Crashing

After the banquet, everyone had tea for a while. At this time, the spring was just right, and Mrs. Hu ordered someone to bring a pot of flowers up.

The Ma family is good at flower ducts. Whether it is inserted into bottles or grown in basins, they are all very pleasing to the eye.

Cui Jiuzhen also nodded slightly, it was indeed much better than she had ever seen.

"Which pot do you like? I'll have someone send it back to you when you go back."

Ma Qin turned her head and said, "I am honored."

If you want to be better at flower art than hers, you really can't find a second one, so you will give it some every year.

Ordinary one or two basins are enough. As for those who come and go, they will naturally be sent out with bottles.

Cui Jiuzhen was not polite. The Cui family was indeed not very good at this. In the past, Wen's family only bought a flower house at most.

In addition, the Cui family has never held a banquet since the death of his old wife, so these things are naturally lost.

"In previous years, many people have answered a picture and wrote a few poems. Are you ready this year?"

Hu asked with a smile.

Cui Jiuzhen and Ma Qin were both in a stagnant and quickly lowered their heads to drink tea.

Ma Qin was quite surprised when she noticed that the people around her were like hers, "You are the granddaughter of the imperial teacher, why are you hiding?"

Cui Jiuzhen glanced at her with a faint expression, "Look at them one by one, eager to try, rushing for fame and fortune, is it boring?"

Ma Qin raised her eyebrows and lit her chin, as if that was the case.

She was tired of reading those faces, so she just could write a few poems! She had never studied hard before, otherwise, she would be their turn.

Seeing that she accepted her remarks, Cui Jiuzhen breathed a sigh of relief.

How could she write poetry? She thinks that her talent is not that far, but if she is forced, she cannot move the left by her predecessors.

But she thought she was not as thick as that.

I happened to see her evasive look. The woman sitting next to Jiao Wanjun pulled her and said, "Look at that big girl Cui, isn't she like Ma Qin, and she has no ink in her stomach, and can't even write a poem."

"No! She is the granddaughter of the imperial teacher, and her father is a second-class Jinshi. How could he not even write a poem?"

Someone said in surprise.

Jiao Wanjun also looked at Cui Jiuzhen. Actually, whether she will or not has nothing to do with her. However, it is really unpleasant to be so arrogant and show-off.

Before she could speak, the people around her spoke, "Miss Cui, I heard that you have outstanding talents earlier. Today, I will start with you, so I can teach us sisters how different the Cui family is from us, and that is, generations of capable people are produced."

Cui Jiuzhen looked at her and took all the faces of several people into her eyes.

She said lightly: "I have no interest in these things, I'm afraid I'm not as good as my sisters. If I do it, it will be embarrassing to my grandfather and father."

"Where is Miss Cui's words? Is it because I am so humble, may I look down on me?"

Mrs. Hu couldn't help it and interrupted them, "What do you think of? Miss Cui doesn't like to interact with others and rarely attends banquets, let alone recite poems outside and write them right. Don't make things difficult for others."

When the girl heard this, she refused to accept it, "It's just a poem. Miss Cui refused to give her this face?"

Ma Qin frowned, and she became a little aggressive like this.

Cui Jiuzhen held down Ma Qin who wanted to speak, looked at the woman and said, "Let's do this! I really don't like me when I recite poems, but if I don't dislike them, I can help you start to record the poems you wrote."

When Mrs. Hu heard this, she immediately clapped her hands, "This is good, your handwriting is the best in the boudoir. I haven't seen it for several years. Now I want to have a deeper attainment."

The woman who wanted to be entangled with this stopped when she heard this. She looked at Jiao Wanjun, "What word is better than Wanjun's word?"

The few people agreed and they all disliked Cui Jiuzhen, who was like stars holding the moon.

"Sister-in-law Hu praised it, but she has been practicing for a long time."

Cui Jiuzhen is still confident about this. The original owner was personally enlightened by the old man at the age of five, and she also practiced calligraphy since she was a child.

