The green eaves of Daiwa are covered with frost and snow, the partition wall is still fragrant with dew, and the Taoyuan fairy sleeps under the tree.

"This Daiwa with new snow, red plum with courtyard wall, Lu Pavilion tip is small, but it is a good painting, although Zi Cheng is not good at poetry, but the pen is very good, not as good as Zi Cheng painting, how about I wait for the inscription of the poem?" Ouyang Jinyu proposed.

Wan Chuan's tone was very bad for some reason, it was extremely inconsistent with his long-sleeved and good dancing temperament, Tang Yue heard that something was wrong and looked at Bai Li, Bai Li stepped forward and whispered in her ear: "Zicheng doesn't like people who will do anything to cling to the powerful." ”

Come to think of it, Wan Chuan and Ye Shen are very good at Cang Geng's craftsmanship, this Ouyang Jinyu picked up sesame seeds and threw watermelons?

"That's a brilliant idea, don't you want to ask them to come too, lest they say that we eat alone?"

"It's easy to spoil the artistic conception here when there are too many people. "This voice is the second uncle!

Tang Hu Tang Yue hurriedly looked at the other party, Tang Hu nodded and beckoned Qing Song to come over and whispered, telling him to take a look outside, not to alarm the others, they are not just here to play today.

Anyway, Cang Geng is also half of their sister.

Cui Yan is a painting idiot, and he is still in the palace, so if he is so interrupted, how can the rest of the people dare to say the word "no"?

When several people saw him coming, they greeted him one after another, "Why is Mr. here too?"

"Treading the snow to find plums. Cui Yan looked around a few times and instructed the scholar to grind and lay the paper, "The scenery here is unique, and you are chanting poetry, so you can see if there is anything that I can see, so that I can set off this painting." His words were indifferent, and he didn't take a few people in his eyes, but no one dared to say anything.

The host seems to know that this place is good, there is a stone table and stone bench left next to the plum tree at the corner, not much, only four, Wan Chuan Ye Shen occupies two, turns the fan at will, and his eyes fall straight on Cui Yan's picture scroll, Cui Yan monopolizes the table, Ouyang Jinyu and the person who called Ziqing seem to be poetic, and break a plum branch and pace on the snow. The dark purple cloak was slightly raised to reveal the dark boots and the corner of the brocade robe, so that the rich and noble people had the heart to find flowers and make poems in such a cold season, regardless of whether the winter snow would wet their clothes.

Qing Song listened and came back to report: "That son named Ziqing seems to be the young master of the British family." ”

"British male?" Tang Hu played with the charcoal fire and used his strength to sparkle sparks, almost burning his hands, "I remember that their family caught Ouyang Jinyu this year? ”

Cang Geng's face darkened by three points when he heard Tang Hu's words, and Tang Yue threw a knife at Tang Hu, intending to divert the topic, "The British Duke seems to have obtained the right to circulate official money for several years, and the British Mansion is standing behind the Sun family's bank. ”

"The eldest son of their family served in the Yushitai, and there was a daughter who married the king of Ningjun, and his father stopped looking at the king of Ningjun. It was Dongyang who opened the curtain and spoke, "But this year, the British prince wantonly recruited scholars to annoy his father, and his father wanted to change his family to take over the circulation of official silver." ”

Dongyang saw that the pavilion was burning very warm, took off his cloak and handed it to the maid, pinched the light incense cloud pattern boots of pinching gold and digging clouds, stepped on the bluestone slab and walked to the table a few steps, the blue gold and green double ring Ruyi Palace Silk on the waist swayed, the silver phoenix beads hanging from the sideburns swayed slowly, and her red cheeks were so tender that she could pinch out the water because of the cold outside.

"Princess. Several people got up to salute, but Dongyang was extremely happy to pull up a few people today, and after a few introductions, Dongyang smelled that a few people outside the wall had begun to fight poetry, and it seemed that a few sons or scholars from a poor family had come or something, and they were so anxious that their foreheads were sweating, "Why don't we go and join in the fun?"

