Gu Xinian had enough time to appreciate her expression and responded with a smile: "Don't worry, we will never make fun of you."
How strange!
Ye Qinglan curled her lips secretly in her heart, but quickly searched for the ancient poems she had learned in her mind. Of course, those before the Song Dynasty cannot be used, preferably those after the Ming and Qing Dynasties...
Mrs. Zheng and others saw the excitement here, and they all came over with smiles. When they heard that they were going to compose poems, they couldn't help laughing.
Gu Xi was stunningly talented at a young age, and won the first prize at the age of sixteen. Although he did not become an official, his reputation for talent was resounding throughout the capital. So far, no one has ever heard of anyone who dared to compose a poem in front of the Fourth Young Master Gu.
This little girl actually wants to do whatever she wants, so she has some courage.
Mrs. Zheng smiled and asked the maids to go to the study room to get pens, inks, paper and inkstones, and spread them on the stone table nearby. Then she asked softly: "Yu'er, you always like reading and writing the most. Why don't you join in the fun and make a speech together?
The poem is ready."
Gu Xiyu looked hesitant.
Since he didn't shake his head, he was obviously moved.
Mrs. Zheng was overjoyed. It seemed that it was right to invite Sister Ye Qinglan to visit today. Gu Xiyu was much more cheerful today than usual.
Mrs. Zheng accompanied Gu Xiyu to stop in front of a pot of orchids. Cui Wan also became interested and joined in the fun, and went to the other side with Mrs. Zheng. Ye Qingning and Ye Qingrou were also frowning and thinking hard. At this time, the person most leisurely looking around was probably Gu Xinian
and Ye Qinglan.
Gu Xinian was confident, but Ye Qinglan was more aware of herself. Rather than racking her brains to think of a poem, it would be quicker to plagiarize a ready-made poem.
Their eyes accidentally met.
Gu Xinian's eyes were so deep that it was difficult to tell what he was thinking. Ye Qinglan was also good at concealing his true emotions. Their eyes met each other, and with a slight touch, they moved away.
The time of a stick of incense is neither fast nor slow.
The first person to write was Ye Qingning. She walked to the stone table, holding the brush in hand, and wrote a few sentences quickly. Then she raised her head and smiled proudly: "Cousin, I'm already fine. Have you thought about it?"
Gu Xinian smiled leisurely: "I'll wait a moment." He glanced at Ye Qinglan intentionally or unintentionally.
Looking at this posture, he is completely competing with himself today.
It's really baffling. She obviously didn't do anything, so why did she provoke this Gu Xinian?
Ye Qinglan walked away neatly and came to Gu Xiyu's side. Gu Xiyu was looking at the orchids in front of her with a serious expression. She didn't even notice Ye Qinglan's approach.
Ye Qinglan stood consciously one meter away and did not disturb Gu Xiyu's thoughts.
Mrs. Zheng naturally noticed this detail, and a smile of approval flashed in her eyes. This girl is not only smart, but also rare to have such meticulous patience. She is also very close to her daughter, and she is really a good playmate.
Gu Xiyu's slightly frowned brows finally relaxed and she seemed to have thought about it.
Ye Qinglan then smiled and opened her mouth: "Cousin Xiyu, can I accompany you to write poetry?"
Gu Xiyu nodded, and went to the stone table with Ye Qinglan. The spacious and flat stone table was covered with white rice paper, and paperweights and inkstones and brushes were neatly placed on the side.
Gu Xiyu picked up a thin brush, dipped it in some ink, and moved the tip of the brush quickly across the paper.
The light of the weeping dew is slanted and slanted, with wind and shadows slanting on it. The layman explains this by looking at the leaves rather than the flowers.
Unconventional, a good poem! Ye Qinglan sincerely praised: "This poem is very well written, and the handwriting is beautiful and neat." Gu Xiyu was very happy to be praised, and smiled slightly, showing her teeth.
Gu Xinian and others all came over to read the poem. Without exception, everyone praised her nonstop. Especially Ye Qingrou, who was eager to please Gu Xiyu and unknowingly got closer.
A strong aroma suddenly penetrated Gu Xiyu's nose.
Gu Xiyu dodged uneasily. The movement was slight, but everyone present noticed it.
Gu Xinian frowned and said calmly: "I have also thought about my poem. Please step aside a little to prevent the ink from getting on your clothes."
Although the words were spoken calmly and politely, who could not understand the meaning behind them?
Ye Qingrou blushed slightly and took a few steps back in embarrassment. Ye Qinglan and others also moved away. No one was leaning against her anymore, and Gu Xiyu's expression gradually relaxed.
Gu Xinian casually picked up a writing brush, dipped it in thick ink, and started writing. Within a moment, the wide and flat snow-white rice paper was filled with words. The handwriting was free and unrestrained, penetrating through the back of the paper.
Ye Qingning couldn't help but walked forward and read it softly.
A solitary orchid grows in a secluded garden, while all the other grasses are barren. Although the sun is shining brightly in spring, the autumn moon is sad again. Flying frost has fallen early, and the green color is afraid of resting. If there is no breeze, who will smell the fragrance?
A faint and cold meaning quietly comes out from between the lines.
Everyone was immediately moved. When Ye Qingning looked at the poem he had written again, he was completely ashamed.
As the saying goes, words are like people. A person who can write such wanton handwriting will never be a person who is willing to be plain and gentle. But what he has always shown is an indifferent and distant gentleness. If he hadn't deliberately targeted her, he deliberately
Even if she reveals a trace of true emotion, she will probably be deceived as well.
