little closer, and showed a sweet smile to flatter, "Brother, don't be angry, Wanwan believes in brother." ”

When the two exchanged ears, the incense ash had burned out, someone walked to the center and wrote a poem, and the scholar spread out the rice paper and displayed the poem in front of everyone. ”

The person who wrote the poem bowed respectfully to everyone Yu, "I just saw that the roses in the courtyard were blooming very well, so I wrote it in the poem on a whim, which made everyone Yu laugh." ”

Yu everyone stroked their beards, "Very good, I like to tinker with some flowers and plants on weekdays, watering and fertilizing every day and taking care of them carefully, but unfortunately the flowers are too precious, I can't stand the cold of spring and the steep are withered, but this wild rose that grows in the corner of the wall, regardless of whether it is luxuriant and leafy, grows very well, it is really a creation to make people." ”

Xie Ziyu listened to it, and felt that this wild rose was very much like Xie Wanwan, his father didn't love his mother, and he could still look so likable when he was born, but it was the well-cultivated daughter of the Hou Mansion, and she felt that she was exhausted at a glance.

Now it was half a circle, and soon it was Xie Rong, the incense was just half burned, and I saw Xie Rong elegantly lifting the pen, turning her wrist lightly on the rice paper, and the four princes came to her and read softly, "Chang'an is like a spring return after the snow, and the accumulation of essence condenses and even dawns." ”

"It's like a spring return, the third emperor's sister-in-law is really a wonderful person!"

Xie Rong twisted her lips and covered her lips, and her face was slightly powdered with crimson, "The fourth prince doesn't want to make fun of Rong'er." ”

The fourth prince laughed, "After all, I want to marry the third emperor brother, this time the imperial sister-in-law called early, if the third emperor brother reprimands me again in the future, the imperial sister-in-law will have to stop me." ”

The third prince frowned slightly, and scolded coldly, "In front of the teacher, don't be so Meng Lang." ”

After that, he looked at Xie Rong, "Come to this prince, you and I don't have to be so strange." ”

Xie Rong was overjoyed, walked to the third prince and sat down under the envious gaze of everyone, and said softly, "The third prince." ”

The third prince lowered his eyes and looked at him, "Just call me Feng Rui, the concubine has always wanted to see you." ”

Xie Rong's face turned crimson, "In a few days, Rong'er will call her mother and go to the palace to meet the concubine." ”

The third prince's eyes were full of indifference, "Hmm." ”

Ji Fengrui and Xie An are the same kind of people, unscrupulous in order to achieve their goals, if Xie Rong loses value, he will immediately abandon him.

A few people arrived at Su Xun after a few people, because of Fang Cai's words, Yu everyone's senses for Su Xun were very good, and their voices became more and more gentle, "You will use the moon word to make a poem." ”

Su Xun smiled slightly, and the next moment he got up and walked to the center of the main hall, dipped his pen and ink and wrote seriously.

Everyone has a strange meaning on their faces, and the incense has not yet been lit, and this concubine of the Xie family has made a poem so quickly?

Lin Weiwei sneered, "If you can make a poem in an instant, I'm afraid there is only Yu in the whole Shengjing, but it's just grandstanding." ”

A hint of disgust flashed in Xie Rong's eyes, "My sister is illiterate, Aunt Mei was born poor, and she has never invited a private school teacher, but she only knows a few words, she is so ......"

When everyone heard this, their faces showed mockery.

Xie Ziyu looked at the woman's eyebrows, his fingertips gently wiped the rim of the cup, the dark light in those eyes fluctuated, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Everyone Yu also felt that something was wrong, but seeing that the woman's eyes were focused on not being fake, they walked over with the support of the scholar.

When I got closer, I saw that the woman wrote a hairpin, such as a woman who walked out of the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, neat and beautiful and pleasing to the eye, Yu everyone chewed the poem carefully, and the more they looked at it, the tighter their brows wrinkled.

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