"Your Royal Highness, you are serious. Wen Chuhan's voice is very soft, in the noisy hall, if you are not careful, you may not be able to hear it clearly.

With Xuanyuan's introduction, Wen Chuhan received the attention of many people.

Cui Zhiyue turned her head and held a jade bottle in her hand, which contained half a bottle of plum wine.

I saw her chin bowed, and her red lips hooked up a friendly smile: "Miss Wen, my name is Cui Zhiyue, you can call me Zhiyue, the first time we meet, give me a lot of advice." ”

deliberately said this, in fact, Cui Zhiyue had known about Wen Chuhan's existence for a long time.

When this woman's status is low, to put it bluntly, even Xie Changyu can't compare...... However, Cui Zhiyue's eyes flashed, this Wen Chuhan's head is considered to be aura, and with Xuanyuansi's goodness, it must be easy to gain a firm foothold in your circle with some thought.

Besides, Zuo Qiushan, who is already short-sighted, is simply disdainful of Wen Chuhan, and he doesn't bother to pay attention to it.

The nobles in Beijing have their own ways of playing and friends in their boudoirs, Meng Jiaojiao and Shangguan are good friends in March, and several people are chatting about their own things in groups.

There were a few young ladies who went to visit Jinxiu Street with Meng Jiaojiao yesterday and laughed at the man Meng Jiaojiao met yesterday, and after a few words, Meng Jiaojiao's young lady got angry and said angrily: "You don't say a few words, do you want a few of you to talk about Miss Ben's affairs?"

Shangguan March listened to it, and almost understood that Meng Jiaojiao was making a fool, and patted Meng Jiaojiao on the shoulder: "Don't pay attention to them, take a look at the son opposite, do you like it?"

Meng Jiaojiao blushed and snorted: "No!"

Shangguan March shook her head, her friend's eyes are above the top, and her own house is not a very high lintel, and she is also heartbroken when she talks about the Meng family's search for a lover for Meng Jiaojiao, and she can be regarded as holding this little daughter in her hand and loving her.

......

The hall became noisy for a moment.

Xuanyuan Ling spoke appropriately: "Si'er, you are responsible for organizing today's banquet, and talk about the rules of tonight's game." ”

Showing talent has always been the most direct way for men and women to get to know each other at royal banquets.

Of course, there is a reason to find a reason, so there are also more so-called games.

Xuanyuan smiled: "Of course,"

She waved her hand, and the dancing singers in the center dispersed, and a group of palace maids entered in an orderly manner, holding trays in their hands.

Xuanyuan Ling was puzzled, and looked at a palace maid who presented the wooden card in the tray in front of the desk.

On the other side, Cui Zhiyue got the wooden card, and when she saw the words in her hand, she raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Seventh princess, you can talk about the rules of the game." ”

Xuanyuan Si raised his chin, held the wooden card in front of him, and said loudly: "We will play a new game at this banquet, the wooden card word, the rules of the game are very simple, you can see the words on the wooden card, the words on the wooden card are different for each person, but they are all words about the season." ”

Putting down the wooden card, Xuanyuan Si continued: "Everyone needs to improvise a poem on the words on the wooden card, and those who can't do it will be fined three glasses of wine and perform their talents in public. ”

It is self-evident that as soon as this rule came out, men and women in the hall discussed it one after another.

It's funny, there are even substitute talents!

"Hahaha~ This rule is very good, very good~"

The laughing and uninhibited person is Li Zhi, he is nostalgic for the land of flowers and willows in Beijing, his appearance is abnormal, the opposite sex has always been excellent, and he is the first person to boast of being romantic, and even the hearts of countless nobles here have been sucked by Li Zhi.

At this time, young men and women who are not very good at poetry and singing are relieved

Only Wen Chuhan was a little cramped and asked, "Princess, Chuhan is not very good at making poems, and I don't know anyone in the hall." ”

When she said this, Xuanyuan Si's heart softened, and she held Wen Chuhan's hand and patted her chest: "Sister Wen, don't worry, no one can make a poem and you can't make it~ Wait!"

Wen Chuhan nodded: "Thank you, princess." ”

"Sister Wen, don't be polite to me. ”

On one side, Cui Zhiyue's gaze just met Wen Chuhan, and they all nodded with a smile.

Cui Zhiyue also glanced at Wen Chuhan in her heart, only to feel that this woman was also a master of playing with people's hearts.

It is a human being, both men and women have a desire to protect, if they can protect the weak, one can satisfy the arrogance of the heart, and the other is to show their status and ability.

Wen Chuhan was able to grasp Xuanyuan Si just right, and it was easy again, so she had to make Cui Zhiyue notice her.

"Alright, let's get started, Si'er, where to start. ”

Xuanyuan nodded and motioned for the palace maid to draw the words.

"Start with the words drawn by the palace maid, and go to the right in order. ”

When the palace maid began to draw words, the singers gathered outside the window also followed the piano.

Tasteful.

At this time, in the center of Weiyang Lake, there are two small painting boats heading towards the big boat in the center.

Xie Changyu stood tall and tall, placed on the bow of the boat, and saw another painting boat from a distance, and wondered in his heart, there would really be a poor student with this kind of thought...... Then she'll have to do it.

She pulled out a red porcelain vase from her bosom and poured the liquid into the lake.

As you go, pull out the jade flute from your waist and play.

The tune is unusually sad.

The two people in the painting boat frowned when they heard the song.

Wang Zhao shook his head and sighed: "What kind of genius can play typhoid fu so uniquely." ”

Typhoid Fu is a famous song that has been circulated for a hundred years, to the effect that it is a tragic story of a poor scholar who is unsatisfactory in his scientific examination, and who reads hard in the cold window as floating clouds.

Although the story of this song is old-fashioned, it is good at arranging.

Ordinary musicians are good at using erhu playing to spit out and highlight the artistic conception and grief of this song...

There are very few people who play the flute, and the sound of the flute outside the boat is even more beautiful and sad than the erhu.

Jiang Yan got up and opened the bead curtain of the painting boat: "It's already here, you might as well see which scholar is sad and sad." ”

Wang Zhao agreed.

However, as soon as the two stepped out of the painting boat, the hull of the boat shook suddenly, but fortunately, the two of them had extraordinary martial arts, and they shook and stood firm.

"Brother Jiang, what's going on?"

Wang Zhao lowered his head and saw that something seemed to be coming in groups on the black lake, and it must have stopped under the painting boat, which made the hull of the boat turbulent.

Jiang Yan only glanced at it and knew what was happening.

"The fish scrambled to swim for food, and someone put medicine in the lake. ”

He looked up sideways, looking for the sound of the song, and soon looked into the distance.

Far away, in the hazy moonlight, he couldn't see the person's facial features clearly, but the figure looked very familiar, Jiang Yan thought that this person must have seen it himself, so he would feel familiar.

The two of them sat on a small painting boat, which could not withstand the bumps, and after two strokes, the boat overflowed, wetting the upper of their shoes.

"Go up. ”

Jiang Yan flew to the big boat in front of him, and in a moment the person had already reached the mast on the second floor.

Subsequently, Wang Zhao also flew up.

Under the moonlight, two beautiful men stood in the bow of the boat in the wind, their black hair and clothes raised in the wind, like immortals.