The poetry meeting was held at the Zui'an Teahouse, which was owned by the Su Mansion. The Zui'an Building had three floors, with a platform in the middle, dividing the teahouse into two. There were many tables on the platform, and a group of literati and scholars bowed their heads.
Meditate, spread out the paper, and write wonderful pens. The two buildings stand opposite each other. On the east side are the young men from aristocratic families, literati and poets. On the west side are the young ladies from famous families.
When Mr. Gu arrived at the poetry meeting, it had already begun. He saw too many people and was afraid that Liu Meizhuang would lose him, so he did not worry about so much etiquette at the moment. He stretched out his hand to pull Liu Meizhuang and walked inside.
Liu Yan stood in the attic, joking with several women around him, and paying attention to the young master below. Listening to the admiration of the women in his ears, Liu Yan just smiled. Wherever his eyes went, he never stopped on a man. There was.
Many men are attracted to her and look at her frequently.
Mr. Liu originally did not agree with her attending today's poetry meeting, but because she had pleased Mrs. Liu in advance, she got this opportunity. If it were an ordinary poetry meeting, she would naturally not want to come. But today's poetry meeting is the direct young master of the Su family.
Those who arrange it must pay a lot of attention to it. She is watching to see if she can be lucky enough to meet Mr. Gu. On such a grand occasion, it stands to reason that Mr. Gu will show up. Maybe the sky will pay off, Liu Yan was thinking
Then he saw the figure below coming, and his hand immediately clenched the handkerchief. Sure enough, he was here.
"Brother Zixu, do you still like this poetry meeting?" Gu Wenshu watched Liu Meizhuang speak, but did not notice that Third Young Master Gu was holding Liu Meizhuang's hand.
Gu Wenyan looked at it, but she didn't expect that Fifth Sister, who is usually introverted, would boldly talk to a man today. She also glanced at Liu Meizhuang and was shocked when she noticed Master Gu's hand. Two men, how could two men shake hands?
?
Liu Meizhuang looked at Zui'an Tea House. It was her first time to attend this kind of poetry meeting. Seeing so many handsome young men and pretty ladies, she became a little interested. She wanted to see what this poetry meeting was about.
Program. After listening to Gu Wenshu's question, he turned around and noticed Gu Wenyan's gaze, and immediately withdrew his hand.
"This is my first time attending a poetry meeting, so it's a bit new. But Fifth Miss, this place is crowded with people. Is Fifth Miss still used to it?"
Gu Wenshu's cheeks turned red at that moment, and she did not dare to look at her, showing a bit of the shyness of a daughter. Young Master Gu looked back and saw Liu Meizhuang Qiao smiling brightly, his sister showing her shyness, and at that moment
There is fortification.
"I often attend these poetry gatherings with my sister, and I'm used to it, but I didn't expect it to be so lively today." Gu Wenshu's eyes were a little shy, and her eyes were wandering.
"Today is the Su Mansion's poetry meeting, so it will naturally be more lively." Gu Wenyan pulled her sister and said with a smile.
The crowd was so crowded that Liu Meizhuang had no choice but to follow Mr. Gu closely. Sister Gu Wenyan followed behind and happened to enter the platform. Mr. Gu didn't pay any attention to these words, but Liu Meizhuang took a few more glances. The man's pen and ink were swaying,
The writing is elegant, and all the poems mentioned are poems. Just then, a man's deep voice came to my ears, slowly chanting:
Stop playing on the swing,
Get up and straighten your slender hands.
The dew is strong and the flowers are thin,
Thin sweat and light clothes.
Liu Meizhuang's eyes lit up, this was the first paragraph of "Dian Crimson Lips". At this time, another woman echoed:
I saw someone coming,
The stockings are cut with gold hairpins.
and walk away in shame,
Leaning against the door and looking back,
But I smell the green plums.
Liu Yan chanted slowly and walked slowly down the stairs. Wearing a pea-green cone filament and dianthus embroidered brocade, she walked gracefully towards Mr. Gu San and others with a smile on her face.