Tianxiang chuckled, sat back next to him, and said loudly to Su San, "Hey, listen carefully... You are not allowed to be a slut for a while. If you don't do it well, you will be punished..."
He chuckled and didn't take Tianxiang's words to heart. He was just more interested in Mr. Yu who was about to write poems... His eyes gently looked at Mr. Yu, looking expectant... Mr. Yu was attracted by him.
She was a little uncomfortable, but she could be considered a person who had been around for many years, so this discomfort was resolved with just a few gestures.
Afterwards, she quietly began to think about the poems she was going to make... No one bothered her. Jigong was taking a nap on the side, Tianxiang was joking with Su San softly, and Yu'er stood aside angrily, kicking the legs of the stool.
It was still lively outside, and people kept writing their own poems for public review, but everyone was interested in judging. On the surface, they sounded good, but in fact, most of them were holding back in private. Although, they also wrote some good things.
There were several poems, but none of them could be made public... After a while, Mr. Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Fortunately, I have a few sentences. If I really couldn't do it, then it would be...
It’s so embarrassing…”
Then a servant handed over the four treasures of the house, and Tianxiang also hurriedly went over to study the ink... "I know what my mother has experienced the most, she has it so quickly..."
"It's all your fault... When Mr. Su comes up with something nice to say, you have to help mother cover it up..."
"Mom is just too humble. Maybe she is better than Su, the most talented person..." Tianxiang Su San's eyes were a bit apprehensive.
I don’t know if my nature is like this, or if it’s just for him, but there is some innocence... It’s not easy to maintain such innocence in a place like that... Mr. Yu stopped talking. With her slender hands, she picked up the pen and clicked.
After getting some ink, he slowly started writing one stroke at a time... After writing two sentences at the beginning, he stopped, as if he was thinking about how to write next. Su San raised his eyes to the paper, and saw that the two sentences were all gone.
It's 'seven words', so you know it's a seven-character rhymed poem... Women can write lyrics very well, but their achievements in poetry are far inferior to men. Women who can write poems must have some talent...
...Yu thought for a while, and seemed to have figured out one of the joints. Then he picked up the pen again and started writing. He wrote four sentences in eight rows before he stopped the pen and added a name in front of the poem.
, then put down the pen... "It's funny..." Mr. Yu smiled.
Jigong, who was dozing over there, seemed to suddenly become energetic. He immediately sat up straight and reached out to take the poem on the table... while reading: "Hua Ju... Well, the title of this poem is somewhat meaningful..."
If you don’t know how to write poems and plays, how can it be a contest of painting and drawing? Haha, Yu is a talented woman. This first sentence has some flavor. It is obviously a poem, but it says "Shiyu", which is a bit ingenious.
This sentence alone is better than many poems..."
"Ji Gong has given me the award...it's just some petty thoughts that cannot be seen by everyone and can't be appreciated in elegant halls..."
Jigong then continued to read, "'The leaves are poured into thousands of ink, and the flowers are stained with a few traces of frost'... Well, this is the scene of painting...'The light and dense spirit will be like the shadow before the wind, and escape from the autumn life'
"Fragrance on the bottom of the wrist"...Oh, from the scenery of the painting, to the person who painted it? Wonderful...'Don't think that you are leisurely picking things in the east fence, sticking to the screen and chatting to comfort the Double Ninth Festival'..."
"Yes, this concept and this line of work are not conventional, and it is refreshing and pleasant to read... It is really good, but it is a pity that I am not a man. If I have this talent, I am afraid that I will be on the list in the autumn exam...
…”
Mrs. Yu then laughed and said, "Old man Liao praised it... This can only be something I made for fun in the house, but I don't deserve such a compliment... The old man comes from a generous family, and Mr. Su is recognized as a great talent.
Taking out this poem by Mr. Yu is really embarrassing..."
"There is no need to show off one's embarrassment. If you say this poem is good, then it means it is really good... You also said that old man, I am from a generous family, so what the generous family said can't be wrong. Don't be too modest... Okay
If it's good, if it's not good, it's bad. The old man will never be careless about it. Well, it's just that this poem is already so good. I wonder if someone will be a little nervous?
If you really can't do something good, that would be a bit embarrassing..."
Mr. Ji looked at Su San... He took the paper with the poem written on it from Mr. Ji. He did not put it on the paper, but looked at Mr. Ji and said, "How about Mr. Ji also writes a poem, and the three of us put the poem on it."
Let’s compete together?”
"Ah... well, oh... all of a sudden, my head started to feel dizzy again... oh, as I get older, I just can't use my brain for a long time. I can only comment on a poem. It's so strenuous. I really don't need it anymore...
"
He looked at Jigong with disdain and thought, should he write an ordinary poem first? When Jigong is inspired and willing to write poems, he will take out the stuff from the bottom of the box and press it down for him, so that it will stink him up.
temper?
Let's forget it... This old guy is afraid that he will see through his intentions and refuse to be fooled... Su San looked at the paper again and saw that the handwriting was silky and beautiful, not to mention the poem, just these words made people feel happy.
Cool.
He smiled and blew on the paper to let all the ink dry. Then he folded it and put it in his arms... The fragrance was so fragrant that he acted like this, and he couldn't help but feel a little dazed... Seeing that, Mr. Yu
With his actions like this, he couldn't help but blush a little, and his eyes were somewhat blaming him for his rude behavior... A strange look appeared on Jigong's face, and a vague smile hung on the corner of his mouth... Everyone has their own thoughts...
But this poem was carried into Su San's arms.
"Master..." A servant came in... Jigong raised his eyes, "Oh... but what good poems did those talented people write?"
"Not yet. Sheriff Lin's carriage has arrived. Master Lin heard that the master was here, so he came to see him..." The servant responded softly... Jigong frowned imperceptibly, then waved his hand and said
, "Then please invite Mr. Lin in and have a cup of tea..."
Su San picked up the teacup, walked to the side of the hall and sat down again. Tianxiang also followed and sat next to him. Yu thought for a while and sat aside, as if he didn't want to get close to Mr. Lin who was about to come in.
.
After a while, a fat man walked in, who must be Lord Lin Hailu.
Following Lin Hailu, there was also Lin Rong who walked in... Following Lin Rong, there was also a woman.
He glanced lightly, his eyes suddenly opened suddenly, and then he gently turned his face... He did not expect that the person who followed Lin Rong in would be Ren Yingying...