The bamboo curtain was gently picked up a corner, and the girl who was like a flower and jade playfully exposed half of her body, her long hair was like a waterfall shawl, and half of it was curled into a simple girl's hair bun, with a delicate bead hairpin and a light tassel swaying gently, shaking out a heart-warming arc.

The apricot eyes under the willow leaf eyebrows are clear and simple, the cherry lips hook a casual smile, and the two small dimples add a bit of innocence, and they are as smart as a deer girl in the forest.

Ming Lanying heard a few surprised inhalations in the lobby below, smacked her tongue secretly, and bit her ear with Tang Ning, "That is Ming Jiazhen?" ”

"Yes."

"It's good-looking, no wonder some people are happy to hold it."

Tang Ning glanced at her, "Compared to you, it's a little less interesting."

Ming Lanying raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Then how does she compare with the first beauty in the neighboring country?" ”

Tang Ning also smiled, "Ming Jiazhen can't compare with you, compared to the first beauty in the neighboring country, it is even more heaven and earth." ”

After that, he reached out and gently picked up her chin, looked around playfully, and shook his head regretfully, "It's a pity that you can't compare with the first beauty, they are equally divided, each has its own beauty, and it is difficult to tell the winner from the loser." ”

Ning Er shook her head in denial with a serious face, "My mother is the most beautiful first beauty in the world!"

Ning Er didn't see Ming Jiazhen opposite, nor did he see the first beauty in the neighboring country, in his opinion, his mother is the first beauty in the world.

The little face was serious and serious, which made the two laugh, and there was a sound of gongs in the lobby downstairs, and the audience was silent.

Ming Lanying saw an elegant middle-aged man dressed in reddish-brown brocade on the stage in the middle of the lobby through the curtain, arched his hands and bowed to the surroundings with a smile.

"Thank you for the poetry meeting of all the talented and beautiful people who came to the store, it is the honor of the small shop to get your ink treasure, and now, the poetry meeting in late spring has officially begun." As soon as the gong sounded, the competition began, and the middle-aged man rolled up his sleeves and simply said the rules, "All the talented women volunteered to come to the stage to compete, today there are two kinds of poems and poems with the same title, and the victory or defeat is decided by the guests present. ”

The gong sounded again, the middle-aged man withdrew, the sound of communication in the lobby gradually started, everyone was courteous to each other, and in a moment a man straightened up and bowed his hand to everyone.

"Let's be this brick first, and lead you to the jade."

Everyone returned the salute, "Please." ”

The man's friend also came to the stage to accompany the gentleman, and with half incense, he wrote a decent poem successively, which won a shallow praise.

Ming Lanying and Tang Ning yawned at the same time, looked at each other and smiled, Tang Ning nodded at her.

"Look at Ning'er is serious, you even yawned."

"Aren't you too." Ming Lanying poured a sip of tea, "Ning'er, can you understand?" ”

Ning'er nodded, "I can understand a thing or two, Daddy said that I can gain more knowledge by seeing more." ”

Tang Ning looked at her playfully, "You gave birth to Ning'er so smart, it must not be bad to give birth to a daughter." ”

Ming Lanying pinched her, "You just wait for the shadowless thing, when will you get married, I'm thinking about whether I want a daughter." ”

Ning Er rolled her eyes, knowing that the two were communicating with her sister, although she wanted her sister a little, but she still couldn't bear to ask now, he was a sensible and good boy, and he would not rush the things of adults, and he looked intently at the poems with the same title in the lobby.

After a few sentences, the people who fought the poem with the same title changed a few waves, and if you are lucky, you can win in a decent way, and if you are unlucky, you will lose a little miserably.

The winner can continue to fight until he loses, or he can choose a plate of special refreshments from the teahouse. Although the literati are a little arrogant, they also know humility and know how to save some face for themselves, except for those who want to fight for a leader, no one stays to fight.

Ming Lanying doesn't understand poetry, the only thing she remembers is the focus of the exam that she memorized by rote in her previous life, and she wants to discuss poetry with her, she can only understand the layout and meaning of the poem, and she can't rhyme or not, and she can't write it.

After watching for more than an hour, I listened to a lot of decent poems, but there were few brilliant ones, and the poems of the talented people paid more attention to the meaning of the words and rhymes, and the words were all enthusiastic and youthful and frivolous.

There are also talented women who come to the stage to compete, and the delicate font and dark fragrance float add some gentle and relaxed atmosphere to this poetry meeting.

This generation attaches great importance to women's reputation and honor, but in fact, there will be no excessive restraint in women's appearance, it is normal to participate in poetry meetings or something, just a small competition, it will not be related to women's reputation and reputation, all of you are scholars, humble gentlemen, and you should treat each other with courtesy.

