When everyone heard Li Panxi's words, they were all a little eager to try. After all, except for the Ou Yu period and Jun Mufeng, who doesn't want to tie the high branch of the Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion?

But although they all want to give it a try, they also know that the gun shoots the first bird, and this first prize still has to be pulled out by Ou Yuji is the most appropriate.

So although everyone wanted to show the ink in their stomachs, they still sat there quietly without squeaking.

Li Panxi saw that everyone's performance was also quite satisfied, so he said to Ou Yuji: "Rainy period, why don't you come first?" ”

Of course, Ou Yuji knew what Li Panxi meant, so he didn't shirk it, stood up and said: "Since this is the case, then the rainy period will be ugly." ”

I saw Ou Yuqi holding his hand against his chin, slightly closing his eyes and meditating for a while, and then he opened his mouth: "The evening breeze dawns the moon, and the clouds go deep into the dream." Only the southern swallow pressed the branches. The cold winter of the moon has passed, and spring is coming. The late day is the spring willow, and there should be a painting Luo Yi. Dancing on tiptoe. Don't wait for spring to come and go, sigh time. ”

After the rainy period was finished, he smiled at everyone and said: "The song "Southern Songzi Spring Return" in the rainy period makes everyone laugh, so it can be regarded as throwing bricks and attracting jade. ”

Everyone knew that Ou Yuji was humble, but no one dared to really stand up and say that there was anything wrong with this song, so they opened their mouths to compliment, and the atmosphere became lively for a while.

Bai Caishan was also eager to try, stood up impatiently, and said: ""Nangezi made during the rainy period, Caishan will make a song "Xingxiangzi". ”

Bai Caishan winked at Ou Yuqi and groaned: "Dressed in a neon dress, her eyes are slightly open." Step lightly, and dye the dust incense. The water sleeves are slender and jade, and the clouds are flying. The law is green, smiling, and emotional. The distant mountains are like paintings, and they look like immortals up close. Urging flowers to rain, dripping into the mortal world. It's like a dream, like the next year. The fog is thick and deep, the clouds are deep and light, and the rain is deep and clear. ”

After Bai Caishan finished writing, she returned to her position, although her line of incense is also good, but because it has some same words as the southern song in the Ouyu period, it seems a little unbrilliant.

Shen Xiangning also stood up, walked to the middle, looked at everyone, and said, "Xiangning is not talented, so he can only compose a song "Huanxi Sha". ”

After a pause, he said: "The rain and fog are slightly falling on the yellow hair, the silk yarn is dotted with bead dust, the green smoke is drifting, the wind is passing by, the bird has been settled, but the swallow has no return after the years." ”

The three poems have been completed, although they are not as brilliant as the Ouyu period, but they are not far behind. After all, they are all daughters of a family, so they have put some effort into this poetry.

Now, only Ruo Wanqing and Ruo Mengning are left in the women's banquet.

Selfishly, everyone is actually waiting to see their jokes, born merchants, what good writing can there be?

So except for Jun Mufeng, the rest of the people all looked at the Ruojia sisters, with a little contempt in their eyes, as if they were waiting for something good.

If the late Qing Dynasty was confident, although Xiao Lianyi did not invite any good female gentlemen, but at that time, in order not to let Jun Mufeng look down on herself, she still studied some poems in private.

So Ruo Wanqing stood up, bowed to everyone, and didn't talk nonsense, and chanted directly: "The cold night is bleak and the moon is full." Holding a gold bottle, walking alone by the river. The apple wind brushed between the willow branches. The moon is on the top, and this goes through the years. It's just that the smoke and water are separated. The active dream soul, complaining about the moon and sorrow. This situation is hard to get rid of. Thousands of feet of hairspring, empty mind. ”

If the late Qing Dynasty's song "A Cut of Plums" made everyone stunned, but they didn't expect that this late Qing Dynasty could also chant such words.

It's just that those sisters-in-law are appreciative in their eyes, but they are not convinced in the eyes of their sisters-in-law.

Ou Yuji didn't think about it, anyway, she was here, and she couldn't make a difference with Ruo Wanqing, but Shen Xiangning and Bai Caishan were the same.

Li Panxi was also a little impressed by this late Qing Dynasty, and saw that Shen and Bai were obviously unconvinced, so he said: "I didn't expect this poetry meeting to be full of talented women, but this is not enough to have words, and the poetry meeting must have poetry to be complete." Why don't you just write a poem next? There is no limit to the topic. ”

As soon as Li Panxi finished speaking, Shen Xiangning stood up, and without waiting for everyone to react, he opened his mouth: "At the end of the day, I was shocked, and I suddenly heard the sound of surprise outside the court. Xiaofeng skipped the sound of the sound, and then the sound of breaking the intestines again. ”

Shen Xiang gave up, pouted at Ruo Wanqing, smiled, and then sat down in his seat.

Ruo Wanqing of course saw Shen Xiangning's behavior, but because he didn't think about it, he could only bear it.

At this time, Ruo Mengning stood up and said: "Mengning is not talented, and the lyrics are not as good as the sisters, so Mengning will not be ugly." But this poem, Meng Ning can try it once. ”

After that, she walked to the middle, thought for a while, and read: "At dawn, I heard the cicadas, and the water in the mountains was clear." When the idle court returns, who is responsible. ”

After Ruo Mengning finished speaking, he returned to his seat. She just wanted to participate, so as not to be looked down upon.

So she wrote this poem without merit and without merit.

Although everyone also feels this way, they are not critical of her, so they applaud symbolically, which can be regarded as recognition.

Ruo Wanqing was a little unhappy in her heart, originally she wanted to make Ruo Mengning ugly, but she didn't expect that this Ruo Mengning could actually make up a song in a crepe.

Just thinking about it, I heard Bai Caishan's voice coming: "Caishan is not talented, please teach me in the late Qing Dynasty." ”

This can be a name for the next battle book, Ruo Wanqing gathered away the somewhat distracted attention just now, and waited with bated breath for Bai Caishan's next words.

"The jade pavilion is here, and the glow is golden. Fang feast golden bell cup, Su E Mo resignation. ”

After Bai Caishan finished speaking, she stood there and said to Ruo Wanqing: "Miss Ruo, it's your turn." ”

Ruo Wanqing was also a little dazed by this inexplicable hostility, but she also knew that if she didn't accept this battle flag, she would lose her face.

So she touched the bracelet and stood up. After touching it for a while, he spoke: "Xi is slightly misty and smoke is everywhere, and the concubine is neutral in the smoke." The layman returns to the snow sleeves, but she is a true woman of Feiqiongyu. ”

After everyone listened, they were all silent, and anyone could hear that this late Qing Dynasty was better than Bai Caishan's skills, but because they were all good friends, everyone could only say nothing.

Bai Caishan could hear it herself, so even if she was reluctant, she nodded with a smile at Ruowan Qingstiff and returned to her position.

Li Panxi looked at the situation in front of him and pondered for a while, and now he had a little score in his heart, so he opened his mouth to say some scenes, which can be regarded as drawing an end to the poetry meeting.

The next thing was the small talk of some daughters' families, because Ruowan was in the limelight, so the other three families did not exclude her. Only Ruo Mengning buried her head alone, eating the sweets and fruits in front of her.

Jun Mufeng really wasn't interested in gossiping with the other three sons, so he just listened silently on the side and didn't say a word.

(The poems and lyrics are written by themselves, because it is the first time, so please forgive the readers for some deficiencies~)