"Oh, it turns out that the young lady can write poetry." Miss Wan smiled like Maitreya Buddha.

Mingruo looked up at these top students from the "Drama Academy". If Miss Wan could curry the jokes in her eyes, she would have to treat her as a kind person.

"My sister-in-law knows everything, and she often gets praise from her grandmother." Beigong Shishi first gave a wave of praise, "Tell me quickly, what is the topic of today's poetry meeting?"

The maid spread the rice paper in her hand, which read: It was a seven-character quatrain with the title "Peach Blossom" and the rhymes were not limited.

"Hey, my second brother and the others are making quatrains today." Beigong Shishi said with a smile.

Quatrains are short and easy to write, but in fact they are the most important part of the regulated verse. Without the echo of the front and back, they are only more than twenty words in short, so it is difficult to write them wonderfully.

Mingruo casually fiddled with the teacup in his hand. These ancient people chanted "peach blossoms" when they had something to do. They were not annoyed, but they were afraid that peach blossoms would even bother them.

"Sister-in-law comes, I'll grind ink for you." Beigong Shishi walked to the table with a smile, "Sister-in-law doesn't have to be restrained. We just write poetry for fun. No one cares whether it's done well or not."

Mingruo rolled his eyes in his heart: I believe you... a ghost!

"I wonder what copybook does Mrs. Beigong practice?" A young lady wearing a peach-pink curly skirt also came to the table and asked the maid to grind ink for her.

Ming Ruo's lips curled slightly and said softly: "I am learning the font created by a gentleman named Zhao Ji."

"Zhao Ji? I haven't heard of it." The lady said in a very contemptuous tone, "Are you from the Western Frontier?"

"Is it a gentleman from the previous dynasty." The previous dynasty was the real previous dynasty, although it was not the previous dynasty you mentioned. Ming Ruo dipped the ink that had been grinded by Beigong Shishi, and his pen was flexible and his hand was thin and vigorous. He could read the seven-character quatrain with one hand.

Miss Pink-clothed, who was born in a scholarly family, was about to retort: ​​Even if she was a person from the previous dynasty, she would not have heard of it before.

But seeing the words of Mrs. Beigong, it was thin and neat, and it was really hard to say.

Looking at the elegant and grand poems, I feel that the conception of my poem is smaller. If I want to write it over again, I can't think of a better one.

Beigong Shishi took a deep breath when she saw the poem written by Mingruo. Fortunately, she said just now that she would not write poems today, otherwise she would really compete with the woman from the Western Frontier.

"My sister-in-law's poems are so good." Beigong Shishi selectively ignored Mingruo's good calligraphy.

"I have to be able to afford the title of 'Everything', otherwise others would think that my eldest sister loves to lie." Mingruo put the brush in his hand on the pen holder.

Beigong Shishi gritted her teeth secretly. This "Helian Yaohua" felt very obedient in front of her grandmother. As soon as she left her grandmother's sight, she showed her fangs.

Miss Wan was displeased when she saw Beigong Shishi and hurriedly came to rescue her: "Shishi, tell me quickly, which young master is the aunt who is looking for her? Did she also attend the poetry meeting at the Langting Pavilion?"

Beigong Shishi immediately blushed and covered her face with a veil and said, "It's nothing, sister Wan, don't talk nonsense."

"You can't deny it. My aunt told my mother that she was the fourth young master of the Qi Diaoist." The lady who called "Sister Qin" from Beigong Shishi walked to the window and took a look. "It seems that she was the one fishing under the corridor."

"Is the fourth young master of the Diao Diaoist?" Miss Wan also looked downstairs, "It seems that she hasn't attended the banquet for a long time. I came here today, so I must have come here to see you."

Mingruo also glanced downstairs and said that the person fishing in the corridor seemed to be... Qi Diaojin!

The ladies here have already reached the heads of the palace, and in addition to Beigong Shishi, they have also been married. Women compete with each other, either comparing their appearance or talent.

Unfortunately, they are not as good as the "Mrs. Beigong" in these two points, so they can only compare with the "Man".

After all, the eldest young master Beigong is a fool, and he can compare with any young master.

Everyone was holding Beigong Shishi and chatting about how handsome the fourth young master of the lacquer sculptor was. When both civil and military were all in one go, a cheer came from the pavilion, which attracted a lot of ladies to watch in front of the window: "What's wrong there?"

The maid came in again and asked: "Miss, the second master asked, are the poems of the ladies good?"

When Beigong Shishi saw the poem written by Mingruo, she didn't want to send it to her.

Now I think again that the better the poem "Helian Yaohua" is, wouldn't it make "Beigong Langyue" look more like a fool?

Beigong Shishi's mind was very fast. She had participated in many poetry meetings. Literatures looked down upon each other and rarely had the cheering scenes just now.

Could it be... it's "Beigong Langyue" that makes a bad news, everyone is booing.

"This is the poem we wrote." Beigong Shishi folded a few pieces of rice paper that had written the poems together and handed them to the maid. "You just happened to ask why they cheered just now?"

"Yes." The maid took Shi Shu downstairs.

After a while, the maid brought the sweet wine and fruit plates back, saying that it was sent by the second young master.

Beigong Shishi didn't pay attention to these things, and just asked: "Why did you cheer over there just now?" Seeing that the maid's eyes flashed a little, Beigong Shishi became even more determined to think in her heart, "Tell me quickly, the sisters and sisters are all curious."

"It's because... the young masters just said, "The eldest young master" quoted the scriptures and took the lead..." The maid saw that her lady's face changed and her voice became smaller and smaller.

Isn’t the eldest young master Beigong a fool? How could he keep saying it? Everyone thought it was a maid who said it was a bad thing. Several people asked one after another and got it—“The eldest young master Beigong”, which took the lead.

"Big Young Master Beigong" is not here, almost everyone looks at Mingruo.

I saw her sitting there quietly, playing with the teacup in her hand, feeling leisurely and peaceful. It seemed that the "Big Young Master Beigong" mentioned by the maid had nothing to do with her.

Xiuju saw Xia Sheng poking his head outside, so she went out to ask him what was wrong. After a while, she came upstairs: "Mrs. Young Master said that he found the book you want to read in the library. Please go over and see if it is."

"Okay." Ming Ruochong stared at her and the ladies nodded slightly, then left Qingque Pavilion, followed Xia Sheng who was waiting downstairs and headed towards the library.

As soon as he walked into the library, the fragrance of camphor wood came to his face. Si Haochen was dressed in white, and in front of the high bookshelf, he looked like a handsome young man, and the test paper was full of energy.

"Husband, what book did you find for me?" Mingruo walked to Si Haochen and pulled his sleeve and shook it.

"It's nothing, I'm afraid you're unhappy with them." Si Haochen raised his hand and scraped Mingruo's nose.

"How do you know I'm in Qingque Pavilion?" Ming Ruo raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Of course, it's because I recognized the words of my wife and the exquisite poems." Si Haochen turned his head slightly, his tone was soothing and low, "I don't know where the human face is, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze..."
Chapter completed!