Ming Lanying found that the poems of the beauties were more neat and gentle than those of the men, and they were also good-looking to win, and the beauties did not pay attention to winning or losing, but just came to have a good time, and they were happy to lose, not to mention that no one was willing to let the beautiful women lose too ugly.

I was a little bored to watch, but I was curious about Ming Jiazhen's poems, so I took out the money bag and counted ten taels of silver, "Ah Ning, where can I bet?" I'll also press one. ”

Tang Ning pointed to the counter at the entrance of the lobby, "With the shopkeeper's bet, who do you want to press?" ”

Ming Lanying threw away the silver, thought for a moment, and shook her head funny, "Who else can I press, I only know one Ming Jiazhen in this bunch of people, since she is held by everyone, then I will also follow the wind." ”

"It seems to be the same, I know that there is a talented woman whose poetry is much better than Ming Jiazhen, and she is a real talented woman, but she doesn't like to participate in this kind of poetry meeting, so she is not as famous as Ming Jiazhen."

Tang Ning also took out ten taels of silver, found a fun, and handed it to Feng Chun with Ming Lanying, Feng Chun bowed down to take the silver, and went downstairs to the shopkeeper to suppress Ming Jiazhen.

"That's a bit of a pity, it's cheap." Ming Lanying saw Ming Jiazhen on the opposite side as if she got up and walked downstairs, and immediately became energetic, she wanted to see the literary brilliance of the first talented woman in the capital.

Tang Ning crossed her feet and didn't care much, "It's a pity, I originally brought you here to listen to the book today, but it made you bored." ”

"Why, the tea and refreshments in this teahouse are very good."

Ming Lanying's eyes moved lightly with Ming Jiazhenlian's steps, and the thirteen-year-old girl's figure was slim and elegant, and she attracted a lot of attention along the way from the upstairs, and several acquaintances greeted her.

A handsome young man stood up bravely and saluted Ming Jiazhen.

"Miss Ming is here, do you want to try it?"

Ming Jiazhen Shi Ran's return salute, with a beautiful demeanor and a beautiful temperament, "The little woman has come to offer her ugliness." ”

A bamboo curtain was lifted in the private room on the second floor, and a woman with heroic eyebrows and eyes supported the railing with both hands, and laughed loudly: "Just waiting for you, have you thought of any good poems today?" ”

Ming Jiazhen seemed to know the girl too, and said with a smile: "Miss Wu, don't make fun of me, it's just to be ugly in front of you, and it is also an honor for the little girl to discuss poetry with you." ”

The maid carefully helped Ming Jiazhen to the stage, grinding carefully for her, the talent on the opposite side was the winner of the previous game, and seemed to want to be a leader, Ming Lanying saw that he was a little arrogant between his eyebrows, and he was a little funny and elbowed Tang Ning.

"Does that man not know Ming Jiazhen?"

Tang Ning glanced at it, "Looking at Miansheng, Fengchun, do you know?" ”

Feng Chun nodded, "It's the youngest son of the prefect of the neighboring state, who has been locked up at home all the year round to study, and just won Xiucai last year, and has often appeared in the social circle of the capital in the past two years, making confidants and friends." ”

"No wonder, I don't seem to know Ming Jiazhen, and I'm still proud!"

Just when Ming Jiazhen went downstairs, Ming Lanying saw Ming Jiazhen's popularity in the capital, it can be said that half of the people present, both men and women are familiar with her, this Ming Jiazhen will definitely win, and the popularity is not in vain.

Ming Jiazhen held the pen in her hand, her eyes gently hooked the man opposite, her lips curled, and her wrist turned to the paper, revealing a white wrist.

Ming Lanying saw that the man's eyes gradually widened, and he was stunned and lost his hand, looking like he had been hooked.

Laughing out loud, Ning Er looked up at her suspiciously, and Ming Lanying rubbed his head, "Fortunately, you have grown up in the clouds of beautiful women since you were a child, and your aesthetics are as picky as your father." ”

Ning'er: "? ”

Tang Ning stretched his neck and looked at him twice, and smiled, "Look at that breath." ”

Ming Lanying sighed, "Ming Jiazhen finished writing, and the young man came back to his senses." ”

Tang Ning gently opened the corner of the bamboo curtain, relying on her good eyesight, she saw the poem on the paper from a distance and read it softly.

"The grass and trees know that spring will return soon, and all kinds of red and purple are fighting Fangfei, and the poplar flowers and elm pods have no talents, but they can only make snow fly in the sky." *

Ming Lanying held her chin and wowed, "Isn't that good?" ”

"That's good on its own, but what if it's better than the previous ones?"

Ming Lanying nodded clearly, Ming Jiazhen is a smart one, compared to the same title of the poem, and also avoided more brilliant acquaintances, just waiting for this face raw, unproductive, not only can easily use the beauty trick, but also win justifiably.

As expected, Ming Jiazhen won, the man saluted Ming Jiazhen with a red face, and asked her name stumblingly, Ming Jiazhen smiled and said nothing, and there were also talented people in the audience who loved to watch the excitement, and said kindly.

