The first flower meeting, a hundred flowers bloom, the organizer is accustomed to the beauty of the god of flowers, the princess of Dongping held a grand event.

A group of Yingying Yanyan Miss Yande were wearing newly cut clothes, and their beautiful faces were covered with good rouge gouache, and from time to time there were bursts of coquettish laughter, but they were passing by their favorite sons.

A few squares of handkerchiefs fell into Song Anguo's hands, and Song Anguo threw them away for a while, nor did they put them away.

The first flower meeting is the time when there is affection between men and women, and there is often no usual etiquette, but it is because Princess Dongping herself is a hearty person.

I heard that Princess Dongping and King Dongping have been childhood sweethearts since childhood, just because they were ashamed to speak, so they missed the two, and when the two continued their relationship, King Dongping went within two years.

This period of time hit Princess Dongping very hard, and it took a long time to walk out.

Later, there was this first flower feast. Men and women sit at the same table, it is okay, but the point stops, if the heart is secretly promised, the woman will throw the veil, and the man will naturally win the lottery to give the woman.

"Brother, it's good that you're so popular, and I'm not worried about not having a sister-in-law."

Song Anguo's face turned blue and white for a while, he was too shy, but it was impossible for him to be teased by his own sister.

"Since my sister is worried, my brother will find a tricky and mean sister-in-law for my sister, who will scold you and suppress you every day, and see if you are still so squeamish."

When the two came, the first flower banquet had already begun, but this Song Jiaqi completely lost her previous motivation, and she delayed the time, not to mention, when she came, she immediately separated from Song Jiayao and Song Anguo.

Today, Song Anguo wore a purple and green auspicious cloud robe, stepped on dark black boots, a pair of eyes were bright, with the spirit of an adult man, a knife-cut chin, and a regular crown of white jade hair, which provoked the young ladies passing by to throw off their veils.

Song Jiayao has a scattered flower Ruyi cloud smoke skirt, a simple moon bun with tired silk beads and hairpins, and the face is decorated with powder, a little delicate is the peerless elegance, beautiful as a flower up close, and a fairy in the painting from a distance.

A pair of golden boys and girls came from afar, which is really difficult not to pay attention to.

"Where's Qing'er?"

Since I handed over the post, I haven't seen where Qing'er has gone, although I know that my sister's maid has escaped, but this person is gone, which still makes Song Anguo feel uneasy.

"Well, I said I was trying to find a good spot for us."

Song Anguo, who was far away, saw Qing'er waving his arms, jumping and jumping, and the golden bells on his head jingled, which was really eye-catching.

"Miss, we're late, but fortunately, Zhao Si's guards found us a place."

Saying that, Song Jiayao glanced at Zhao Si on the side, and nodded simply, which can be regarded as having seen it.

"General Song, Second Miss Song." Zhao Si saluted slightly, and sure enough, his own Hou Ye waited for Miss Song Er not to come, and the position left was right.

"Where's Ping'an?" On weekdays, this Nangong Jin saw her sister, which time didn't the bees come looking for flowers and following the taste? I didn't see anything going on today.

Since the last incident, Song Anguo can be regarded as recognizing Nangong Jin, but his consciousness as a sister control will never admit it, but this test for his brother-in-law has already begun for Nangong Jin.

"Ben Hou is here, why doesn't General Song miss him so much after not seeing him for a few days?"

Nangong Jin swept the curtain, and a handsome face smiled brightly, making people dizzy.

Today's Nangong Jin is very different from before, Song Jiayao thought so, her little face flushed, and she didn't stare at people anymore.

Nangong Jin was wearing a new silk jade robe, and the white robe was embroidered with broken flowers, which had a sassy atmosphere, but this dress was cleverly matched with Song Jiayao.

This realization made Song Anguo couldn't help but be surprised, could it be that this Nangong Jin is playing a couple's outfit?

Today's Nangong Jin has completely lost the gloomy habitat of the past, and the white clothes are also as warm as jade, but the handkerchief in Zhang San's hand behind him is really dazzling.

"Song Jiayao, why don't you take a look at me?"

"See what you do?"

"If you don't look at me, how are you going to throw a handkerchief at me, what if you can't throw it?"

Nangong Jin is really a scoundrel, Song Jiayao turned her head, so she didn't want to pay attention to him!

"Master Hou, what else do you need for this handkerchief." Song Anguo squinted dangerously, looking at the handkerchief in Zhang San's arms behind Nangong Jin, as if he could burn with his eyes.

"Where did Ben Hou get the handkerchief in his arms?"

Seeing that Song Jiayao seemed to have some reason to be jealous, Nangong Jin suddenly felt that it was worth it to be dizzy by a bunch of handkerchiefs just now.

Nangong Jin naturally participated in this kind of banquet very rarely, and this was the first time that the first flower banquet came.

This was invited by Princess Dongping as soon as she came, and she was beaten by a handkerchief on the way back as soon as she came back.

Fortunately, Zhang San reminded himself all the way not to be angry, and he had already left at this time.

