At the foot of the Peach Blossom Slope and on the bank of Qinfang, Li Wan had already ordered people to surround the pavilion as a venue for poetry club activities.

The pavilion, which was originally decorated with flowers, golden beasts burning incense, and full of elegance, became even more fragrant after members of the Haitang Club gathered.

Shi Xiangyun and Tanchun are always the most active. They laughed and said: "This time our poetry club is prosperous. I thought that the two sisters from the Li family would not be able to catch up, but I didn't expect that they would also come back.

So, plus the thirteen people we originally planned, there will be a total of fifteen!"

Hearing the sound, everyone turned their attention to the slim sisters Li Min and Li Qi, who looked like a pair of sisters, making the two of them smile shyly.

They had followed their mother to visit relatives for a few days. Fortunately, they were back, otherwise they would have missed this "grand event."

Yes, so many little sisters gathered together to drink and write poems. They had never heard of such a thing before, so they couldn't help but look forward to it.

As for their mother, she had come with them to have a look before. Maybe she didn't want to stay here and delay their younger generation's play, so when Aunt Xue came over, she simply followed her to Hengwuyuan to talk.

Different from the expectations of the Li sisters, the You sisters seemed a bit embarrassed.

It's not that everyone doesn't let them play. Li Wan has asked them before, but they know that with their superficial knowledge of a few words, it would be a shame to play with these people.

Seeing these people playing with literary things for who knows how long, Sanjie You, who was unwilling to keep watching, suddenly saw a little maid holding many kites next to her, so she tugged on her sister's sleeves, signaled, and quietly

Followed.

"Due to some special reasons, it has been almost two months since we last opened a club. This is also the longest interval since the establishment of Haitang Club."

Haitang President Li Wan came out, suppressed the excited and chattering sisters, and delivered a speech.

"In this season when peach blossoms are in full bloom, as agreed, the title of our poetry club is..."

"wait."

President Li, who didn't expect his words to be interrupted, looked at Lin who was speaking, and subconsciously glanced at Jia Lian, who was sitting next to him talking to his sister, who was too friendly and not at all paternalistic.

Facing the scrutinizing gazes of everyone, Daiyu walked to the middle, smiled playfully at Li Wan, then took out a folded note from her sleeve and stuffed it to Li Wan.

Faced with Li Wan's surprised gaze, she smiled and said: "We have been talking about setting up a club and writing peach blossoms for more than ten days. For such a long time, no one knows how many peach blossoms we have made, even if it is now

It's not that difficult to ask for a letter.

I have a better topic here..."

Daiyu stopped talking at this point, but people who knew her well probably understood what she meant.

Damn it, she had to change the subject on the spot!

For a time, countless talented men and women who were not confident enough broke into a cold sweat.

Li Wan naturally also understood that among the many sisters-in-law, Daiyu was definitely one of the most talented. Among the previous poetry societies, she had gained a considerable voice in the society by virtue of her strength.

Therefore, even as the president, she did not dare to ignore Daiyu's suggestion easily.

But she was an upright person, and although she didn't want to offend Daiyu, she also didn't want to let Daiyu be arrogant and deliberately make things difficult for everyone. Therefore, when she subconsciously unfolded the note to observe, she was still thinking about how to reject Daiyu's unreasonable request.

However, her idea changed after carefully reading the note Daiyu handed her.

What Daiyu handed to Li Wan was naturally the ditty "Ru Meng Ling" that Xiangyun had written based on his feelings.

The original manuscript was originally kept by Baochai, and she specially asked for it.

Everyone else probably guessed that what Daiyu gave Li Wan was a poem. Looking at Li Wan's appearance, they thought that Lin Xiaoxiang had done something good again. So they all gathered around to watch.

After a while, Li Wan gave the manuscript to the competing sisters and looked at Daiyu: "Did you write it?"

"I don't dare to steal this name. This is a poem written by a certain 'Jin Xin Xiu Kou' just now. I haven't even covered it yet, so I will quickly take it out for everyone to appreciate."

Daiyu glanced at Xiangyun with a smile.

Only then did everyone realize that it was actually the work of Xiang Yun.

Naturally, Shi Xiangyun discovered early on that Daiyu was "cheating" with her things. But at first she was really satisfied with the little poem she had written in a flash of inspiration.

Secondly, she could guess that Daiyu did this just to add glory to Today's Poetry Club. It just so happened that she also wanted everyone to write "Catkins" to see if anyone could write better than hers.

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Therefore, facing everyone's admiring looks and words of approval, she just smiled slightly shyly.

Daiyu smiled at the right time and said: "How about it? Jin Xin Xiu's mouth is already full of pearls and jade, and she has painted all the catkins alive. It's perfect. Although we don't eat as much meat as she does, if we compare in a row,

If you don’t even dare to compete, wouldn’t it be like letting her take the lead today?”

In fact, there is no need for Daiyu to inspire the generals. After circulating Xiangyun's Dream Order, many friends have already begun to look at the catkins dancing in the sky and meditate.

Baochai also helped: "Although the theme was originally Peach Blossom, we got together just for fun. It's rare that Zhenxia's Catkins is interesting and appropriate for the occasion. We might as well add a temporary chapter and write it later.

It’s not too late for peach blossoms.”

Mr. Heng Wu, the former top authority of the Haitang Club, had spoken. Li Wan no longer had any doubts and nodded immediately: "In that case, then add a new club. It will be limited to one stick of incense, with catkins as the title, and various minor tunes."

