Today, the Linchuan clan holds a banquet together in the Quyuan on the bank of the Rushui River, and most of the Linchuan clans who travel gather here.

The garden is specially set up with meandering water to flow, the older ones are in one place, and the young Langjun ladies are playing in the other place.

The crowd sat around the winding canal, and the attendants placed the wooden feathers upstream and let them float down the twisting current.

Whoever stops in front of the wine glass will improvise a poem, and if there is one who can't be given, he will take the cup and punish himself for drinking, and enjoy each other.

And so on until you have the fun.

Seeing He Lingjiang and the others coming, He Yunchu, who was sitting by the Qushui, beckoned to them: "Lingjiang, Yunjia, come quickly!" ”

He Lingjiang walked over with He Yunjia: "Sister." ”

He Yunchu pointed to the seat next to him: "Sit down together." ”

For He Yunjia and He Lingjiang, this poetry is really not what they love. But since he came, there was no reason to turn around and leave.

The two glanced at each other, and sat down honestly in their seats, and Aman sat behind He Lingjiang's side, holding a big umbrella for her, so as not to let her be exposed to the sun.

It is a feast, since there is no reason for only poetry and wine, in addition to the qushui liuzhen, there are also fresh melons and fruits and side dishes on the small table on the side, which are just right to enjoy with wine.

The little lady who had never seen He Lingjiang couldn't help but look at her curiously: "Chu Niang, is this the seventh lady of He Mansion?" ”

Although the young Langjun is not easy to speak out, they also look at He Lingjiang with their eyes.

"yes." He Yunchu smiled and nodded, "Jiang Suri rarely comes out to feast, and you may not have seen her much." ”

The little lady looked at He Lingjiang, her eyes full of appreciation: "At first sight, the Qi Niang of the He family really lives up to her reputation, and she really deserves to be called beautiful." ”

A lady dressed in goose yellow clothes laughed and said: "It is also thanks to the seventh lady who does not often come out to feast, otherwise the limelight of our ladies in Linchuan City will be covered by her alone." ”

"Manniang, you, you are really sharp-mouthed, you have such a beautiful and moon-like appearance, and you just say that my family is Qiniang."

He Yunchu nodded at her with a smile: "Tell me, who has stolen the limelight from us?" ”

"Yes." The previous little lady said, "Manniang just gave three good poems in a row, which made us all embarrassed!" ”

The lady called Manniang smiled softly: "You are not bad, especially Chu Niang's song "Water Bamboo Field", didn't it attract everyone's praise?" ”

"It just so happens that the six ladies and seventh ladies of the He family have also arrived, so we can be more lively here."

"Then let's go on!" The young man shouted, "We can also take a look at the talents or the amount of wine of the two ladies." ”

"Exactly! For our feast, we must either have a good talent or a good amount of wine! Look at our Lu Jiulang, he has already floated three whites in a row! ”

"Wei Saburo, you've already drunk two glasses, it's not bad compared to me!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

The waiter poured wine into the wooden feather buds and lowered them into the stream.

The wine glass slowly floated down with the floating water, passing through the winding stream, and just floated and swirled not far from He Lingjiang.

Wei Saburo, who spoke earlier, laughed and said, "It seems that it will be the turn of He Qi Niangzi to write this poem next." ”

He Lingjiang raised his eyes and smiled slightly: "The cup hasn't stopped yet, Wei San Langjun said it too early." ”

Her hand in her sleeve moved slightly, her swirling wine glass shook slightly, and floated down the stream, just stopping in front of Wei Saburo.

He Lingjiang looked at him: "It seems that this poem still needs to be given by Wei Sanlangjun." ”

"Haha, the inventory in his stomach has been emptied, where can he get poetry." Lu Jiulang laughed and said, "Wei San, drink and drink." ”

"Hey! I'm going to have to write a poem this time. Wei San glanced at him, thought for a moment and said, "The weather is new on March 3rd...... Linchuan water Dolly ......"