So, what kind of person is he?
Ye Qinglan narrowed her eyes slightly and glanced at Gu Xinian intently. Gu Xinian happened to look over as well. The two of them looked at each other from a distance in the air.
This time, Ye Qinglan did not look away, and even looked back with a hint of provocation.
Although it is not clear why, his hostility towards her is obvious. In this case, she will not shrink back and show weakness!
Gu Xinian's eyes flashed slightly, and he suddenly smiled and said, "It's time for Cousin Lan's poem to be finished! You might as well write it and share it with us."
Ye Qinglan responded calmly, walked to the stone table, and just picked up the brush, suddenly thought of something, and stopped suddenly. She smiled slightly awkwardly and said: "Sixth sister, I have to trouble you about something."
Ye Qingning was startled, and was about to say something when Gu Xinian's voice suddenly sounded: "Why, isn't it convenient for Cousin Lan to write?" The black eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, clearly hiding inexplicable emotions, but they were so deep that it was easy to see.
well.
Ye Qinglan's heart trembled, and she smiled without thinking: "Cousin Gu misunderstood. I didn't study calligraphy seriously when I was young, and my handwriting was not elegant. I was really embarrassed to see others. That's why I wanted to ask my sixth sister to write for me." She looked at him expectantly.
Ye Qingning: "Sixth Sister, can you please help me?"
Of course. Ye Qingning has never refused to be in the limelight, let alone in front of Gu Xinian, so he readily agreed immediately.
Ye Qinglan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, pretending to meditate deeply for a moment, and then slowly recited: "The graceful flowers and green leaves are long, and the wind can hardly hide the fragrance in the valley. Don't be admired because of the flowers, even if there is no one, you will be fragrant."
"
This poem was written by Su Shi. It not only describes the beauty of orchids, but also metaphors the nobility of orchids. It is a rare masterpiece among orchid poems. She originally wanted to find a poem from the Ming and Qing Dynasties, but she racked her brains.
I couldn't think of anything, so I had to use this song to fill the number. I secretly prayed that Su Shi hadn't been born yet.
Looking at everyone's reactions again, Ye Qinglan secretly screamed that something was not good.
Gu Xinian was obviously a little surprised, and Ye Qingning and Ye Qingrou were even more surprised. Even Gu Xiyu looked up at Ye Qinglan blankly.
It’s over. Could it be that he was wearing a gang?
Ye Qinglan's heart tightened, and she smiled dryly and said: "What's wrong? Is this poem not good?"
"Of course not." Ye Qingning responded quickly: "This poem is very good." Even better than Gu Xinian's one. This is really shocking. I have never heard that Ye Qinglan is good at it.
compose poetry...
Ye Qingrou spoke more directly: "Thirteenth sister, was this poem really written by you? You shouldn't have read it from some book!"
When Ye Qinglan heard this, she suddenly gained confidence and responded confidently: "Of course I came up with it myself. If the Eighth Sister doesn't believe it, you can go find a book and read it."
Ye Qingrou was stunned for a moment, but she didn't ask any more questions.
Ye Qinglan looked at Gu Xinian with a slight smile: "How about asking Cousin Gu to comment?"
Gu Xinian smiled calmly and said: "It turns out that Cousin Lan has such talent. It seems that you are the winner today."
Ye Qinglan laughed three times in her heart, but she pretended to be humble and low-key on her face: "My cousin was so complimentary. In my opinion, the poem my cousin just composed is better!" This feeling of elation is really great.
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Mr. Zheng and Mrs. Zheng also came over. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "What kind of poem did you write? It opened our eyes." As they talked, they looked closer.
Gu Xinian's vigorous and powerful cursive handwriting can be easily recognized at a glance. The handwriting on the other hand is also very familiar.
Mrs. Zheng smiled when she saw it: "Isn't this the character of Ning'er?"
Ye Qinglan responded with a smile: "My writing is too ugly, so I asked my sixth sister to write it for me."
Mrs. Zheng became interested and looked at it carefully with Mrs. Zheng. The two sisters had read a lot of poems and books when they were young, and they were quite talented. They naturally had good taste in poetry. The more they smacked the words, the more they were secretly surprised.
Gu Xinian was famous for his talent, so it was not surprising that he could write such a poem in such a short time. But Ye Qinglan was just a underage girl, and it was really unexpected that she had such extraordinary talent.
Zheng suppressed her surprise and said with a smile: "In my opinion, Xinian's poem is better."
"I think this poem by Sister Lan is better." Mrs. Zheng took over with a smile: "Xinian has been reading and practicing calligraphy since he was four years old, and it has been more than ten years now. It's nothing to write such a poem.
It’s strange. Sister Lan, on the other hand, is able to compose such a good poem at such a young age. It’s really rare! Today’s poem is well deserved by Sister Lan. Don’t forget to pick out a pot of your favorite orchid to take back later.”
Ye Qinglan hurriedly said a few words of modesty. Ye Qingning and Ye Qingrou were envious and jealous, and their eyes were very hot.
At this moment, Gu Xinian said casually: "Cousin Lan is so talented in poetry. If there is a poetry meeting in the future, please give me some advice."
Ye Qinglan smiled.
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The second update today! The few orchid poems that appear in this chapter are not original. You can just take a look and do not need to verify~ o(n_n)o~ From tomorrow on, it will be updated at 8 o'clock every morning. If there is a double update, there will be another update.
It will be at six o'clock in the evening ~ (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