"This is the seventeenth girl of the Ming family, the first talented girl in the capital! You're so lucky to be able to match up with Miss Ming. ”

"It's actually Xiaosheng who has eyes and doesn't know the girl, and can fight poems with Miss Ming, it's Xiaosheng who has hit the luck, and Xiaosheng Wei is in peace, this is polite."

"Wei Gongzi is very polite, and it is also an honor for a little woman to be able to fight poetry with Wei Gongzi."

Wei Pingqi got off the stage with a red face, Ming Jiazhen looked around, with a coquettish air between her eyebrows, innocent and cute, "Does anyone else want to come and have a discussion with the little girl?" The little woman also wanted to try her hand at fighting. ”

"I've been wanting to write to you for a long time, and I've finally waited for the opportunity."

It was a gentle and gentle little girl who spoke, and when she heard Ming Jiazhen call her "Xiang girl", the relationship between the two should be very good.

The small incense burner burns with faint green smoke, the structure of the teahouse is exquisite, the fine sunlight squeezes in from all sides, the hall is full of light, the two girls on the stage are poems, there are only two girls in the lobby The soft voice, there are people who come and go, and everyone also listens to the head of the Tao.

"It's worthy of being trained by the Ming family, I thought she would only avoid those who have real kung fu, and don't dare to fight poetry with others!"

Ming Lanying shook Erlang's leg and glanced at it, unexpectedly Ming Jiazhen would choose to fight poetry with someone, Ning Er gently tugged at her sleeve.

"Mother, that girl Xiang is the person who is Miss Ming, and they colluded."

Tang Ning was stunned for a moment, "Ning'er, how do you know?" ”

Ning Er pointed to her eyes, "When Miss Ming looked around, her gaze stayed on that Xiang girl for a little longer, and that Xiang girl also nodded lightly in response. ”

Ming Lanying laughed and patted Ning Er's little shoulder, "Ning Er is so powerful, you can see it, it's not a big baby!" ”

Ning Er smiled, and Tang Ning also smiled helplessly, "Such a small detail has been seen by Ning Er, it's not your son." ”

As long as the leader of the poetry club wins three games in a row, Ming Jiazhen waited for a long time to wait for the real material to finish the first competition, and there were some crooked melons and cracked dates left.

"Not really!" Ming Lanying stretched, "But the leader of the poetry club has too much water today, and it's boring to watch, let the shopkeeper send the silver to the house, let's go to the street." ”

Tang Ning nodded, patted his clothes and got up and left.

Coming out of the teahouse, the sky has been lit with burning clouds, fiery red and gorgeous clouds stretch out of the sky, from fiery red to orange, from pink to turquoise to dark blue, so beautiful that people are intoxicated.

The night market stalls on the street were also sporadically displayed, Ming Lanying held Ning Er's hand, and took a leisurely walk on the street with Tang Ning and Feng Chun.

Ming Lanying was afraid to pat her stomach with tea and refreshments, she ate a lot when it was lively, and now she doesn't feel hungry at all.

Tang Ning stretched out his hand and gestured at the sky, and said with a smile: "The sky in this capital is not very beautiful. ”

Ming Lanying looked up at the sky and took a deep breath, the air was mixed with the messy fragrance of the food on the street, the fat powder of the rouge shop, and the fragrance of tea in the teahouse.

"The breath of the capital is not as good as that of the side plug, the sky of the side plug is so vast that you can't see the edge, and the air of the side plug is clean and cold."

Tang Ning glanced at the direction of the palace, "I'm very glad that I can see the outside world from south to north, every time I come back from a business trip, I will go to the palace to see my sister and tell her about different things outside." ”

"Everyone has a responsibility that they can't shirk." Ming Lanying crossed her waist, and she had a headache when she thought of responsibility, "Speaking of responsibility, I also have a major responsibility tomorrow that I can't shirk......"

Tang Ning smiled, "You are like an eagle, you don't rely on anyone, you can fly freely in the sky, just like the sky is high and the birds can fly, and the sea is wide and the fish can leap." ”

"Really?"

Ming Lanying didn't feel it, Tang Ning suddenly rubbed Ning Er's head thoughtfully.

"When you're tired, you can try to rely on Ye Juelu, he is willing to be your reliance and homecoming, really."

As soon as she said this, Ming Lanying suddenly remembered the change in Ye Jielu, and was indifferent to her from the beginning, just because the mothers of the two were old acquaintances, even if he hated her, he still kept her life. Before I knew it, I was at this point......

The grass and trees know that spring will return soon, and all kinds of red and purple buckets are fragrant, and the poplar and elm pods have no talents, but they can only solve the snow flying in the sky.

One of the two songs from Han Yu's "Late Spring".

* The author is uneducated and rubbed it

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