Mrs. Jun is a scholar from a family, young, thin-skinned, this time to go to the poetry banquet, is entrusted by her husband, specially come to carefully read everyone's calligraphy.

She knew about her mother-in-law's situation, and she also heard Mrs. Li's sarcasm.

Suddenly, Mrs. Li asked such a question, but she didn't know how to answer, and she was stunned for a moment.

Mrs. Li looked at Mrs. Jun with a smile and said, "Having said that, on such an occasion as the poetry banquet, it doesn't matter if Mrs. Jun doesn't come."

Mrs. Jun is well-informed, so she must not have looked at these two calligraphys.

Besides, the dishes in the dining house are mostly vegetarian dishes, and I am afraid that it is not to the taste of Mrs. Jun. ”

Mrs. Li's two sentences were very mean.

The previous sentence satirized Mrs. Jun's illiterate and unable to read calligraphy.

The latter sentence satirizes Mrs. Jun's butcher's family and only loves meat dishes.

Little Madam Jun looked wincing, her red lips trembled a few times, and she wanted to refute it, but she didn't know what to say.

Zhao Sichen frowned.

Originally, she just didn't want an accident at the poetry banquet.

Now I'm a little annoyed.

If Mrs. Li has an opinion on Mrs. Jun, she will go to her to quarrel with her.

What is bullying the daughter-in-law of the Jun family?

Look, little lady Jun, how can I be bullied by a delicate beauty I see pitiful!

Zhao Sichen stepped forward with a smile, patted the back of Mrs. Jun's hand lightly with one hand, and said with a smile to Mrs. Li: "The two ladies have discussed a lot in front of this calligraphy, and they must have some ideas and insights. ”

As soon as Zhao Sichen's words came out, Mrs. Li's face instantly became a little unsightly.

She has also read some books, but the back and forth is always just some "Female Rings" and "Women's Training".

She is naturally better than Jun Anxiang's wife, and she can be considered literate and calculating.

But—

Mrs. Li glanced at Mrs. Jun again-

Mrs. Jun was born in a Jiangnan family, not only does not only have many men enter the ranks, but also attaches great importance to women's studies.

In addition, Mrs. Jun is quite famous-

Mrs. Li secretly pinched the handkerchief in her hand: If she really writes poems, I'm afraid she will be exposed.

When the time comes, it will not be her who will laugh at Mrs. Jun, but others will laugh at her.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Li smiled slightly and said, "I have two lines of poetry in my heart, and I still need to polish and polish them, so Mrs. Jun will invite you first." ”

After speaking, Mrs. Li pretended to think in her heart, and slowly paced to the side.

Little Madam Jun smiled at Zhao Sichen and bowed slightly: "Thank you, Miss Zhao." ”

Zhao Sichen smiled and returned a salute: "Little Mrs. Jun is very polite." ”

Seeing that Mrs. Jun also wanted to leave, Zhao Sichen left: "If Mrs. Jun has Yaxing, there is pen and ink here, and you can also compose a poem......"

Mrs. Jun's face was slightly red, and she said in a low voice: "I am only a shallow learner, so I dare not ......"

Zhao Sichen said with a smile: "You are already a famous talented woman in Jiangnan in the boudoir."

Now that I have arrived in Daqing City, although I am at home all day long, my reputation is not obvious, but I see you stop in front of this 'bamboo and stone' calligraphy for a long time, and I must have felt something in my heart.

I also asked Mrs. Jun to leave the ink treasure, and let me leave the dining house to shine. ”

There is no second in martial arts, and there is no first in literature.

In the face of natural brushwork, literati are easily aroused in their hearts, and then poetry flourishes.

Mrs. Jun is no exception.

She was already ready to move in her heart, but because of her shy personality, she didn't dare to take the first step.

Now that Zhao Sichen wanted it so hard, she blushed and nodded slightly.

Zhao Sichen took the fine brush with his own hands and handed it over with both hands.

Mrs. Jun was confident and wrote:

Xiaoxiang God Spotted Bamboo Branch

Spotted bamboo branches, spotted bamboo branches,

Tear stains send lovesickness.

Chu Ke wants to hear Yao's resentment,

When the moon is bright in the middle of the night in Xiaoxiang.

Mrs. Jun's writing is beautiful, affectionate, and her personality is gentle and supple.

After Mrs. Jun finished writing, the maid handed over a wet linen towel and wiped her hands carefully.

On the other side, there is a maid who hangs this poem on a high place for everyone to enjoy.

Seeing that there was a new ink treasure hanging out, everyone gathered around and praised her: she is worthy of being the daughter-in-law of the prince's Taifu family, she is talented and has a good pen.

Listening to everyone's appreciation, Mrs. Jun's face was flushed, her lips were pursed, the corners of her mouth were upturned, and she tried her best to suppress the excitement and joy in her heart.

Zhao Sichen saw that she was happy, and his heart was also very happy.

A cheerful and bright girl stood up and said, "With the little lady Zhuyu in front, I am also a toddler in Handan, so let's write a poem." ”

This hearty and cheerful girl is the daughter of Hanlin Liu Fangyi, and the younger sister of Concubine Zhao Liu Ruyi, Liu Rulan.

Liu Rulan and Concubine Zhao Liu Ru are ten years younger, and they are Liu Fangyi's old daughter.

She has been pampered by her parents at home since she was a child, and her personality is lively and coquettish, and she is not afraid of people.

In addition, since childhood, he has been in school literacy like boys, and his literary literacy is very high, and he has a draft in his belly.

Now that Mrs. Jun has made a good poem, she can't hold it back, and she takes a step at the moment, and she doesn't need to be served by a maid, so she picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and danced on the rice paper, all in one go.

