Wang Yurou listened, and said a little hesitantly: "Yongdaihua, this predecessor has made a little more, Zhuyu is in front, and I am not really a great sage of literature and Taoism, how to make it?" she said and glanced at Lin Xuanchen secretly, meaning that if it is Yongdai, I am afraid that except for the "holy hand in the word", everyone else will have to fall behind.

"That's fine. Mrs. Feng was confident: "Just now the concubine talked to the master in the private school, and Wang Shanbao's family is also there, and I feel that this chrysanthemum poem has another way to play: now with chrysanthemums as guests, people-oriented, several topics are proposed, all of which are two words: a virtual word, a real word, the real word uses the word 'chrysanthemum', and the virtual word uses the general door." In this way, it is a chrysanthemum, and it is a blessing, and no one has done it before, and it cannot be trapped. The scenery and the song are closed, fresh and generous. What do you think?"

"This is good!" Lin Xuanchen first said: "It's really elegant, flexible, and avoids all kinds of traps of the ancients, it's a flash of inspiration, but I don't know what rhyme is limited?"

"Good sister, spare us!" As soon as Lin Xuanchen's words fell, Long Qian'er behind her pounced on her and hugged her: "Limit the rhyme or something, it's too difficult." Mrs. Feng also nodded and said: "The concubine body doesn't respect the rhyme limit very much, there are clearly good poems, why bother to be bound by rhyme." Let's not learn from that small school, just ask questions, don't rhyme. It turned out that everyone occasionally got a good sentence for fun, and it was not difficult for people, so that everyone's perception could be further refined. Lin Xuanchen said: "It's okay, but with chrysanthemum as a song, there has to be a topic, I have a whole pair here, but I don't know if you dare to try it?" I originally thought that since everyone occasionally got a good sentence, there is no limit to the rhyme, then the number is not limited, with one as the base, it can not be less, more will be arbitrary, and the whole work is not indispensable, so everyone must be energetic and energetic, and come up with their best level, do you say this is the truth?"

Wang Yurou listened to what she said, and then said, "What did Lord Sacrificial Wine say? That's ten topics?"

Lin Xuanchen said with a smile: "What kind of 'pair' can ten become, if I come up with a question, it must be twelve, just like the calligraphy and painting posts that have been handed down." Zhao Yuheng exclaimed: "Wouldn't that become an excerpt?" After speaking, everyone laughed. Lin Xuanchen commanded Long Qian'er and said, "Go and beat your second brother, how can you speak!" So Long Qian'er turned into a juvenile tyrannosaurus and pounced on Zhao Yuheng.

Long Qian'er's intentions Lin Xuanchen knows, or no one in this mansion doesn't know, that is, it is better to be able to sit on the throne of Dafujin, and if you can't sit down, you must at least be an aunt, Long Qian'er herself also yearns for the second brother, and after the theft that night, she has no way out, at this time, she was instigated by Lin Xuanchen, and naturally fought with Zhao Yuheng. Both of them have been playing since they were children, so how could they really do it, but scratching their armpits, beating them with little pink fists, just joking, and everyone else just laughed.

Wang Yurou is a little jealous here, after staying in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion that night and saying a lot of thoughtful words, Wang Yurou ate inexplicable vinegar to Lin Xuanchen, not for Zhao Yuheng, but for the silver dust that she may not get in the next life.

Wang Yurou yearns for Yinchen very much, because Yinchen is the most typical and symbolic "successful man" in her eyes, and the Hanlin Academy lectures are the masters of the Jinshi, and he is naturally a master who studies the ancient sages to the bones, plus a lot of money, and a military attache position, that is really the pillar of the imperial court, her point of view is the same as Zhao Guangyi's before, Yinchen is an excellent material to be made, an imperial star.

Since he was jealous, and he couldn't really hold hostility, he could only squeeze it around the bush, so Wang Yuju said: "Since you are ready, show it to everyone, Pinpin, isn't it?"

