Zhong Ling looked at the couplet, his eyes lit up, and he said, "This is interesting!" ”

You Buyu glanced at it, and said calmly, "I put all my mind on flattery, and I lost the fun, it was a very ordinary couplet." ”

Zhong Ling was used to his picking, anyway, she said okay, either it was okay or she picked a little thorn.

She also scolded him, okay, you can write a better one. w✿ap.fengs✦h✻❄✤fo

People can be justified and say that the writing is not as good as others, is there no qualification to evaluate and appreciate?

said that Zhong Ling had nothing to say.

But because of this, the two have been discussing back and forth when appreciating and observing the works.

I don't know how many drums I struck, how many works I watched, the flower finally stopped in Zhong Ling's hand, Zhong Ling in addition to calligraphy and painting, it is completely impossible to write couplets and poems.

So she put pen to paper, thought about it, and made a picture on rice paper.

With a few strokes, a Q version of the villain appeared on the painting, riding a horse and holding a whip.

Although it is only a few simple strokes, because it captures the divine essence, it completely vividly shows the expressionless but arrogant arrogance of the horseback riding villain.

But because it's a simplified Q version, it's not annoying to look at this villain, but it's cute and lovely.

Zhong Ling chuckled when he looked at the painting.

You Buyu's eyes sank, and he only felt that this painting looked a bit like whom, and before he could react, Zhong Ling showed the painting himself.

This display, this novel style of painting immediately attracted everyone's attention, especially when the old man Zhou called out that the painting was not his grandson.

Everyone looked at the portrait, and then looked at You Buyu next to Zhong Ling, and then they came to their senses.

"It's like, it's like it."

"It's amazing."

Hearing these voices, You Buyu reacted that it was actually him, he turned his head to look at Zhong Lingdao, "You painted me?" ”

Zhong Ling asked rhetorically, "Can't you draw?" ”

You Buyu thought of the villain he saw just now, and said angrily, "Am I like that?" Do you want to paint, can you paint a little more domineering? ”

Zhong Lingdao: "I think that's quite domineering." ”

You Buyu didn't believe it, he said expressionlessly, "You don't allow that to spread out, I'll have to take it back later." ”

Zhong Ling didn't force this, she didn't want to make a name for herself with this painting.

She said, "Whatever you want." ”

Sure enough, after circulating it around, he came back, and You Buyu put the painting away.

Originally, looking at the little villain, You Buyu wanted to tear it up, after all, he was going to sit in a high position in the future, but at the thought of tearing it off like this, Zhong Shuyu might be sad.

So after looking at it, in the end, You Buyu still didn't tear it off, but folded it up and put it in his arms.

After that, the drumming and passing the flowers never reached the hands of the two again, one of them had almost one turn, and after some people had two turns, this time the drumming and passing the flowers finally ended.

Although it took more than two hours before and after, no one found it boring, and still felt unfinished.

So then everyone came to the creek that was specially made by draining in front of the garden, and played the last game of the banquet tonight, that is, to imitate the meandering water of their predecessors.

The so-called meandering water is to sit on the ground on both sides of the clear stream, put the wine glass filled with wine in the stream, and float slowly down from the upstream, and whoever the stream turns or stops in front of him, who has to improvise a poem.

If you can't compose a poem on the spot, you will be punished with three cups.

This Zhong Ling naturally heard about it when she read history, and now she is quite looking forward to experiencing it herself, although she is not good at writing poetry, but there are celebrities and scholars here.

Soon, after discussing the topic of tonight's poem, the theme was decided.

Since it's the height of summer, it's the season of flowers.

Then take flowers as the theme, give a seven-law poem, and limit the rhyme.