It's just that as soon as Yun Jinyu opened his mouth, the souls of all the ladies in the audience floated away, and now he can only embarrass his friend and save some face.

"Pei Yu, are you interested in composing poetry today?" Yun Jinyu looked at Pei Yu very seriously, the great god in front of him couldn't be provoked.

Pei Yu hesitated, originally a little delayed.

But seeing that everyone is waiting for themselves to recite poetry at the moment, it is a little inappropriate if they don't do it.

Then he stood up, his thin lips pursed slightly.

"Zhaozhao Qing Hanhui, Cangguang Tianbu." As soon as this poem came out, everyone was stunned, thinking that Yun Jinyu was the first talent, and the friends around him were not far behind.

How do you know that you will write this poem, it seems that Pei Gongzi's literary talent is also of a medium level, and Cui Wenyi's heart can be regarded as balanced.

But at this time, someone read the poem written by Pei Yu.

When everyone heard it again, they were amazed!

It's just how Pei Yu came up with the idea of fusing the footsteps of Tianhe with the people.

On the banks of the galaxy in the sky, there are lovers in the world who meet at the end of the world on the bridge formed by the stars of the sky, but they do not go down, which makes people always feel unfinished.

"Pei Gongzi, can you finish this poem?" Someone at the bottom couldn't help but hold back the curiosity in his heart and spoke.

"I haven't thought of it yet."

Everyone thought that Pei Gongzi had been prepared, but who knew that it was not finished, and suddenly felt a pity that he had no chance to appreciate such a masterpiece.

Xie Tianyang saw that the scene was a little regretful, everyone couldn't enjoy it, and seeing that the hour was almost over, he said.

"Ladies and gentlemen, now that our poems are finished, it's really a bit boring, why don't you let other ladies do a few embroideries?" Xie Tianyang turned around and gestured to his mother, Mrs. Xie.

I saw the old lady walking down slowly from the main seat with a cane, supported by Mama Hu beside her.

"Yun Gongzi, the old man looks at today's wine and food, it coincides with this Qixi season, why not use your poems as the theme, let these ladies embroider a female red, or take the opportunity to compete, I don't know what Yun Gongzi thinks?"

Although this old lady Xie did not walk very neatly, what she said made Yun Jinyu unable to refuse.

"That's fine, Old Madam Xie, let's get started." Yun Jinyu politely arched his hand to this old lady Xie, although the status of this Xie family only has a place in Jiangnan, but this is an old woman, Yun Jinyu has always been kind-hearted.

"In that case, Yun Gongzi, why don't you and your friend's poems be embroidered by the two daughters of the Xie family." Xie Tianyang also spoke at this moment, he had been by his mother's side, and when he heard this, he felt that this was a good opportunity for his two daughters, and he had to make good use of it.

Now Yun Jinyu finally understood what Old Madam Xie wanted, but it was not easy to refuse clearly, and it was just an embroidery, so let's embroider it first.

"That's very good." After that, he wrote the poem he had just written on paper and handed it to Mrs. Xie.

Old Madam Xie turned sideways and instructed Mama Hu to prepare the trays, and the silent footsteps of the maids soon put the trays on the table of each boudoir woman.

"The time is stipulated in half an hour, and the obsolete is directly eliminated, with the poems of the sons of the party as the title, who can embroider a pair of embroidery in the shortest possible time, whether it is the sample, quality, workmanship, are all of the highest quality, by the embroidery spring spinning first-class embroidery girl inspection, and finally by Mrs. Xie announced who is the real winner tonight, today's winner will get the only color head nine-color jasper gilt hairpin, then the game starts now." Liu Cheng, the housekeeper of the Xie Mansion, announced.

At this time, all the sons wrote down the poems they had just made, and walked towards the women they liked, wanting to put the poems in their hands.

Mrs. Xie asked Mama Hu to give Xie Youran the poem written by Fang Cai Yun Jinyu, and the Xuanyi son Pei Yu's was given to Xie Youruo.

At this moment, Xie Qingyu found that many people around him had received poems, but he didn't have any of them, which was really pitiful.

And the embroidery girl at the bottom originally saw that Yun Jinyu was going to show it with all her might, but this half an hour is really a little short, not to mention, she still wants a finished product, and she has a few daughters, and she has already begun to complain.

"It's an impossible task." It was Miss Lin Xiaoxuelin who spoke from the Sifang Rice Shop in Jiangning City.

"Xie Fu is clearly embarrassing us." Other boudoir ladies began to chim.

But Xie Tianyang originally came with the idea of embarrassment, how could he change his mind because of these few words?

"Miss Lin, if you don't embroider again, I'm afraid the time will be gone." I don't know who said this in the men's seat, and in an instant, Lin Xiaoxue suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and she couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get in.

She originally wanted to fight for some face for her family in this Qixi Lantern Festival, but at this moment, she lost all her face, and suddenly regretted it, so she quickly sat down to embroider.

Xie Qingyu also heard it for half an hour at this moment.

Just kidding, how is this enough? It takes half an hour to practice embroidering a lotus flower, and what I want is a finished product.

It seems that this Xie Mansion has to eliminate a lot of people for the sake of Xie Youran, but he has put in enough effort.

Xie Qingyu suddenly thought of something and began to embroider with his hands.

I saw Xie Qingyu at this moment, wrapped in plain clothes, three thousand green silk only used a wooden hairpin to pull it up, she was busy embroidering she bowed her head slightly, the green silk scattered down, only a side face came out, the eyebrows were like a distant dai, and the eyes were like a hidden lake, which made people can't help but be immersed in it and can't extricate themselves.

Xie Qingyu was trying to save time at the moment, holding the square handkerchief in both hands, turning it incessantly, with a slightly rusty gesture, which made people wonder if she could embroider.

Lin Xiaoxue, who was sitting behind Xie Qingyu, obviously also noticed Xie Qingyu's lame gestures, and originally had quite an opinion about the Xie family, so she didn't take the opportunity to ridicule her at this time.

"Xie Qingyu, what are you embroidering? You didn't get the poem. Although Lin Xiaoxue was ridiculed between words, the work under her hands did not stop.

Xie Qingyu is busy embroidering at the moment, how can he take care of her.

This made Lin Xiaoxue secretly resentful in her heart, wanting to vent but not knowing where to start.

Although Xie Youruo didn't get Yun Jinyu's poem, she also got Pei Yu's poem, which is not bad, because this embroidery competition is sponsored by the Xie family, so she has already prepared what embroidery to embroider and can complete it within half an hour.

Thinking of this, her hands also began to get busy, but she was embroidering and remembering Xie Qingruo, she couldn't help but look back and saw Xie Qingyu was flipping back and forth with the square embroidered handkerchief, and the embroidery thread was placed indiscriminately, this slut must be not embroidered well, and he will humiliate you after a while, thinking about Xie Youruo's mood is also much lighter, and the speed of his subordinates has begun to speed up.

"Boom! Boom! ”

A crisp bell rang out.

"Half an hour has come, the ladies have stopped the embroidery thread in their hands, placed it neatly, placed it on the table, and then displayed it one by one according to the order of seating." Steward Liu's voice came again.

All the ladies stopped their needles and threads, placed the embroideries on the table, and waited for the order of their display.