Zhu Xuanrao thanked him with a smile, pinched the corner and unfolded it, and then put it into the hands of Zhu Changluo, who was sitting in the top position of the west row on his right. Then he stood up, walked to the top of the east row, and handed his crumpled embroidered handkerchief to Zhu Changxun.

Then, he slowly returned to his seat, sat down upright, looked at everyone present, cleared his throat, and said loudly: "Okay, the game begins——! ”

As soon as she said this, Zhu Changxun in the east row immediately cooperated and threw the handkerchief in his hand in front of Zhu Changhao next to him.

And Zhu Changluo in the west row also passed the colorful butterfly embroidered handkerchief in his hand to Zhu Changrun on his right.

Next, one by one, fast or slow, passed backwards, everyone had different expressions on their faces, some expected the veil to stop in front of them, some were worried about the veil stopped in front of them, and some didn't care where the veil stopped......

I don't know if it's out of the psychology of deliberately hanging everyone's appetite, until the embroidered handkerchiefs on both sides were passed to the end of the long seats, and when they were being passed back, Zhu Xuanrao's crisp and clear voice finally sounded: "Okay, stop——! ”

At this time, the embroidered handkerchief in the west row happened to fall on the table of Zhao Manqing, who was sitting next to Yu Jingrong, and the embroidered handkerchief in the east row stopped in front of a girl wearing a light purple cross-collared waist-length jacket and a plum-red pleated long skirt.

"It seems that it is Miss Zhao and Miss Lin who left poems in the first round," Zhu Xuanyu, who was sitting on the left side of Empress Dowager Li, chuckled lightly and looked at the two of them in a friendly manner, "I don't know which of the two will come first?" ”

The two glanced at each other, and the girl in the purple jacket and red dress raised her hand and pointed to Zhao Manqing on the opposite side, and said humbly: "Please Miss Zhao come first." ”

"Okay, then Manqing is welcome," Zhao Manqing slowly stood up, raised his hand to the Empress Dowager Li on the throne, and said with a light smile, "When Manqing stepped on the snow and enjoyed the red plum blossoms on the Desheng Bridge near Jishuitan last winter, he suddenly had the inspiration to write a small poem called "Winter Evening", and I would like to ask you for advice. ”

After a pause, she read aloud: "By the bridge at dusk, the stars and the moon are in the evening. The snow falls and winter is approaching, and the plum blossoms know the cold. ”

As soon as Zhao Manqing's voice fell, there was an uproar at the banquet.

Although this is not a well-known sentence, but the most important thing is that it is clear and thorough, graceful and fresh, especially the last two sentences, the plum blossom's indomitable spirit of Aoxue is vividly written.

Someone couldn't help but praise in the seat: "When the snow falls, I know that winter is approaching, and Mei Kaifang knows that it is the cold season, so a 'snow falls and winter is approaching, Mei Kai knows the cold of the year'!" Miss Zhao is so talented! ”

"Talent is good talent, whether it is Miss Zhao's or not, then I don't know." At this moment, a strange voice of yin and yang suddenly came from the opposite side.

This so-called flower-viewing banquet, anyone with a little brains can see that it is actually a blind date banquet in disguise, choosing the main concubine and the side concubine for the princes.

But anyone who has the heart to climb the dragon and the phoenix and wants to stand out in this banquet is not willing to be in the limelight on others.

Zhao Manqing turned her head when she heard the sound, and saw that it was one of the few people who had mocked her and Jiang Shu near the Linxi Pavilion before, and her face suddenly changed: "Zhou Zhaoxue, what do you mean?" ”

"Isn't that obvious?" The woman called Zhou Zhaoxue sneered, looked at her provocatively and said, "Who of you here doesn't know that your Miss Zhao's consistent style is to deceive, maybe this poem is from someone else's hand at all!" ”