"Papapapa", everyone took their seats, Jiang Zhongli clapped his palms, and then behind the screen, a gorgeous figure slowly stepped out.

The young lady is delicate, her skin is like clotted fat, white and red, gentle as jade, crystal clear. It is more pure and white than the whitest mutton fat jade, softer and crystalline than the mildest nephrite, more delicate and vivid than the most delicate rose petals, and more beautiful and watery than the clearest crystal.

The complexion is white and greasy, not to mention that there are few such beauties in the north, even in the south of the Yangtze River is extremely rare, the red rose-scented tight-fitting robe sleeve top, the emerald green smoke yarn loose flower skirt is covered underneath, the waist is tied into a big bow with gold silk soft smoke, the sideburns are low and obliquely inserted into the jasper and phoenix hairpins, and the slender body is glamorous and charming.

In the midst of the radiant anticipation, all the men present looked sideways, and many of them had already shown intoxicated expressions, and even worse, their saliva was about to fall.

"This is Qinglian, a famous singer in Jiangnan, my concubine, who is good at singing and dancing, and I am here to entertain you today" Jiang Zhongli looked at the performance of the people in the audience with smugness, quite complacent.

"Sure enough, it's a stunning posture, Qinglian girl, I don't know if I'm lucky enough to see the stunning dance?" Li Juren stroked his beard with high interest, he is more than forty years old, but he is still old and strong.

"This is Qinglian's honor, but Qinglian has a request today", the veiled woman's voice sounded for the first time, as crisp and pleasant as a hollow drum yellow oriole.

"Oh, I don't know what Miss Qinglian wants?" Li Juren looked curious, and the others also looked at this scene with great interest.

"My lord, you see, you are all well-known literati and ink writers, presumably poetry and talent must be superb, today's beautiful scenery near the river, the little girl wants to dance poetry, you give a poem, if the little woman is satisfied, will dance and it, how?" Qinglian woman seems to be shy, so that everyone's hearts are swaying, such a beauty, dancing, must be more enchanting.

"Why not? Miss Qinglian is really different," everyone clapped their hands and said yes, this is the way that literati should be.

"So, let's ask the question."

Qinglian looked anxious, as if she was thinking, and then her eyes turned slightly: "There is snow today, and there are so many beauties on the side, so there must be snow and love words in the verses!"

got the question, everyone fell into thought, who doesn't want to show their literary brilliance in front of the beauty, and wants to perform in front of the Taishou.

Qinglian smiled and looked at the thinking of everyone in the banquet, with a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment, but when her eyes swept over a corner, she was suddenly stunned.

In the line of sight, a young man in white, idle and leaning on the table, his expression is leisurely, a pretty girl, sitting next to him, put the grapes in his hand into the young man's mouth, the two are talking and laughing, and the people around them are completely different from the silent thinking, it seems that the people in the banquet are phantoms.

"Master, how does this grape taste?"

"Sour with sweet, sweet with sour, plus phoenix butterfly your craftsmanship, that's a must", Ren Yi squinted, so comfortable.

Qinglian's face was slightly pale, and her face flushed with a flush, that was not ashamed, but a kind of unwillingness to be ignored, she thought she was peerless, countless people smiled for a smile, she has always been regarded as a pearl role, but at this moment she was ignored by a teenager.

"Hmph!" snorted, and then Qinglian spoke: "Ladies and gentlemen, the time is up."

When the words fell, everyone looked up, with different expressions on their faces, some were full of confidence, and some scratched their ears and cheeks and felt bottomless at a glance.

"How about we just show the masterpiece in order of age, from the oldest to the youngest?" someone suggested.

"Good idea, in this way, it will not hurt the wind and moon, but also be fairer", Jiang Zhongli nodded and stroked his beard.

Speaking of age, Wang Fuzi came out on top.

"Luojing City, east and west, long and long. In the past, the snow was like flowers, and now the flowers are like snow", Wang Fuzi said again and again.

"Good poetry!"

"It is worthy of Mr. Wang Ziyue, a great talent!"

"Good one" in the past snow like flowers, now flowers like snow "Mr. Ziyue deserves to be the champion talent"

After Mr. Wang finished reading, there was a lot of praise at the banquet, and then he set his eyes on Qinglian.

Qinglian smiled brightly, the dark room was shining, and Ying Ying bowed and said: "Lord Wang, you are talented, but it is off topic, I just asked, there must be love and snow in the poem, your scene has arrived, but love has not arrived."

"Hahaha! Miss Qinglian is right, Master Wang, you have ignored love in this poem", Jiang Zhongli said with a smile.

Wang Fuzi smiled frankly and said: "That's right, it's true that there is a lack of love words, it's not a secret, today's poetry is exhausted, and the stomach is empty, and you can only use the words you just made to get by."

When everyone heard Master Wang say this, they felt a little sorry.

