In the Herb Garden, the flowers are in full bloom, but the woman walking among the flowers is even more beautiful and charming than the flowers.
Dressed in rich clothes, jewels and jade, she is like a beautiful flower shining on the water when she is quiet, and when she moves, she is like a weak willow supporting the wind. She is so charming and charming that she is the noble daughter of Dongling.
They are charming, graceful, and talented, but they lack character. Regardless of their faces, from a distance they all look like they were printed in the same mold.
In the Baicao Garden, the ladies and young ladies occupied one side, and the young men and young men occupied one side. Although there was no screen to separate them, no one would wander around. Occasionally they would make eye contact, and although they would not be covert, they would not dare to blatantly do so.
Even if men and women were seated at the same table, they would not show any signs of losing their composure. The upbringing of Dongling's aristocratic family is not something that ordinary people can compare with.
Although the poetry meeting has not yet begun, almost everyone has arrived, except for the young master and young lady of the Xie family and Wang Jinling.
The host of the Poetry Club, Mrs.
At this time, she was surrounded by ladies and young ladies from various families, and they seemed to be very happy to see Mrs. Xie.
The relationship between the Zheng family in Xingyang and the Xie family has always been good. Mrs. Zheng looked likeable. She stood next to Mrs. Xie and smiled and said: "Today's poetry meeting was really lively. Mrs. Xie, you are so proud. The eldest son has never appeared here."
This is the first time at the poetry festival."
The words were obviously meant to be flattering, but they were said with a calm face, which put a little more smile on Mrs. Xie's face.
The eldest son he is talking about is Wang Jinling, and the only one in Dongling who can be called the eldest son is Wang Jinling.
The eldest son, this shows that Wang Jinling is not only the eldest son of the Wang family, but also the eldest son of the entire Dongling family. This honor is not something ordinary people can have.
"No, after I heard that the eldest son had recovered from his eye disease, there were like a snowflakes of messages inviting him, but the eldest son didn't answer any of them. He only came to Mrs. Xie's poetry meeting." Others followed suit, but did not point out.
This poetry meeting itself was organized for Wang Jinling.
"Good poem, good poem. Third Young Master Xie deserves to be called the Peach Blossom Young Master. Your poem about peach blossoms is really wonderful." There was a commotion at the entrance.
"It's Mr. and Miss Xie, they are really like a dragon and a phoenix among people." The ladies around them praised with a smile, while the ladies stretched their necks one by one.
The eldest son and the second son of the Xie family are married, but the third son is not married yet. It would be great if they could marry into the Xie family.
Of course, there is another reason, that is, when Xie San comes, it is time for the eldest son to come.
Feng Qingchen was right. The protagonist was of course the last one to arrive, but she seemed destined to steal Wang Jinling's limelight today.
"It's just a matter of learning a few words." Mrs. Xie said modestly, but with a smile that couldn't be hidden on her face, she thoughtfully said to the girls around her: "Let's all go play and don't accompany us old ladies."
The ladies were already excited. After declining, they walked towards the door one by one.
The Wang family's carriage also arrived at this time, and the young men from the aristocratic families headed by Xie San went out to greet it.
In this world, only Wang Jinling has this honor. After all, the eldest son is not a fake.
But the ladies were in the garden, pushing each other around, thinking but not daring. If Uncle Nine Emperors saw the eyes of these women, he would understand that the way Feng Qingchen looked at him was really reserved.
The rest of the Wang family had already arrived, but Wang Jinling was the only one in the carriage. Xie San stepped forward on behalf of everyone and asked Wang Jinling to get off the carriage.
Wang Jinling was neither arrogant nor arrogant, elegant and calm. He leaned half out of the carriage, but everyone cheered.
"Yulang, Yulang..."
This shows how famous Wang Jinling is, even though he has never appeared in poetry gatherings.
Yulang, this title reminded Wang Jinling of Feng Qingchen, who once called him with a smile: Yulang of the Wang family.