Lin Xuanchen said: "That's natural, but it's still that sentence, everyone who sees it has a song, and it doesn't matter if there are many, when the time comes, all of them will be combined, and each one will be judged by looking at each one, so that there is no need to win by quantity." As he spoke, he took twelve banners made of silk cloth from the little bell (all the royal souls follow her all the time, and the little bell has always helped Lin Xuanchen get things because he is proficient in enchantments and has the ability to store space, so he has always helped Lin Xuanchen take things) and spread them out one by one, and said: "The first is "Remembering the Chrysanthemum"; Both for the chrysanthemum but not groaning, but also feel that the chrysanthemum has no color, the sixth is "Yongdai"; both into the chapter, must not be for the pen and ink, the seventh is "painting chrysanthemum"; both for the chrysanthemum is busy, I don't know what the beauty of the chrysanthemum, I can't help but ask, the eighth is "ask the chrysanthemum"; the chrysanthemum is like an explanation, so that people can't help but be ecstatic, the ninth is the "hairpin chrysanthemum"; so although the personnel are exhausted, there are still chrysanthemums that can be sung, "chrysanthemum shadow" and "chrysanthemum dream" two songs continue in the eleventh and eleventh; the last volume will be "remnant chrysanthemum" to collect the pretitle of the prime. This is the good times of Sanqiu. Everyone looked amazed, Wang Yurou had nothing to say, Mrs. Feng saw it, and said happily: "It's all ready, sure enough, our sacrificial wine lord is not called in vain! If that's the case, you have to bring the Yaoqin and play the song "Mountains and Flowing Water" to suit the occasion!" said everyone laughing again.

Mrs. Feng was busy with the maid to put on the wine, vegetables and fruits, Lin Xuanchen has always been known for being sick and delicate, although the skills are strong, but in the end the body and bones are poor, where can you eat and drink all day long like these sisters, I have eaten a pot at the old lady's place, at this time it is a grain of food can not enter the mouth, can only take a little soju and sip it gently, warm the stomach and eliminate food, she likes to cook with hot oil on weekdays, but she does not eat much raw, but the cold and diarrhea can not be touched at all, even the sour plum soup has to be hot to drink, because of the accumulation of cold in the body, can form a royal soul, it can be said that the cold is too heavy, and it is cold, not cold, so it adds a symptom of deficiency and not supplementation, frying and cooking things, although food supplementsAt this time, seeing that everyone else was eating some raw and cold fruits, as well as fish and meat that were chilled with preserved ice cubes, he didn't dare to try it, but stared at those banners for a moment, and then gently exchanged for Enma love, took pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and silently chose two questions. As she finished writing, Mrs. Feng came to her and said, "Although there is no limit to the number, but if someone has the intention to win by quantity, what should I do?" Lin Xuanchen smiled: "What else? Of course, it is to select twelve poems corresponding to twelve topics in all the poems, as the best of these poems, and then discuss the order of these fine works, how can anyone in this world use the twelve titles to dominate the crowd and dominate the leader? Wouldn't that become a god of poetry?" Mrs. Feng felt that she was right, nodded and said: " This rule is good, anyway, when discussing poetry, justice is in the hearts of the people, how can one person lead the way. At this time, Wang Yurou suddenly said: "Xiaoxiangzi, you're not right, these topics were arranged by you in the past, don't you yourself?" Lin Xuanchen sneered arrogantly when he heard this: "Although I sacrifice wine, I am not a god, and the so-called 'holy hand' is famous, but the ignorant people in the market are mixed, and I don't have the face to take it seriously! Wang Yurou was embarrassed by her again, and only lowered her head to drink tea.

