Song Tinglan loves flowers, and there are dozens of flowers displayed at the flower appreciation banquet.

The flowers are like brocade, the fragrance is bursting, the colorful colors are continuous, and the beauty is breathtaking, making people feel as if they are in a sea of flowers, forgetting the troubles of the world.

Everyone praised and discussed the way to raise flowers. Song Tinglan smiled and answered them one by one.

Zhuo Qingying and Lin Shutong whispered for a while, then suddenly got up and proposed: "Such a beautiful day, there should be poetry to help the fun." Why don't we each choose a flower and compose a poem on this topic? ”

Some people were very interested in this and echoed it: "Miss Zhuo's proposal is very good, it would be better if there was a lottery!" ”

As the host, Song Tinglan naturally tried her best to cooperate with everyone's demands, and said: "The leader of today's inscription poem can choose any flower to give." ”

There is no shortage of rare and precious flowers in the hall, and the atmosphere is warm for a while.

Song Tinglan ordered someone to record the flowers selected by each person to avoid repetition.

In front of Zhou Jingrong, she bluntly refused: "I'm not good at poetry, so I won't participate." ”

Zhuo Qingying was willing to let her go, and raised her voice: "Fu Er/Grandma doesn't have to be too humble, who doesn't know that Fu Jiaerlang is amazingly talented, but he is the best talent." As his wife, you accompany him day by day, adding fragrance to his red sleeves, how can you not be good at poetry? ”

Zhuo Qingying didn't know how the Fu family and his wife got along, but these words were intended to raise Zhou Jingrong to a high place, so that she had to deal with the matter of Saishi for the sake of face, and with her talent and learning, she would only make a fool of herself in the end.

Zhou Jingrong is not a person who wants to save face, she said calmly: "My husband is indeed quick to think, but what does that have to do with me? ”

Zhuo Qingying didn't expect Zhou Jingrong to be able to say her lack of talent so confidently, and she couldn't help but be choked speechless.

Song Tinglan admired Zhou Jingrong's straightforward and unpretentious personality very much, and said loudly: "Since the second/grandma is not interested in poetry, can I ask for a calligraphy with a cheeky face?" ”

Zhou Jingrong knew that Song Tinglan was helping her to break the siege, and also to give her a chance to show her talents, so as not to be looked down upon.

Zhou Jingrong suddenly felt warm in her heart and accepted her kindness: "It's my honor that Miss Song doesn't dislike it." ”

Zhuo Qingying didn't know that Zhou Jingrong could paint, so she just thought that she was reluctant to respond, so she sneered with contempt, waiting to see her jokes.

Lin Shutong was faintly worried, feeling that things seemed to be out of control.

Zhou Jingrong arranged the painting tools, looked at the lively scene in front of him and couldn't help but sigh, it was a pity not to record the scene of such beautiful flowers against each other, so he splashed ink and flowed.

After a stick of incense, everyone had already tasted each other's poems and selected the leader, which was Zhuo Qingying.

Zhuo Qingying was full of pride, and stared at Zhou Jingrong again: "I don't know if Fu Er/Grandma's painting can be finished?" So that everyone can observe and observe. ”

Zhou Jingrong nodded, and Xian Ge and Yayi unfolded the scroll together.

Everyone was stunned, thinking that she would only paint a flower at most, but who would have thought that in a short period of time, she actually made a long picture of a feast.

In the painting, it is the scene of a group of beautiful poems at the flower viewing banquet, the scenery is smart and vivid, and the characters are different from the stereotypes of traditional paintings.

With just a few strokes, a vivid and lively character jumps onto the page, frowning or smiling, and his personal characteristics are very obvious.

Everyone was amazed and rushed to see it, which can be described as amazing.

Zhuo Qingying originally wanted to take this opportunity to humiliate Zhou Jingrong, but she didn't expect her to take the limelight, and she almost broke the handkerchief in her hand in anger.

Song Tinglan didn't care what Zhuo Qingying thought, and after Dou Shi looked at the painting, she asked everyone to move to the garden to listen to the play.

The pipa sounded, the crisp drum beat gradually entered, the water sleeves of the people on the stage rose and fell, and the babbling play began.

Zhou Jingrong knows a lot about opera, especially the lyrics are mixed with many dialects that she doesn't understand, which reduces her interest even more.

But everyone else watched it with relish, and as the plot progressed, they either talked about it, or covered their lips and laughed, or wept gloomily.

The people on the stage are living in the play, and the people off the stage are immersed in it, but Zhou Jingrong is outside and looks at everyone's reaction thoughtfully.

In ancient times, the entertainment method was monotonous, and I usually listened to books, watched plays, and went on a tour. Especially for women in the deep boudoir, female red embroidery is even more boring all day long, so it's no wonder that they are so enthusiastic about watching dramas.

Wait, listen to books and watch plays......

Suddenly, like seeing the sun through the clouds, a thought landed in Zhou Jingrong's mind like a flash of light.

She can also put the legend of the merman on the stage, using the mode of combining traditional opera and modern musicals to arrange an ingenious play, which may be welcomed and solve the current difficulties of Wu Ju.

After the tragic scene, all the female dependents looked sad, but Zhou Jingrong had a foolish smile on her face, which made Song Tinglan even more surprised by her difference.

After the banquet, Zhou Jingrong said goodbye to Song Tinglan and happily returned to Fu's mansion.

Yan Feng trotted all the way to the study of the West Courtyard to report to Fu Yunshen: "Master, second/grandma is back." ”

Fu Yunshen was practicing calligraphy, concentrating and calming, his eyes focused on the tip of the pen, and he didn't look up, but asked lightly: "How?" ”

Yan Feng said excitedly: "Master, are you worried that the second/grandma will get into trouble and embarrass the Fu family?" You can rest assured, the second/grandma shined at the banquet today, shocked everyone's jaws with a picture of Douyan, and made people who wanted to see her jokes, but she had a long face! ”

Fu Yunshen was not surprised, and still responded lightly: "Well, is there anything else?" ”

Yan Feng felt a little frustrated by Fu Yunshen's bland reaction, and said whimfully: "Oh, second/grandma also asked the little one, who is the best kabuki in the city." ”

Fu Yunshen still maintained the movement of holding the pen, but he was slightly distracted, curious, what was she going to do?