"However, although there is no love in this poem, it is also a rare ancient poem, not to mention, Qinglian has always admired the frank man, and today she will make an exception and dance a song for the prince!" Just when everyone was sorry, the woman smiled and said.

"Then Wang is very honored", Wang Fuzi nodded slightly in thanks.

A jingle of the piano sounded, and then the beautiful melody sounded, the cloud sleeves gently swayed the butterfly dance, the slender waist slowly twisted the silk silk, dancing gracefully with the music, like a butterfly fluttering, like a fallen leaf swaying in the air, like a bouquet of flowers in the bush, twisting the waist with the rhythm of the wind, blooming their own brilliance, the sweet smile is always rippling on the little face, elegant as a summer lotus, the waist is beautiful, the style is thousands, charming and moving to rotate, even the skirt is rippling into a hibiscus in the wind, the long black hair is messy in the wind, so beautiful that people suspect that it is Chang'e fairy, the end of the song seems to turn around and shoot swallows, the most is the look back and smile, all kinds of style around the eyebrows。

Before she knew it, the song was over, Qinglian stood up and gasped slightly, brushing the hair around her ears with her hand.

Everyone seemed to be stunned, and they forgot to cheer for a while.

Suddenly, Qinglian's eyes were suddenly stunned, her breath suddenly became chaotic, and she coughed lightly, her little face turned red.

This cough seemed to pull people's thoughts back, and the cheers were instantaneous, endless, Qinglian smiled and bowed her waist to express her gratitude, but the afterglow glanced at Ren Miao, the man was even more excessive!

Dancing by yourself, there are people who don't know Fengyue!

In addition to her, there was also a girl who secretly looked at Ren Miao, but her face was slightly red, and her eyes flashed with a happy look, it was none other than Ren Tingting, who was sitting next to her master, who was obviously very satisfied with Ren Miao's lack of lust with the world.

Next, more than a dozen people read out what they had done one after another, but no one was able to have an amazing or satisfactory work, and Qinglian never danced again.

"It's a pity that such a graceful dance can only be seen for a moment just now, the more beautiful things are, the rarer they are in front of people!" Li Juren regretted his face, and his poems also did not enter the eyes of Qinglian.

"Could it be that you can invite Miss Qinglian in Wuda today?" someone sighed and beat his chest, as if he was very regretful.

"Qinglian is fortunate to be loved by all the adults, isn't there still a son who hasn't written poetry?" Qinglian's footsteps moved slightly, and she actually walked to Ren Yi's table.

"Huh?" Ren Miao looked up, but saw a pair of beautiful eyes that seemed to have flames staring at him, and a hint of hostility was revealed, which puzzled him.

"This son, is the concubine singing and dancing incapable of the eyes? It is difficult to arouse even the interest of the son in composing poetry, or, son, you have no ink on your chest?" Qinglian spoke softly, it seemed that there were thousands of grievances in her tone, she smelled sad, and the listener cried, but there was a needle in the words!

Everyone's attention was focused, and Wang Fuzi saw that Qinglian was targeting Ren Miao, and his expression was slightly displeased, while other people who didn't know Ren Miao's identity frowned, obviously very dissatisfied with this stunned Qing who angered the beauty.

"How can you measure my son-in-law," a dissatisfied crisp female voice sounded, Feng Die raised her head and looked at Qinglian dissatisfied, how could she allow someone to slander the almost perfect son in her heart.

"Really?" Looking at the young girl in front of her, although she was only fourteen or fifteen years old, she was a little young, but she had a different vitality and youthful atmosphere, which made Qinglian a little unhappy, and raised her eyebrows.

Jiang Zhongli on the chairman looked at this scene with interest, obviously without a trace of persuasion, although Ren Miao is the son of Cheng Wuhou, but he has heard of Ren Miao's situation, to put it bluntly, he is an unpopular illegitimate child with a disability, although he has some talent, but it is not enough to make him jealous.

What really interested him was the pretty maid on Ren Ethereal's side, although she was young, her body was already visible, and she had to be said to be a beautiful embryo. Clear and bright pupils, curved willow eyebrows, long eyelashes trembling slightly, fair and flawless skin revealing a faint red powder, thin lips like rose petals delicate and dripping, standing there, as if there is a fresh fragrance quietly spread throughout the room, slowly spreading in everyone's heart.

It has a unique charm that is even more unique than that of Qinglian.

I don't know where this unpopular son of the Hou Mansion got such a stunner from, such a pungent temperament gives him a feeling of brightness.

"Junior learners, I don't know the customs, we are all well-educated people here, why do you mix into a yellow-mouthed child, it's really a bad scenery!"

"That's right, if there is a verse, let me wait and see, if not, leave the table over there, this feast of the wind and the moon, there is no room for people who fish in troubled waters!"

Feng Die and Ren Tingting, who was sitting in the distance, were red and angry!