Soon the night came, and the people played for a while, and talked a lot, and then they all dispersed. On the second day, Long Qian'er and the others began to think as soon as they opened their eyes, and they even forgot to go to ask for peace, and the old lady knew the reason, so she ordered someone to send a message to ask An to move to the evening, and did not tell the reason. Long Qian'er and other girls were in a daze all day long, and Zhao Yuheng sat all morning as if he was stunned, just muttering in his mouth, and Liu Mengyi in the room was always prepared with pen and ink, and the maids only thought that he wanted to follow the example of the ancients and hate the sky, and be a temporary "poetry maniac", crazy for a day, so that the aphorisms could be passed down through the ages, so they ignored him, Zhao Yuheng himself also fell quiet, and he was very wonderful. In the hundred gardens, the group of beautiful poems, the atmosphere is noble, but outside the palace gate is crowded, the voice is boiling, when the sun is three poles, there is actually a faint riot, only to see a team of forbidden soldiers in heavy armor hanging, holding spears, the street in front of the Chongwang Mansion is sealed, bluffing a few corner door of the family quickly closed the door, was about to send a steward to ask about the situation, but saw a dragon forbidden lieutenant out of the forbidden army opposite, pulled a corner door Ding said: " Go and tell your steward master, it's okay, it's okay, that is, today's list, there are a number of things that don't know how to be lifted, rebel against the will, and bewitch the public, saying that there are people cheating in the title of the gold list, and the emperor is estimated to send someone to take it, this time there are many people who enter Beijing to take the exam, and it is difficult to investigate, and I am afraid that there are bastards from Zongmange hiding in the middle, so I go to the street to close the road! If you are traveling with adults, you don't need to bring more guards. When the family heard this, he thanked him first, and then came back to tell the person in charge that this person in charge was no one else, so he secretly sent Qin Buzhou, who was serving the death of the palace, Qin Buzhou listened, and threw out a tael of silver to the family and said: "Go and return the gift to the master, and come back with ten copper plates." When the family heard this, he thanked him again, and then ran out like a Scud. Qin Buzhou then went back to Wang Shanbao's house, Wang Shanbao's family told Mrs. Wang, Mrs. Wang said: "It's okay, the right to listen to the new things, today it is estimated that there is no lady in the house who is willing to go out, and if you want to go, it is also your second grandfather (Zhao Yuheng) after making a poem, find someone else to play, you go to Qin Buzhou and tell him to be careful, in terms of tokens, don't we have a waist card? In the past, there was also a strict order, no waist card is not allowed to go out, don't come in if you go out, now someone commits a crime against the wind, then don't blame me for being ruthless!" Wang Shanbao's family went down to order, for a while there was no reaction in the palace, the servants of the family all looked at the fire from the other side, the wind and waves were calm up and down the house, the day was so vague, when it was time to hold the lamp, the old lady actually ran to Daoxiang Village to sit in person, where did Mrs. Feng dare to slacken, carefully served, and ordered the maids to hang a banner on the side of the shadow wall in the pavilion outside the house, and then pasted the works carefully selected by the twelve beasts below. Within one day, no matter Mrs. Miss in the Hundred Gardens, even a maid like Liu Mengyi wrote one or two poems and sent them, the people in the poetry club naturally used the nickname, and outsiders could only write their names, Mrs. Feng invited Mr. Feng to give lectures to Zhao Yuheng and other gentlemen Mr. Private School (that is, the real and unknown prince Taibao, because Zhao Yuheng did not like to study, he was not officially hired) to read, while admiring and selecting twelve poems, as a result, all the places were occupied by people in the poetry society, Mrs. Wang and others, themselves are not knowledgeable people, and those sent over are limericks, Liu Mengyi and others, some small talents, but chrysanthemum poems really look easy, difficult to write, and send a few poems, including Wang Yunfang, Fan Daier, Liu Mengyi's, many boudoir words, small family spirit, fell down, and in the end, there was no song that could reconcile Mrs. Feng's mind, so they were all eliminated, leaving only twelve boutiques, posted out, the old lady ordered Juan'er to read it, and couldn't help but applaud.

But the Tao is:

Yi Ju

Lyric Gentleman

Looking forward to the west wind and thinking about it, when the red reeds are white and the intestines are broken.

There is no trace of the empty fence in the old garden, and the thin moon is clear and frosty.

