What a pair of starry eyes, like a pool of clear spring, clear but bottomless; there seems to be some kind of magic power inside, which makes people want to explore again and again until their entire soul is lost.
Wan Qijing has read countless people, but she has never seen such unique eyes. And her casual and generous expression makes those eyes full of charm.
She is not a peerless beauty who captivates the whole country, she is a stunning woman who can never be forgotten after one glance!
He finally understood why the arrogant Wan Qiqing fell in love with her. But no matter how he looked at it, she didn't look like a scheming woman, let alone an unscrupulous woman.
Wan Qizhao held an evil smile and stared closely at her nonchalant face. How could such a free and easy appearance appear on an official lady? He seemed to know too little about her. It was undeniable that he
Want to know more about her.
The expressions of the third brother and the sixth brother fell into Wan Qiqing's eyes one by one, and the wrinkles between his eyebrows gradually deepened. Although she was only the target of his revenge at this time, he did not like other men looking at her with such eyes.
Even if they are his brothers.
Wan Qiqing said in a deep voice, "Okay, let's get started."
More and more servants gathered at the door, everyone wanted to take a look at the excitement.
Mei Yuren walked slowly to the round table in the hall and smiled calmly at Wan Qiqing, "King Qing, you will be the one to come up with the first title."
Wan Qiqing nodded, pondered for a moment, and then said, "I will compose a song with the theme of 'sadness'."
Mrs. Mei chuckled softly, rolled her eyes, and opened her mouth, "The wind has caught the dust and the fragrance of the flowers has faded. I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are different, people are not in the same place, and everything is resting. I want to speak and shed tears first. I heard that Shuangxi Spring is good, so I plan to
I am afraid that the boat on the Shuangxi River will not be able to carry it, and there will be a lot of sorrow. (Excerpt from "Wulingchun") "
As soon as he finished speaking, Wan Qijing couldn't suppress his praise, "Good words, good words! What a good sentence, 'Things are different and people are not the same.'"
Wan Qiqing also praised, "Mei'er's lyrics are truly outstanding."
"Haha, Miss Lan, you can't lose to Mrs. Mei. I bet a thousand taels of gold." Wan Qizhao put all his attention on Mai Mai.
Mai Mai frowned, sad? Lyrics? Are the lyrics okay?
No matter what, she doesn't care about winning or losing anyway, as long as she can tell the truth.
"The dream turns into a wisp of incense in the distance, your appearance is blown away by the wind, the chrysanthemums are burning brilliantly, your smile has turned yellow, and the flowers have fallen to my heart. I lie quietly with my thoughts, slightly shaken by the wind, and your shadow is cut
Continuously, leaving me alone and sad on the lake."
I don't know if "Chrysanthemum Terrace" is sad enough.
"The chrysanthemums are burning brilliantly...the flowers have fallen to my heart, leaving me alone and heartbroken..." Wan Qijing's eyelids closed slightly and she murmured again.
Wan Qiqing's face was a little incredulous, while Wan Qizhao's expression was one of expected determination.
Mrs. Mei slowly looked at Mai Mai, with doubts and disbelief in her eyes. She had never seen the format of this poem before. It was strange and orderly, but it explained the sad mood in an easy-to-understand and expressive way.
Incisively and vividly.
Gently, Wan Qijing opened his eyes, "This first question should be a draw."
Mai Mai's starry eyes widened in disbelief. She just stole Fang Wenshan's words. How could she pass the test?