The two of them have at least twenty years of foundation together. Will they lose to these little girls?

She straightened her waist and soon someone started writing. Sister Hu was happy today and grinded her for herself.

Cui Jiuzhen nodded and thanked her, then looked at everyone, "Who are you going first?"

The people here looked at each other, not that they didn’t want to be the ones who started, but this time they were a little weak.

What if people look down on their own poems in front of Cui Jiuzhen?

So, everyone turned their attention to Jiao Wanjun. Cui Yuanshu used to be, but now she is gone, Jiao Wanjun is still there.

Both of them are famous daughters in the boudoir, and their talents are outstanding, so of course others are inferior.

Seeing everyone looking at her, Jiao Wanjun had no choice but to speak. She thought for a while and said, "The wind blew up and the water was gently passing by. One day, the spring came, and the flowers bloomed. Today, I am young and I rode the brocade silk, and the fragrant car and the BMW stepped on the red green."

After Cui Jiuzhen finished her words, she also stopped her pen in a moment.

I didn't realize it when I wrote it, and then read it after I finished it. Jiao Wanjun is indeed a bit real and knowledgeable.

Anyway, she can't write this poem.

Cui Jiuzhen watched for a while, put down her pen, and smiled at Jiao Wanjun, "Grandma Zhang is so literary."

Jiao Wanjun nodded, and saw her rising up, and when she saw the lines of vigorous and beautiful, arrogant and steady words on the rice paper, she immediately became deeper.

Others also lifted their skirts and rushed up like butterflies, stretching their heads to look.

Sister-in-law Hu's eyes lit up, she picked up the paper and looked at it carefully, saying, "Good poems, good words!"

This is even more amazing than the words she read in the past few years. Although there are still some traces of the past, it is obviously more prominent.

The combination of the two has made people more profound attainments, which really makes people amazed.

"I'll give this word and poem to me. Are you two willing?" Mrs. Hu looked at the two and said, "I'll give you more pots of flowers in the back."

Cui Jiuzhen naturally had no objection, only a few words left, and so did Jiao Wanjun.

She was always aloof and her face was the same. Hu didn't care about it. She just collected the rice paper with joy, placed it properly, and prepared to go back and frame it.

Everyone with different minds was much more at ease than before, and even those who didn't like her at first did not speak.

When he returned to the seat, Ma Qin immediately came over, "I knew that you still have some real skills. Look, Jiao Wanjun is afraid he will be unhappy."

Cui Jiuzhen is naturally capable of bending her lips. She is not only good at calligraphy, but also even more powerful in flirting with her younger brother!

Seeing Jiao Wanjun get up and leave the table, she didn't care. Anyway, she was not the one who was unhappy, so she didn't care about her.

After sitting for a while, several people also offered a few poems during this period. It was not very amazing, but it was also good.

Later, Mrs. Hu suggested going to see the blooming peach blossoms and weeping crabapples in the mansion.

It was a perfect flowering period, and it would be a pity if I didn't take a look at it. Cui Jiuzhen had to be invited to follow her.

If she wants to think, why not find a place to stay, eat tea and shake her feet, and not feel comfortable to compare and compare?

When she arrived at the Peach Blossom Forest, she said to Maqin: "I want to find a place to sit. Is there any more simplicity here?"

Ma Qin looked at her with contempt. How could this person sit and never stand, and never sit while lying. I am really lazy!

"However, I'll take you there."

She pulled her and walked towards a small path. Not far away was a rockery, and there was a pavilion next to it.

She pointed, "Just there! I'll give you some snacks to serve you."

Cui Jiuzhen bent her eyebrows and said, "That's thank you Miss Ma!"

Ma Qin wrinkled her nose, but she still jumped away happily, and Cui Jiuzhen walked away with Yuyan.

As soon as he walked around the rockery, he immediately withdrew his feet and turned around to cover the Yuyan that he had hit him.
Chapter completed!