Peony, the national color and fragrance, known as the "king of flowers", is regarded as a symbol of wealth.

Many people in the world believe that peonies should be appreciated when appreciating flowers.

"What's the matter with you? Said that the two of them wrote poems, what are you staring at me for? ”

In front of one of the bookcases, Yan Xijiu stuck his waist and looked at Huang Jinhao with hatred and said.

"I... I won't write. ”

Huang Jinhao stammered, his fingers twisted together, his head drooped, and he didn't dare to look at Yan Xijiu's eyes.

Yan Xijiu's eyes suddenly widened, "You can't write?" The Huang family has a school! ”

"I... I was poor at schoolwork, and even my husband said that I was a... It's not a good thing. Huang Jinhao turned to the bookcase, and the more he spoke, the quieter his voice became.

Yu Guang paid attention to Huang Wenjie at the desk next door, and seeing that there was not too much expression on her face, Huang Jinhao continued with a sigh of relief: "I don't have literary talent like Second Sister Huang, Miss Yan, you should come." ”

Hearing someone say herself, Huang Wenjie's contemplative side face turned around, "Miss Yan, don't embarrass him." My younger brother is fine with everything else, but he was born in the wrong child. It is inevitable that the talent will not be able to keep up, otherwise it will not be on the wrong team. ”

Huang Jinhao looked into the arena and saw that the Huang family's sons and daughters were no longer there.

The body shrank and nodded slightly, "Sister, it's my younger brother who is stupid and has lost the face of the Huang family." ”

Huang Wenjie let out a sneer with contempt, but did not speak again.

"You! I thought you were a useful person, and I came as soon as I came. ”

Yan Xijiu pushed Huang Jinhao away in disgust, and the old god looked at the pot of peony flowers steadily.

But after a while, he shifted his gaze again, "Why are you standing like a log?" Grinding ink. ”

"Uh-oh." Huang Jinhao's heart was startled by Yan Xijiu's big voice, and he came back to his senses in an instant, trotted to the bookcase, buried his head and grinded the ink.

"It's not me talking about you, you're blocking my view."

After just a few breaths, Yan Xijiu held the brush in his mouth, and his eyes fell on Huang Jinhao's body again.

Huang Jinhao's body stiffened, "Ah, yes... I'm sorry. ”

"I'm a little thirsty." Yan Xijiu was not polite at all, frowned and stopped on the paper with a brush. Before he started writing, he began to command Huang Jinhao again.

"Okay, I'll make tea."

Huang Jinhao wiped the sweat on his forehead, his temper was surprisingly good, and his crisp voice was like a spring breeze.

"No, I'm not thirsty anymore. I'm getting a little hot. ”

Just after Huang Jinhao left, Yan Xijiu scribbled in the air with a brush while staring at the pot of peonies and said.

Huang Jinhao was stunned, but still walked back to her side and said hello. picked up the fan placed on the side and fanned Yan Xijiu one by one.

After a long time, Huang Jinhao rubbed his sour arm, secretly glanced at the cigarette that was about to burn out, and quickly glanced at the white paper that did not stain any ink.

Boldly, he whispered to Yan Xijiu: "That... The cigarette is running out. ”

"I know. You see, I'm going to be able to write a blockbuster poem. ”

After Yan Xijiu finished speaking, he opened his big round eyes again, and he looked like he was going to swallow the peony cramps and bones alive.

In the field, there are still Yan Mengge and Huang Jinhong.

"Sister Mengge, you think slowly, there is still enough time."

The empathetic voice came, pulling Yan Mengge's distraction.

She coughed lightly, and the heart that was about to jump out of her chest almost made her unable to grasp the pen.

He clenched his pen again, his eyes fixed, and he wanted to turn his attention to the pot of peonies.

But her body was a little disobedient, and the voice in her heart became louder and louder, forcing her to put all her attention on the shadow on the desk next door.

He... More beautiful than that peony.

If Roselle comes out of the water, the temperament is natural. A glance at the city, a glimpse of the shock, she couldn't help but think of the beautiful sentences in the "Book of Songs" where the moon rises and the best people are shining.

What is full of poetry and books, what is full of economy, what is the world, beside him, she can't think of it at all.

"Sister Mengge, are you looking at Sunan Ting?"

Huang Jinhong slightly blocked Yan Mengge's sight with his body, and said obediently and mischievously with doubts on his face.

The hands in the sleeves were clenched tightly together.

Even Yan Mengge likes Sunan Ting.

What's so good about Sunan Ting, it's nothing more than that his appearance is better, and so many women fall in love with him.

If he has an identity like Huang Jinxuan, he doesn't have to curry favor with Huang Wenjie and be the lackey of the eldest concubine.

Su Nanting was just as disgusting as Huang Jinxuan.

Yan Mengge seemed to have suddenly grabbed his tail and was shocked, "I... I didn't. ”

"Sister Mengge, I'm teasing you, don't take it seriously."

Huang Jinhong looked at Yan Mengge tenderly and stuck out his tongue playfully.

On the delicate face, the pair of Danfeng eyes were all Yan Mengge's figure.

put what he thought was the best-looking in front of Yan Mengge.

Yan Mengge is also a member of the Yan family, if ...... It would be nice to be his servant.

It's a pity that Yan Mengge couldn't see Su Nanting's figure anymore, and his heart flashed with loss, where did he notice Huang Jinhong's smart expression.

She shook her head slightly, as if she wanted to dissipate the shadow of Yiren in her mind, and said with a slight perfunctory expression: "Huang Gongzi, the contemptible person is rude." ”

Huang Jinhong's eyes flashed with resentment, and he gritted his teeth and smiled.

Why?

Even Yan Mengge, a nerd, can't look down on him.

Until the last cigarette was gone, everyone stopped writing, and the housekeeper immediately asked people to hang up the four poems.

Everyone was already very curious, and they stretched their necks and looked at it curiously.

Because the order was secretly disrupted in advance, everyone didn't know who wrote which one.

I saw a poem on the far right, and I didn't wait for everyone to read it carefully. The bold gesture and the vigorous and elegant font have attracted the attention of many people.

"Good word! What a word! ”

"This pen is strong and powerful, strong and strong, and it is a rare good word."

"I don't know who wrote such wonderful words?"

"I guess it's Huang Wenjie, Yan Zisi didn't write, so she was the only one left with such courage."

"I heard that Yan Mengge's literary talent is very good, maybe she is right."

After some debate, everyone did not come to a conclusion. I saw that on the white rice paper, the song "Peony in Front of the Steps" seemed to be about to come out.

Fan Hui and Shi Xie, Yan Hua Zi Chen.

The red is drunk and the dew is thick, and the slender is left in the spring.

Lonely appreciation of the twilight, the wind shakes frequently.

The night window is fragrant, and the secluded person knows each other.

I would like to give a gift to Qinwei, and you are a southerner.

The more people looked at it, the more they couldn't take their eyes off, and only the sound of careful reading was left in the room.

"Wonderful! It's wonderful. This poem not only writes the beauty of the peony to be extraordinary, but also gives good flowers to the beauty, and the beauty has the majestic ambition of the meaning of the gentleman. Every word is like the fragrance of flowers, refreshing people's hearts. ”

"'The red is drunk and the dew is thick, and the slender is left in the spring.'" Good poetry, good poetry! ”

"In my opinion, it's the sentence 'I wish to give Qin Wei a gift, you southern people.'" It's the best. ”

"The one who writes the lyrics will be like this poem, with the character of wanting to use it and being noble."