"Princess" Tang Yue was helpless, didn't they come to Ouyang Jinyu today? and deliberately pulled a few men for the convenience of this play, just to prevent others from making tongues and ruining her reputation, how could she think that one out is one out.

But how does Dongyang look like he has something on his mind?

Tang Yue took a closer look, Dongyang turned his head and didn't dare to look at Tang Yue, Tang Yue was suspicious, it seemed that he had to find time to ask.

"That's a good idea, and it's good to kill those people. Lu Wenjun closed the teacup, and the arrogance of the crisp eyebrows and eyes.

Tang Yue helplessly pulled Yang Liu's sleeve and buried it in Yang Liu's arms and sighed, how could she forget that this is also a master who doesn't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement!

Lin Xian rolled her eyes, and ordered Ruyi to find pen, ink, paper, and inkstone: "Princess, this idea is good, count me in." "Kill that Ouyang Jinyu's majesty, and give Cang Geng a breath.

Tang Yue shook his head, these talented women!

"I can't compose poems, you can do this! I will prepare food for you with Cang Geng! Wait for your triumph!" Tang Yue fortunately flicked her sleeves and barbecued with Cang Geng, although she is not good at her skills, but the barbecue is easy to use! Cang Geng has prepared the seasoning, if she still can't make her face where to put it?

Bai Li Tang Hu saw that there seemed to be nothing wrong with them, several girls were divided, and the water was boiling again, Tang Hu's eyes lit up, and he added tea leaves to make tea, and pulled Bai Li to listen to the wind and snow while picking up the curtains, enjoying the flowers and snow, and falling in love and killing each other by the way.

At this time, someone outside the wall recited loudly, "Mei Xue makes Fangxin." The sun greets the moon. Competing for the praise of the piano hall, Wan Ting. Full of glow and bright carp garden. Cranes and other turtles are older. Eighty immortals woke up drunk. Good Qian Luoyang Chi Reputation Hand, Danqing. Begging to be a birthday star in the world. ”

It was that Ziqing, and after Fang recited, an unfamiliar voice praised him, "Not bad, not bad! ”

Wan Chuan rolled his eyes, looking down on these people who were high and low, and poked Ye Shen, "Do you want to go too, give them some color and take a look?"

Ye Shen glanced at him, and turned his head to Cui Yannu, who was painting.

Cui Yan's eyebrows were frowning, the tip of his nose paused for consideration, and there was no poetry on it.

"And no one has a birthday, what do you say about cranes and turtles?" Lu Wenjun was very disdainful, Lin Xian only smiled, "People have to tell you if they can't do it?"

called auspicious and instructed, "I remember that there is a man named Xiao Si'er who came with me today, very smart, you call him to ask outside the wall, we also want to join in the fun to see if they are allowed or not, if they are not allowed, they must be provoked." ”

"Yes. ”

"You're buying and selling. Lu Wenjun stared at the dim sum plate with his eyes, as if he wanted to eat which piece he wanted to eat?

Dongyang praised it, "What about buying and selling? We are learning from others, and treating others in their own way!" and muttered in a low voice, "Whoever asked them to catch their sons-in-law has never asked for other people's opinions." ”

This was said quietly, but Lin Xian heard it, and her heart became a little angry.

Xiao Si'er is a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, tiger head, two black eyes with a very strong aura, because he is growing his body and has little flesh on his body, he looks like the same as the doll who steals adult clothes in thick winter clothes.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Xiao Si'er was very polite, and when he saw everyone looking at him, he said clearly, "My master heard that you meet friends in writing, and if you write well, you can write on Mr. Cui Yancui's paintings, and I want to give it a try, I don't know if it's possible?"