Thinking of the heart with the return of the wild goose, few sit and listen to the evening anvil idiot,

Who pities me for my yellow flower disease?

Visit chrysanthemum

The Lord of the Flower Palace

Take advantage of the frost to try a visit, and the wine glass and medicine cup will not be drowned.

Who planted it under the moon before the frost?

The wax clogs are in love from afar, and the cold groaning is not very happy.

If the yellow flower relieves the poet, he will hang the head of the cane today!

Grow chrysanthemums

The Lord of the Flower Palace

With the hoe autumn garden moved to the fence in front of the garden.

Last night I didn't expect to live through the rain, and today I still like to bring frost.

Thousands of autumn poems are chanted, and a glass of cold wine is drunk.

The spring irrigation mud seal is diligent and cherished, and it is good to know that the well path is free of dust.

To chrysanthemums

Pillow Kasumiko

Don't move to the expensive gold, one shallow and one deep.

Xiao Shu sat on the side of the fence, hugging his knees and groaning in the cold fragrance.

There is no king in the world, it seems that there is only my bosom friend.

The autumn light flies and lives up, and it is relatively good to cherish the yin.

For chrysanthemums

Pillow Kasumiko

Playing the piano and drinking wine is very happy, and several cases are embellished.

The incense is divided into three paths, and the bookmaker is on a branch of autumn.

The frost clear paper tent comes to a new dream, and the garden is cold and the sun reminisces about the old tour.

Proud of the world also because of the same smell, the spring breeze peach and plum are not drowned.

Chrysanthemum

Concubine Xiaoxiang

The rogue poet invades at dusk, and the sound of self-sinking around the fence stone is self-sinking.

Milliduan Yunxiu Linshuang wrote, and the mouth was fragrant to the moon.

The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, who will solve the autumn heart?

After Tao Lingpingzhang, the eternal high wind said to the present.

Draw chrysanthemums

Lyric Gentleman

Poetry and drama are not crazy, how can it be a contest between Danqing and Fei.

The poly leaves are splashed with thousands of inks, and the flowers are dyed with a few traces of frost.

The light and thick spirit will be in front of the wind, jumping off the fragrance of the autumn wrist.

Don't recognize the East Fence as idle, sticking the screen to chat to comfort Chongyang.

Ask Ju

Concubine Xiaoxiang

I don't know what to do with the autumn love, and I muttered my hand to knock on the east fence.

Who is hiding in the lonely standard?

Why is the garden dew garden frost lonely, and the Honggui disease can be lovesick?

If there is no talk in the world, there is no way to interpret the phrase.

Hairpin chrysanthemum

Banana drop-off

The bottle is busy day by day, and the makeup in the mirror is folded.

The son of Chang'an is a, and Mr. Peng Ze is an alcoholic.

The short sideburns are coldly stained with three-path dew, and the kudzu scarf is dyed with nine autumn frosts.

When the high affection is not in the eyes of the people, clap his hands and laugh at the side of the road.

Chrysanthemum Shadow

Pillow Kasumiko

The autumn light is stacked and repeated, and the potential is sneaking into the three paths.

The window is separated from the lamp and depicted far and near, and the fence screen breaks the moon and locks exquisitely.

The cold fang should stay in the soul, and the frost seal conveys the dream of the gods.

Cherish the dark incense and smash it, who is drunk and hazy.

Ju Meng

Concubine Xiaoxiang

The autumn on the fence is clear, and the clouds and the moon are not clear.

Dengxian is not Mu Zhuang gave birth to butterflies, and he reminisced about the old and looked for Tao Lingmeng.

Sleep and follow the goose off, startled back to the old annoyance.

When you wake up, who do you complain about?

Residual chrysanthemum

Banana drop-off

The dew and frost gradually poured down, and the feast was only after the light snow.

There is a lingering fragrance of gold and indifference, and the branches are not full of leaves and green leaves.

The half-bed moon is sick, and the cold clouds and geese are late.

Tomorrow's autumn breeze will know goodbye and break up for the time being.