But I have something to say first, because it is a temporary addition, no matter what, it is just for fun, and there will be no rewards or punishments."

As the president, Li Wan basically reviews and ranks the works of previous Haitang Clubs.

The sisters also recognized her level of judgment and appreciation.

But she knew that she could only appreciate it, but in fact her essays and thoughts were far inferior to those of Baochai Daiyu and others.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Therefore, when the Haitang Society was established, there was an agreement. The weaker ones like Li Wan, Yingchun, and Xichun all held "official positions" in the society.

.Li Wan is the president, and Yingchun and Xichun are the secretaries.

When faced with simple questions, the three of them would do it as long as they could. If they couldn't do it, they wouldn't force it or punish them.

In other words, the real members of the club are Baochai, Daiyu, Xiangyun, Zhen Yuhuan, Tanchun, Jia Baoyu and Jia Lian, among whom Jia Lian is often absent.

Now that there are so many new sisters, their true level is still uncertain. In order to avoid hurting self-esteem and maintaining everyone's dignity, Li Wan made the final emphasis.

Daiyu just smiled at this. She just wanted to have fun and take the opportunity to show off her talents. She didn't really want to compete with anyone, so naturally she didn't care.

After it was agreed upon, a maid brought the incense burner, and Baochai personally lit a stick of "Dream Sweet Incense" for the time being, and then each of them started talking bitterly.

Daiyu felt that she had come up with the topic herself, and others would inevitably suspect that she had it. She didn't want people to think that she was taking advantage, so she immediately stepped forward and wrote down the lyrics, but she accepted it herself and refused to cooperate with her.

People watch.

Soon Baochai, Baoqin, Zhen Yuhuan and others were also there.

Seeing everyone coming up to write one after another, Jia Baoyu, who kept looking here and there, started to panic.

I hurriedly meditated for half a day and only wrote half of it. I felt that it didn't make sense. I was distressed and rubbed it again. When I wanted to start again, I found that the incense had burned out.

He sighed dejectedly, not willing to force himself to take the blame. He just lamented in his heart that he really lacked talent and suffered a loss in this kind of on-the-spot test, and then threw his hands together and was willing to admit defeat.

Seeing that everyone had finished writing what they could, Li Wan smiled and said, "Okay, who of you will bring it up first?"

"Xiao Xiangzi was the first to write it, let's read hers first."

Faced with everyone's recommendation, Daiyu was not afraid and handed over the poem manuscript generously.

After Li Wan took it, he laughed and said to everyone: "It's a song called "Tang Duoling"."

Then Fang Nian said:

"Powder falls into the state of hundreds of flowers, and the fragrance lingers in the swallow tower. The groups form pairs one by one. Wandering is like a person's life is thin, and the sky is lingering, talking about romance.

Even the grass and trees are aware of their sorrow, and their youth is growing old! Sigh, who will give it up and who will take it away in this life? Marry to the east wind and spring and leave alone, and endure the floods to stay."

After hearing this, everyone sighed: "Of course it's good, but it's just too sad."

But he was sitting on the edge, smiling and looking at the elegant and charming Jia Lian, and his expression changed at this time.

Without him, the scene in front of him gave him a very strange feeling, as if he had seen it in a dream.

While he was distracted, Tanchun and others gathered around him after appreciating his poems, asking for his poem manuscript.

Jia Lian smiled and gave them the song "Nan Kezi" he wrote.

"The slender strands are hanging in the air, and the threads are hanging down. It is difficult to tie and tie, and the east, west, north and south are separated at any time.

You will not feel sorry for me when I am gone, but I will know when I fly. When the orioles are sad and the butterflies are tired and blooming in the late morning, we will see you again in the next spring."

When Li Wanfang was about to finish reading, Tanchun clapped his hands and said, "As expected of the second brother Lian, this writing is both good and elegant."

"Sister Tanchun is right."

Facing the compliments from her sisters, Jia Lian shook her head and said, "Don't compliment me anymore. I can't compare to Xiao Xiangzi in this song. I'm the only one who is thick-skinned and dares to show it out behind her."

When Jia Lian said this, although everyone found it interesting, they didn't find it easy to laugh.

I wanted to say something nice, but I really couldn't unconscionably say that Nan Kezi was better than Tang Duoling, so I had to stop talking quietly.

I sighed in my heart, as expected, second brother Lian has a broad mind. If it were anyone else, with such a status and talent, they would not admit so frankly that they are inferior to others.

Daiyu also glanced at Jia Lian with a smile, and deliberately said that Jia Lian's poem was already very good, much better than what she had written before in the poetry club. After all, she felt that it was too proud and obvious, so she didn't say it.

After seeing Jia Lian, everyone originally wanted to recommend Jia Baoyu. But Jia Baoyu said that he had handed in a blank paper, so everyone let him go and came to see Baoqin.

At this time, Li Wan felt that his mouth was a little dry, so he delegated power to Baochai: "As an elder sister, come and read it to her."

Baochai didn't shirk the blame, took it and said:

"The Han Garden has limited sporadic elements, but the Sui Dynasty embankments are endlessly decorated. The cause of the Spring Festival is in the east wind, and the pear blossoms in the bright moon are just a dream."

There are several red-coloured courtyards, whose fragrant snow curtains are there? The south and north of the Yangtze River are the same, but people hate them so much when they are away!"
To be continued...