That Ziqing seems to be extremely popular among the people, seeing that although this little doll's clothes are good materials, they obviously do not fit, and seeing that the green eaves of this Daiwa are all ordinary materials, and the side door is also a small wooden door, I can't help but look down on it a little, thinking that there will be a bottom to set off his poems, which is very refreshing.

Nowadays, meeting friends in writing is a romantic affair.

Cui Yan only looked up and didn't say anything.

This side got an answer, and Lu Wenjun and Lin Xian over there immediately laid out the paper and studied the inscription.

Dongyang and Tang Yue came up to take a look.

Lu Wenjun wrote a calligraphy, elegant and chic, the ink color is light and suitable, because the ink used is added to the osmanthus smell, there is a light and quiet meaning.

"Who is the plum in the snow, and the plum snow has 10,000 branches. If there is no boat in Shicheng, Mo Chou will still have his own worries. Tang Yue read out loud and looked at Lu Wenjun in surprise, this poem ...... It's what she did in her previous life.

"Sister, I'm afraid they won't understand this poem. Lin Xian stopped writing and looked at it, nodding as if she had a good relationship with Lu Wenjun.

"People with a heart read poems with a heart. Lu Wenjun smiled lightly, "Let's see if he has a clear conscience." ”

Turning his head to look at Lin Xian's poem, the ink has not dried, it is a flying white body, Lu Wenjun said with a smile, "Take the handwriting of his hair is called white, and his momentum is like flying." The word sister is rich and simple, and it is like Kunpeng wanting to fly high in the sky, and I really can't think of a girl's family writing it. ”

Lin Xian shook her head humbly: "It's a pity that poetry is not as good as my sister." ”

Dongyang and Tang Yue looked at each other and laughed dryly, Tang Yue said, "I think my cousin's poem is not bad." It just so happened that I also saw that the British public was not pleasing to the eye. There is a plum tree in front of the court, and the cold is not opened. Only say that flowers are like snow, but there is fragrance to come. These words are far better than those Ziqing!"

Lin Xian smiled and shook her head, "Ruyi, take it out and show it to them." ”

Bai Li took this opportunity to hide from Tang Hu and pour wine, shaking his head and commenting: "People in the world write poems, not only in the poems themselves, but also in the words. Mr. Cui Yan is everyone, his words are picturesque, people see them like picturesque, the best thing about the two girls is that they can't see that they are female Jiao'e, but think they are two young men, and if the mystery is revealed, they will be surprised!"

"I'm afraid that other people's skin is thicker than the corner of the city wall, and they can't wipe their faces. Lu Wenjun was a little worried, there were many people, and Ouyang Jinyu was troublesome whether to come or not, and he had to find a way to separate people.

Xiao Si'er took two pieces of paper and went out, and respectfully handed them to Cui Yan, "Sir, please take a look." ”

Wan Chuan and Ye Shen looked at the word unscrupulously with their seats, "The words are good, the poems are better, what do you think, sir?"

Cui Yan nodded, "It's good, it's just that people are ......" Before he finished speaking, Ye Shen still wanted to continue, Cui Yan only lowered his head to paint, and his voice was so low that only the three of them could hear clearly, "This master is very playful." ”

Wanchuan Ye Shen was confused, just two words, how could he see that he was playing with a heavy heart? Ye Shen looked at the content of the poem carefully, and felt even more inexplicable, Na Ziqing was not to be outdone, seeing Ye Shen rushing to see the words in front of him, his face was full of displeasure, and he stepped forward to grab it, and he made a loud noise, and read out the poem, but his face became more and more unsightly.

It's about the same as the bottom of the pot.

Wan Chuan laughed so hard that his waist was almost straight.

Call you a bully!

The hosts of this house are wonderful!

"I don't know who the head of the family is?" asked Ouyang Jinyu when she saw this.

Xiao Si'er smiled, and only asked Cui Yan, "Sir, I don't know if my master's poems can still be seen?"

Cui Yan only looked up at Xiao Si'er, looking very seriously.