"Oh, it turns out that the young lady can also compose poems." Miss Wan smiled like a Maitreya Buddha.
Mingruo raised his eyes and glanced at these top students from the 'Drama Academy'. If Miss Wan could put away the joking in her eyes, he could manage to regard her as a kind person.
"My sister-in-law knows everything, and she is often praised by my grandmother." Beigong Shishi came first to praise her, "Tell me, what is the title of today's poetry meeting?"
The maid unfolded the rice paper in her hand, and it read on it: Write a seven-character quatrain with the title "Peach Blossom", with any rhyme or rhyme.
"Hey, second brother and the others are doing quatrains today." Beigong Shishi said with a smile.
The short length of the quatrains may seem easy to write, but in fact they are the most essential part of the rhymed poems. Without the echoes between the preceding and following chapters, with only about twenty words, it would be difficult to write them brilliantly.
Ming Ruo was playing with the tea cup in his hand carelessly. These ancient people chanted "peach blossom" when they had nothing to do. They were not annoyed, and they were afraid that the peach blossoms would find them annoying.
"Sister-in-law, come quickly, I will grind ink for you." Beigong Shishi smiled and walked to the desk, holding Mingruo's arm, "Sister-in-law, there is no need to be formal. We compose poems just for fun. No one cares whether we do well or not.
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Mingruo rolled his eyes in his heart: I believe you... you are a ghost!
"I wonder what calligraphy practice Young Lady Beigong usually does?" A young lady wearing a peach pink dress also came to the table and asked her maid to grind ink for her.
The corners of Mingruo's lips curled up slightly, and she whispered softly: "I am studying the calligraphy created by a gentleman named Zhao Ji."
"Zhao Ji? I've never heard of him." The lady said in a very contemptuous tone, "Are you from the Western Border?"
"It's a gentleman from the former dynasty." The former dynasty is really the former dynasty, although it is not the former dynasty you are talking about. Mingruo dipped in the ink carefully researched by Beigong Shishi, and his brush strokes are agile, his handwriting is thin and strong, and his hand is seven
The quatrains are finished in one stroke.
Miss Fenyi came from a scholarly family, and she just wanted to say something back: Even if someone from the previous dynasty was really good at calligraphy, she would have heard of it.
But when I saw Mrs. Beigong's thin and neat handwriting, I really couldn't say anything bad about her.
Looking at the free and elegant verses, I felt that the conception of my poem was too small. I wanted to rewrite it, but I couldn't think of anything better.
When Beigong Shishi saw the poem written by Ming Ruo, she also took a breath of cold air. Fortunately, she had just said that she would not write poetry today, otherwise she would really have to compete with this woman from the western border.
"Sister-in-law's poems are so good." Beigong Shishi selectively ignored Mingruo's good calligraphy.
"I have to be able to bear the title of 'knowing everything', otherwise, others will think that my eldest sister loves to lie." Mingruo put the brush in her hand on the pen holder.
Beigong Shishi secretly gritted her teeth. This 'Helian Yaohua' seemed very obedient in front of her grandmother. As soon as she left her sight, she showed her fangs.
Miss Wan was dissatisfied when she saw Beigong's poems, so she quickly came to the rescue: "Shishi, please tell me quickly, which young master my aunt is interested in? Is he also participating in the poetry meeting in Langting?"
Beigong Shishi blushed immediately, covered her face with a handkerchief and said, "It's nothing, Sister Wan, don't talk nonsense."
"Don't even think about denying it. My aunt told my mother that she is the fourth young master of the lacquer carving family." The young lady who Beigong Shishi called "Sister Qin" walked to the window and took a look, "It seems to be the one fishing on the porch.
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"You are the fourth young master of the lacquer carving family?" Miss Wan also looked downstairs. "It seems that you haven't attended the banquet for a long time. If you come here today, you must come here specifically to see me."
Mingruo also glanced downstairs. The man fishing on the corridor seemed to be... Qi Diaojin!
Several of the ladies present here have grown up, except for Beigong Shishi, who is also engaged. Women are competing together, either for their looks or their talents.
It's a pity that they can't compare with 'Mrs. Beigong' in these two aspects, so they can only compare with 'men'.
After all, the eldest young master Beigong is a fool, but any young master can compare with him.
Everyone was holding Beigong's poems and chatting about how handsome and extraordinary the fourth young master of the lacquer carving family was, with both civil and military skills. A burst of cheers came from the gallery, attracting a group of young ladies to come to the window to watch: "What's going on over there?"
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The maid came in again and asked: "Miss, the second young master asked if the poems of the ladies are good?"
When Beigong Shishi saw the poem written by Ming Ruo, she didn't want to send it to him.
Now I think again, the better the poems written by 'Helian Yaohua', wouldn't it make 'Beigong Langyue' look more like a straw bag?
Beigong Shishi's mind works very fast. She has participated in many poetry gatherings. Literati are indifferent to each other, and there are rarely scenes of applause like just now.
Could it be..."Beigong Langyue" made a fool of himself, and everyone is booing?
"This is the poem we wrote." Beigong Shishi folded several pieces of rice paper on which the poem had been written and handed it to the maid, "You are just in time to ask why they were cheering just now?"
"Yes." The maid went downstairs with the poem.
After a while, the maid came back with sweet wine and a fruit plate, saying that the second young master had sent them over.
Beigong Shishi didn't pay attention to these, and only asked: "Why were you cheering just now?" Seeing the maid's eyes twinkling, Beigong Shishi was even more determined, "Speak quickly, all the sisters are...
I’m curious.”
"It's because... all the young masters just made a series of sentences, and the 'eldest young master' took the lead in quoting scriptures..." The maid saw that her young lady's face changed, and her voice became smaller and smaller.
Isn't the young master Beigong a fool? Why can't he run a sentence together? Everyone thought that the maid was wrong. Several people asked one after another, and all they got was - 'Young Master Beigong', who came out on top.
'Young Master Beigong' is not here, and almost everyone's eyes are on Mingruo.
I saw her still sitting there quietly, playing with the tea cup in her hand, looking leisurely and peaceful. It was as if the 'Master Beigong' mentioned by the maid had nothing to do with her.
Xiuju saw Xia Sheng poking his head outside, so he went out and asked him what happened. After a while, he came upstairs: "Young madam, the young master said that the book you wanted to read was found in the library. Please go over and see if it is
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"Okay." Ming Ruochong stared at her and saw the ladies nodded slightly, then left Qingque Pavilion and followed Xia Sheng who was waiting downstairs to the library.
As soon as he walked into the library, the aroma of camphor wood hit his face. Si Haochen was dressed in white, and in front of the tall bookshelf, he looked like a handsome young man, full of exam paper aura.
"Husband, what book did you find for me?" Mingruo walked up to Si Haochen, pulled his sleeve and shook it.
"It's nothing, I'm afraid you won't be happy staying with them." Si Haochen raised his hand and scraped the bridge of Mingruo's nose.
"How did you know I was in Qingque Pavilion?" Mingruo raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Of course it's because he recognized my wife's calligraphy and her exquisite poems." Si Haochen tilted his head slightly and spoke in a soothing and low tone, "The human face is nowhere to be found, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze..."