Feng Qingchen was not the first person to call him Yulang, nor was he the last, but he was the one he could never forget.
Wang Jinling has a smile on his face, his eyes are like stars, and his bright black eyes are full of intoxicating tenderness. The crescent-colored robe makes him even more handsome. Standing in the sun, his body is covered with a layer of golden light.
The appearance of banishing immortals is true.
A second ago, the outstanding young men from aristocratic families suddenly turned pale when they stood next to him. Feng Qingchen said that he was the moon, which was not wrong at all.
No matter how bright the people around him are, they are reduced to stars holding the moon at this moment. At this moment, he is being crowded into the Herb Garden...
"The accumulated stones are like jade, and the rows of pine trees are like green emeralds. The beauty of the man is unique and unique in the world."
The moment Wang Jinling came in, a bold young lady read loudly a sentence from "The Song of Bai Shilang" to praise Wang Jinling.
"Thank you, Miss Wen." Wang Jinling smiled at the woman.
"Ah, Yulang looked at me."
The woman screamed in surprise, her cheeks were red, and she almost fainted. The people around her quickly supported her and started laughing.
A smile can captivate a city, and another smile can captivate a country. It’s not just about women.
Just when Wang Jinling stepped onto the threshold of Baicao Garden, someone shouted loudly: "Compose a poem, compose a poem, the eldest son must not break the rules of Baicao Garden."
At the Baicao Garden Poetry Party, everyone who comes in must write a poem about flowers.
There are hundreds of herbs and thousands of flowers. The Baicao Garden collects all the precious flowers and plants in the world. Of course, the poetry gathering in the Baicao Garden is mainly about flowers.
Wang Jinling knew the rules and did not shirk at the moment. When someone brought him a pen and paper, he wrote: "Plum blossoms are often seen with pens like gods, but pines and bamboos are even more realistic. Baili and thousands of flowers are all friends, and I only see these three in the winter."
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Wang Jinling's calligraphy is elegant and elegant, and you can tell at a glance that he has practiced it for many years. Thinking that Wang Jinling could not see before, but he could write well, everyone admired him.
"Good, good poems and good calligraphy, what a wonderful three friends in Suihan, a great young master with great talent."
Wang Jinling smiled lightly and said nothing, and was not surprised. Everyone praised him a few more times and then walked towards the garden surrounded by him.
"The entry time has passed, it's time to close the park gate." Someone in the crowd (5) shouted, with a smile in his eyes as if he was watching a good show.
"The eldest son has arrived, close the garden gate, close the garden gate." Everyone agreed.
This Baicao Garden is actually a mountain. The garden gate is closed, but it is a world of its own.
But at this moment, an opposing voice appeared: "No, there is still one who has not arrived yet."
"There's still one person who hasn't arrived yet? Sima Yan, who else hasn't arrived yet?" Miss Seven of the Xie family, as half the master, asked.
Not good... Wang Qi and Xie San's eyes met in mid-air, and they both said three words with their lips: Feng Qingchen!
I was just focusing on the fun, but I forgot to look for Feng Qingchen.
Wang Jinling's eyes also flashed, but the smile on his face remained unchanged.
"Feng Qingchen, Feng Qingchen hasn't arrived yet, I remember Madam Xie invited her." Sima Yan's pretty face showed uncontrollable pride.
If Feng Qingchen saw her carriage driver, she would remember that this was the carriage owner who she stopped but rode away after hearing her name.
Everyone was silent, and the lively scene suddenly became deserted. The smile on Mrs. Xie's face froze, and she secretly hated Feng Qingchen's arrogance, and she even complained about Sima Yan's ignorance.
If Feng Qingchen didn't come, bringing it up with such a big fanfare wouldn't be a slap in her face.
Fortunately, Mrs. Xie had also met Feng Lang. She looked at Sima Yan with a kind face. She lowered her head and then smiled and said to everyone:
"The poetry meeting is not held for anyone. Feng Qingchen's absence will not affect today's poetry meeting. This garden..."