The time for a pillar of incense soon came, and the Lord of Deyang Weng and the great Confucians went to the inner hall to select the collected poems, leaving some young ladies to gather together in twos and threes to chat and frolic.

Jingyan is still alone.

She just wanted to knock on the side and ask which of the so many people in Lychee was Wang Mang, and wanted to see if she could find clues about Yu Pei, when she heard someone shouting about herself.

"Wang Jingyan!"

Jingyan looked back, and a girl dressed in red, with delicate facial features and a vivid image, was looking at her with a smile.

"You are?" Does this girl know the original owner of the body?

"My name is Liu Ying, and my father is the general Liu Dong. I saw you in the garden just now, and it's awesome! ”

The girl in red said with a wink. Jingyan was amused by her funny expression, and the girl's personality was very much like a good friend of hers in modern times.

The relationship between the two was suddenly brought closer, and they sat together affectionately.

In this way, Jingyan had the first good friend she made after coming to this era-Liu Ying, the daughter of the general.

Liu Ying may have followed the influence of her father, and she prefers swords instead of embroidery and poetry and books, and the general's wife doesn't know how much heart she broke for such a daughter.

However, Jingyan likes Liu Ying's character, anyway, the two of them can't understand poetry and embroidery, so they hit it off.

Let's talk about the Lord of Deyang and the great Confucians who are commenting on the verses in the inner hall.

"Good poems, good poems, look at them!"

The white-bearded Confucian picked up a poem in surprise and let everyone read it again and again.

"After all, in the middle of June in Mohu, the scenery is not the same as the four seasons, the lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red. Wonderful! It's wonderful! ”

The old man's white beard was about to turn up with excitement, "Wonderful! Everyone looks at this first sentence seems to be abrupt, the actual sentence is atmospheric, and the last two sentences use a "blue" and a "red" to highlight the strong impact of the lotus leaves and lotus flowers to people's vision, the lotus leaves are boundless as if they are connected with the sky, and the weather is grand, which not only writes the boundlessness of the lotus leaves, but also renders the magnificence of heaven and earth.

The contrast between "Reflecting the Sun" and "Lotus Flower" makes the whole picture brilliant and vivid. What a rare good poem! The old man stroked his beard and sighed.

Everyone took a closer look and were all amazed, and when they saw the payment - Wang Jingyan, which daughter is this, there doesn't seem to be this person's name on last year's list, is it new this year?

Lord Deyang Weng saw everyone's doubts and said with a smile: "She is the eldest lady of the Yichun Hou Wang family."

The crowd was silent. It is rumored in the world that this eldest lady of the Wang family is a straw bag beauty, with no beauty and an empty mind! But the person who makes a poem of this caliber will be a straw bag? Isn't that all the people in the world straw bales?

After everyone finished reading the other poems, in contrast, they felt that the other poems were not as novel in concept, clever in wording, and far-reaching in artistic conception.

But if this poem is the leader, won't it make people question the fairness and standard of the poetry club, and the straw bag can win the championship this year?

At this time, Princess Deyang stood up and said, "I think we should focus on poetry when we hold this poetry meeting." Since this poem was indeed written by Miss Wang, and it does deserve to be the leader, then we should treat it fairly. If the level of poetry is judged by rumors, wouldn't it chill the hearts of some people? And this is also contrary to the original intention of holding this poetry meeting in the first place! ”

"Yes, what Lord Weng said is very true! Since it is a good poem, we should evaluate it fairly and justly. A slightly chubby, amiable-looking fat man also spoke.

Now that several people have reached an agreement, the result is so decided.