Liu Rulan put down the brush with a smile and said, "I'll throw bricks and lead jade, please correct me." ”

The maids took Liu Rulan's pen and ink and hung it high:

One bamboo, one orchid and one stone,

There are knots, incense and bones,

The house is full of gentlemen's style,

Thousands of ancient piles are verdant and verdant.

There are orchids, bamboos and stones,

There are knots, incense and bones,

Let him go against the wind and frost,

has its own spring breeze news.

Everyone clapped their hands and sighed: "She is worthy of being the young lady of the Hanlin family, with a family history and a chapter of export." ”

Liu Rulan is hearty and loves to laugh, and she laughs and tells her best friend about her experience in poetry.

The lady of General Wen's mansion on the side was also a hearty person, and said with a smile: "I don't have the talent to compose poetry, but recently the whole city knows about the poetry banquet, and my stupid son has made a poem, bring it today, please taste it." ”

Mrs. Wen turned her wrist and wrote the poems written by her son-in-law on rice paper.

Sitting alone in the secluded grate,

Playing the piano and whistling.

People in the deep forest don't know,

The bright moon came to take pictures.

Everyone present was well-informed.

They heard that General Wen was born as a military general, and the style of General Wen's mansion was not prosperous.

But General Wen's 16-year-old sister-in-law has a thin body and no talent for martial arts.

Fortunately, he has been quite talented since he was a child, reads well, and has a quiet personality.

Therefore, General Wen's Mansion cultivated his son-in-law to study, and wanted to take the path of entering the imperial examination.

Mrs. Wen's move is to pave the way for her sister-in-law.

At this time, Mrs. Wen took out a scroll and said, "My stupid son can't come to the poetry banquet, so he painted a picture by himself, saying that hanging it next to Mr. Zhou's calligraphy can also touch the literary ......"

Zhao Sichen hurriedly stepped forward in person, took the scroll, and handed it to the maid to hang on the wall.

The scroll slowly unfolded, and a picture of bamboo coming out of the wall was displayed in front of everyone.

At this time, other ladies had already walked over and talked with Mrs. Wen, and what they said was just the plan of the son in the family to enter the office in the future.

Everyone chatted in groups, and sometimes there were masterpieces, which caused everyone to discuss.

And Zhao Sichen shuttled among the crowd and took good care of all the guests.

Some people also secretly marveled at Zhao Sichen's good methods.

She was very young, only about thirteen years old, but she was thoughtful and spoke better than many young ladies.

……

……

The guests had a great conversation with each other, and they could not get enough of it.

The time for the poetry banquet was about the same, Zhao Sichen invited all the ladies to take a seat, and nodded slightly at Yun Bi.

Yun Bi led the maids to bring matcha cheese.

The tender green matcha cheese trembles, and is placed in the glass cup, which is refreshing and lubricated, and is printed with the brilliant light of the glass bowl, which is even more precious and attractive.

All the ladies and ladies are people who have seen the world.

As soon as the maids put on the glass bowl, most of the people present knew that this was a top-notch foreign object.

The prime minister's wife, Mrs. Li, was the first to react, isn't this the Persian glass cup that has just been tributed?

I heard that the total number of tributes was paid twice.

One set is for the Holy One's own use.

The other set is that the three princes did a good job, and they were rewarded to the Three Princes' Mansion not long ago!

Unexpectedly, this set of glass cups actually arrived at the Lili dining house in a blink of an eye.

It seems that leaving the dining house really has a great relationship with the three princes!

Mrs. Li ate matcha cheese spoonful after spoonful. 、

It seems that in Daqing City, it is rumored that the third prince Wei Qianlang is the boss behind the Lili Restaurant, and this matter is true.

Originally, Mrs. Li was angry in her heart, thinking of finding an opportunity to make things difficult for Zhao Sichen, so she gave this tone.

Now, I can only silently swallow the breath in my chest.

At the end of the banquet, the Lili Canteen specially sent a gift box to each guest who enjoyed the poetry banquet.

In the gift box, there is a small bottle with a little turquoise liquid.

The liquid is slightly viscous, and when you get close to the cap, you can already smell the bamboo aroma of the liquid in the bottle.

It is a newly developed bamboo essential oil from an essential oil workshop in the suburbs!

This gift aroused everyone's curiosity and admiration.

Zhao Sichen stood by the door with a smile, and saw off the guests with good spirits, and the stone in his heart fell.

It is expected to turn over from the dining house.

Sure enough, as Zhao Sichen expected, after the poetry banquet, the private room away from the dining house returned to a state where it was difficult to find a room.

Although the poetry appreciation banquet has ended, the ink treasures of the two great Confucians, as well as the poems written by many talented women, are still hanging in the hall for the ladies and ladies who came to the dining house to enjoy.

Many people who were unable to attend the poetry banquet lined up to book a private room.

Although I can't see the master's calligraphy for the first time, it's good to wait two months and have the opportunity to see it.

In addition, after looking at the ink treasures left behind, some guests were very poetic and also swayed their pen and ink-

Everyone knows that the people who come to the Lili dining house are all women, and they are not afraid of the handwriting in the boudoir circulating.

In the welcome hall away from the dining house, more and more poems are left, and it has become the most famous and difficult to come to a scenic spot in Daqing City.

At the same time, the students in Daqing City gradually spread the theme of "bamboo" and wrote poems and lyrics.

If you do it poorly, you will be ridiculed by others: even the young lady of whomever is not as good as it.

So that many students have no light on their faces, so they can only continue to work hard and read poetry and books.