Chapter 1129: The Lotus Champs and the Poetic Dealer (3)

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Outside the hall, Jun Huaijin watched this scene quietly, obviously a happy picture, but she only felt bitter.

She retracted her foot, turned to look at the sky to the west, and laughed mockingly: "Other people's children, the first thing they learn is to call their mother, it's good to think about it, but the first time to call is their own father." What a ruthless woman, she doesn't even want her own son......"

After she finished speaking, she didn't have the heart to go in to visit Niannian, so she just walked away with a calm face.

Three days later, the Nanwang Mansion in Daliang Town was particularly lively.

Shen Miaoyan held a flower banquet for the first time, so the invited ladies were flattered and came with heavy gifts.

The Lotus Pavilion is exquisitely furnished, and there are ten small round tables in the hall, on which there are lotus cakes, lotus leaf cakes, lotus seed teas and other things made by the new lotus this year, all of which are exquisite and delicious.

The lotus pavilion is adjacent to the garden lake, the bamboo curtain is rolled high, and the green lotus leaves and a little pink lotus in the lake are boundless as far as the eye can see.

The hall is diffused with a shallow fragrance of lotus leaves, which is very good.

Several young ladies who arrived first had already taken their seats, shaking their fans, smiling and talking together.

After another quarter of an hour, everyone was almost there, and even Wei Lingxuan was already seated.

She was wearing a pomegranate red placket palace skirt today, with a lotus flower on her forehead, and a hanging tassel gold hairpin inserted in her snake bun, dressed up extraordinarily gorgeously, and was smiling with the dealer next to her.

"Concubine Ben is late, I hope you sisters will forgive me."

The sweet voice came, and everyone looked over, only to see Shen Miaoyan wearing a pear-colored heavy sarla skirt, a ruby hairpin between the cloud sideburns, shaking the ivory handle Hunan embroidered peony fan, red lips and white teeth, and the end was as beautiful as the wind and moon.

All the women got up and curtsied together: "Princess Niangniang." ”

Shen Miaoyan glanced at Wei Lingxuan out of the corner of her eye, but saw her sitting next to the water pavilion, only smiling and taking a sip of tea, and never got up to say hello.

She didn't mind, and sat down on the upper seat, "Since Concubine Ben returned to Daliang City, she has never invited the sisters. This belated banquet can be regarded as my compensation for the sisters. ”

As he spoke, the maids with beautiful faces came over with wine jugs and placed the lotus seed wine on the table in front of the ladies one by one.

The stage was set up in the center of Yuanhu Lake, and at this time, there were already Tsing Yi Hua Dan singing gracefully.

The wind blows on the face, the women are staggered, and the intoxicating fragrance of lotus seed wine diffuses on the tip of the nose, which makes people want to smell and get drunk.

Shen Miaoyan ate two lotus seeds, and swept Wei Lingxuan's face without a trace with a smile, "It's not interesting to just listen to the play, why don't we come and play with the poem?" Just take this lake lotus as the theme, how? ”

Other women echoed and said, some maids brought pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and all the women made a mess, Qiao Baoer held the pen and thought for a while, and took the lead in saying: "I have it, I have it!" I'll come first! ”

As he spoke, he dipped his pen in ink and immediately wrote it on a blank piece of paper.

After she finished writing, she picked up the paper roll, and in the midst of everyone's breathless concentration, she shook her head and chanted: "There is a lotus in the middle of the lake, and colorful butterflies are dancing." The beauty is sympathetic to the shadow, and the water waves are boundless. ”

Everyone was silent for a long time, and suddenly burst into thunderous applause: "Okay, good, Sister Qiao's poem is very beautiful!" ”

"The artistic conception is far-reaching, the artistic conception is far-reaching! I'm ashamed of myself! ”

Shen Miaoyan was a little confused, why did she just think that this limerick didn't know what to do?

Just as I was suspecting that there was something wrong with my taste, I heard a girl excitedly say: "Although my poem is not as good as Sister Qiao, I am willing to chant it for everyone to have fun!" Ahem, everyone listen: a lotus flower blooms, and a hundred butterflies come. Thousands of lotus leaves are green, and thousands of clouds are white! ”

"Good poetry, good poetry! I didn't expect Sister Zhang to be so sharp! ”

"Although it is not as far-reaching as Sister Qiao's poetic conception, it also has a unique flavor!"

That Miss Zhang arched her hand with a red face: "Accept, accept!" ”

Shen Miaoyan touched his chin, sure enough, did there something wrong with his aesthetics?

Han Xuzhi leaned over to pour her wine, and said softly: "Wei people don't read much, even if they are women, they mostly dance knives and guns. ”

Shen Miaoyan thought about it, even her two cousins could write like that, and it was really difficult for them to ask these noble girls to compose poems.

However, these girls seemed to be in the mood, and one by one limerick poems were made, and they boasted about themselves, and they simply regarded themselves as poets for the ages.

She smiled implicitly and turned her head to beckon to Han Xuzhi.

Han Xuzhi leaned over, she leaned into his ear and whispered something, Han Xuzhi smiled and nodded again and again.

This intimate gesture all fell into Wei Lingxuan's eyes.

She took a sip of lotus seed wine, her beautiful eyes were curved like a crescent moon, and she said in a low voice: "Who is that man?" ”

The dealer said: "Back to the county master, it seems that he only came to serve by Wei Tianjue yesterday, and it should be the man Wei Tianjue knew when he was in Chu State." ”

"Oh? It's really infuriating to marry Wei Changge, and he is still unclear with his foreign man......" Wei Lingxuan whispered, but there was always a smile on his beautiful and delicate face.

After a while, Shen Miaoyan touched Han Xuzhi's face without a trace, as if teasing, and then got up and quietly left with him.

Wei Lingxuan sneered, "Is this going to do that kind of thing?" Dealer. ”

The dealer saluted and immediately quietly followed.

Shen Miaoyan laughed with Han Xuzhi all the way, along the carved corridor, and soon arrived at a place where no one was.

The dealer cautiously followed behind, and she saw Shen Miaoyan leaning against a pillar, looking up at the man and smiling, and reaching out to pull the man's belt, what is it if he has a personal relationship!

She was looking intently when she suddenly wrinkled her nose and smelled a strange fragrance.

She turned around, and Su Wen appeared behind her at some point, holding a small incense burner in her hand, and the strange fragrance came from the incense burner.

The dealer secretly screamed badly, and was about to leave, when suddenly his legs weakened and he knelt down.

Shen Miaoyan slowly paced in front of her, raised her chin, and smiled meaningfully: "Your name is the dealer?" ”

The dealer knew that he had been tricked, so he just stared at her and did not speak.

"You killed the deer?" Shen Miaoyan asked again.

The dealer snorted coldly, "The position of the princess of Zhennan belongs to the county lord of my family, you dove occupies the magpie's nest, so shameless!" ”

Shen Miaoyan didn't care about her words, and always smiled: "You killed the deer?" ”

"So what?!" The dealer sneered, "Who told her to follow a master who shouldn't follow?" I advise you to put me back quickly, if my county lord knows that you dare to do something to me, it will definitely not make you happy!" ”

"You killed it, and that's going to be easy." Shen Miaoyan completely ignored her words and calmly took out a sharp dagger from his sleeve pocket.

The dealer raised his eyebrows: "What do you want to do?" Do you know that I am the most relied on servant of my lord-"

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