Those young ladies who threw handkerchiefs, where did they know that they were throwing the living Hades, and they were so beautiful and dazzling with their gentle and jade sons, how could they sit down with Nangong Jin, who was so gloomy, decisive, and ruthless that they were rumored? Otherwise, a hundred dares would not dare to throw something at Nangong Jin.

Nangong Jin smiled happily and walked around to Song Jiayao's side, "Throw me this handkerchief!" ”

"You're really shameless, how can you ask for it?"

"You're vinegar?"

Seeing that Song Jiayao's face was flushed, Nangong Jin wanted to get closer and take a good look, but was blocked by Song Anguo.

"Master Hou, even if men and women can open their hearts today, you shouldn't be too close."

"Oh?"

"If Master Hou wants my sister's handkerchief, why don't you go and win a lottery first?"

Nangong Jin pretended to be a kind suggestion, how could he easily fulfill Nangong Jin's bastard.

Seeing her brother and Nangong Jin's fighting method, Song Jiayao only felt confused, glanced at it slightly, and had to admit that Nangong Jin was really good-looking today. It's just that this face is also redder.

"It's just a lottery, what's so hard about that?"

Nangong Jin didn't care about Song Anguo's difficulties at all, even if Song Anguo didn't say it, he naturally had to win a beautiful prize for Song Jiayao.

Although I haven't been to the first flower banquet, I still understand the rules, if a man wants to confess his heart to a woman, he must win a lottery and send a favorite girl.

"Coincidentally, this stage happens to be Lin Shilang...

Song Anguo looked thoughtfully at Lin An's high-spirited appearance, and for a while he really won the favor of young and old, this veil was like petals flying all over the sky, and it fell like a sprinkled with flowers.

"Master Hou, there is a pitcher at this moment, we...

On the one hand, Zhang San naturally knows the strengths of his own Hou Ye, but this talk of poetry may really be the shortcomings of his own Hou Ye.

"How about writing poetry? I want to meet Lin Shilang for a while, and I don't like him. ”

"Coincidentally, so am Master Hou." Song Anguo consciously looked down on Lin An's appearance of attracting bees and butterflies, and he was even more hypocritical, not to mention that there was still a grudge between this and his sister?

"You guys?" Looking at her brother and Nangong Jin's hatred of the same enemy, Song Jiayao really didn't know whether she felt warm or painful, but it was comfortable!

"Master Hou, this game is worth the two of us, and the lottery is yours." Song Anguo waved his hand magnificently, and made a hasty decision.

"Ben Hou's own color head, Ben Hou will take it himself, General Song can rest assured."

The confident appearance of the two of them really made Song Jiayao strange, and she didn't stop, Song Anguo or Nangong Jin had some attainments in poetry and songs, especially his brother himself, didn't he know?

Song Anguo looked at Lin An in the audience, and he couldn't get used to seeing him in the limelight, he was a traverser, Tang poems and Song Ci, what wouldn't be?

"Master Hou, report your name."

The rules of this poem are that Princess Dongping came up with the question, and this topic is drawn out with a small stick, and then the poems are written on paper in various positions and taken out for everyone to enjoy.

"Today's first flower meeting, the young ladies and sons still reward me with the face of the old princess." Princess Dongping is over fifty years old and still graceful and luxurious, she can be seen to be very well maintained, and her temperament is even more amiable.

"Poetry has always been the highlight of the first flower meeting. Today's lottery is also drawn out according to the old rules. ”

As she spoke, in full view of everyone, the old princess of Dongping took out a tube, and then took out the sticks inside for a few respectable ladies next to her.

As the skewers were put into the bamboo tube, and with a slight shake, a skewer fell out.

"Bright Moon." Princess Dongping slowly read out the words on the sign in the first game.

"Mingyue? Brother, are you good at it? Song Jiayao looked sideways at the two of them with high morale, this topic is not new, although it is easy, but it also means that it is not easy to be amazed.

"Sister, don't worry, isn't there still a peace marquis?"

Song Anguo was naturally not panicked, and simply threw the problem to Nangong Jin, he was naturally confident, although it was not kind to let Nangong Jin stand out in the place where he was not good at.

"The silver jade plate, the white silk surface, falls into the frost and frost land, and it can't be dispersed into the breeze."

"A metaphor for form?" Song Jiayao consciously experienced by Nangong Jin, but she never thought that Nangong Jin would have such literary talent.

Nangong Jin glanced at Song Jiayao proudly, how could she not know what she thought? It's just a poem, and the more you experience, the more you naturally have.

Didn't even help yourself? Song Anguo was stunned for a moment, and then smiled slightly, which can be regarded as recognizing Nangong Jin's ability.

"The silver jade plate, the white silk surface, falls into the frost and frost land, and it can't be dispersed into the breeze."

The scrolls were handed in, and the primary election could be regarded as the beginning, for Nangong Jin's article, Song Anguo was naturally not worried, but...

Sure enough, after reading Nangong Jin's name, everyone present can be said to have taken a breath of cold air, but they didn't expect Nangong Jin to really come and participate in the competition?

I have always heard of Nangong Jin's notoriety, but now I listen to poetry, which is really admirable.

If those ladies who had thrown a veil to Nangong Jin knew that they had thrown a veil, they would be even more overwhelmed and would have turned their backs.