"Dolly ......" However, he hesitated for a long time, but he couldn't pick up the next sentence.

"You, let's resign yourself to your fate." Lu Jiulang said with a smile.

"Drink it!" Wei San took the wine glass in front of him, tilted his head and swallowed it all, then hung the wine glass upside down, raised his eyebrows and looked at Lu Jiulang, "How is it?" ”

"Refreshing!" Lu Jiulang stroked his palms and praised.

After a while, the flow continued.

However, the amazing thing is that the dozen or so Langjun ladies present have their turns once or twice, but He Lingjiang is alone, and the wine glass seems to have been spelled, and it can't stop in front of her.

attracted the ladies who wanted to see her compose poems, and the gentlemen scrambled to shout: "What's going on with this wine glass, I wanted to hear He Qiniang's poems, but I couldn't get there?" ”

He Lingjiang lowered his head slightly and smiled lightly: "Xu is this flowing water also knows that I am not good at poetry, so I specially told me not to speak!" ”

Wei San shouted: "Then this flowing water is not very fair, but he has pampered me and Lu Jiulang many times, which has caused us to lose a lot of face!" ”

The crowd burst out laughing at him.

He Yunjia gently tugged at He Lingjiang's sleeve, leaned into her ear and whispered, "Did you use those Xuanmen methods?" ”

He Lingjiang turned his head sideways and nodded almost invisibly: "What?" Do you want it too? ”

He Yunjia's eyes lit up: "Such a good thing will naturally take me!" ”

She had always had a headache with these poems and songs, and it was her turn to rack her brains to come up with one. He Lingjiang didn't say it earlier, it's really not interesting!

"Okay!" He Ling Jiang deserves to be refreshing.

Sure enough, in the next few rounds, the wine glass never approached He Lingjiang and the others.

They are eating melons and fruits, using side dishes, and watching others have headaches and compose poems, but they are so unhappy.

Many of the ladies and gentlemen of the Linjiang clan still have real talents and learning.

After the feast, a lot of good poems were collected, and as in previous years, they were compiled into a book, copied and distributed to everyone as a souvenir.

Someone suggested, "It's not interesting to collect some poetry books every year." This year, it happens that He Qi Niangzi is also here, and I have long heard that Qi Niangzi is good at painting, so why not ask Qi Niangzi to paint a picture of the flow of water and elegance? ”

"Okay! That's exactly what it is! Lu Jiu and Wei San also continued.

He Ling Jiang sighed in his heart: It's really here.

She is not a real He Qi lady, in painting, she is also good at drawing talismans, although she is not ignorant of it, but she is not good at it.

She looked at He Yunchu with a sad face, and she had a headache about how to refuse.

This is an opportunity to become famous, He Yunchu didn't know why she was reluctant to agree at first, but then she thought that in the near future, she would have to go out on a trip with the fourth uncle, and I was afraid that she would not be able to spare time to paint.

And this matter has not been publicized with much fanfare, and it is not easy to say it directly.

He Yunchu opened his mouth to cover her and said, "Everyone, this is not a coincidence, Jiang accidentally twisted his wrist before, and he has not fully recovered. ”

She looked at He Yunjia again: "Yunjia and I also know a few painting skills, if you don't dislike it, how about the two of us order Jiang to paint this water flow diagram?" ”

He Yunjia didn't show it on his face, but he was bitter in his heart, she didn't want it...... Sister really found a good task for her.

"Chu Niang's painting skills are also a must, if you can get Chu Niang and Wu Niangzi to paint, it will be in vain." The little lady who spoke before smiled happily when she heard it.

In this way, it can be regarded as a great joy for all.

Everyone came and returned happily, and this lively Shangsi Festival was about to pass away slowly with the bright spring light of the day.

When he was about to give birth, a figure took advantage of the deep night to quietly slip out of the He Mansion and go straight to the city gate.

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