The mad concubine of the group loves the world

Chapter 61 I Wrote This Poem

Looking at the pen falling in Princess Yan's hand, although the handwriting is not outstanding, but the lower script with hairpin flowers in one hand is still neat.

It's just that the writing brush is really hard to control, Lu Wanlan spent a long time, sweating on his tired forehead, before he wrote the first half of this poem.

She wrote extremely slowly, but every word and every sentence amazed everyone, and she couldn't help but make the lady next to her ponder over it.

The noble ladies holding hibiscus fans also patiently sang softly as she wrote each sentence:
"Dongfeng puts flowers and thousands of trees at night. It blows even more and stars rain. BMW carved cars are fragrant all over the road."

"The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the jade pot turns light, and the fish and dragon dance all night."

The voices of the noble ladies who read this verse are small.But in this noisy moment, it seems more ethereal and tactful.

The words and texts of the sapphire case, like the ding-dong of spring water, resounded in the pavilion in the center of the lake.As soon as the first half of Que was finished, everyone present was instantly attracted, and the conversation stopped.

Unexpectedly, with just a few words, Princess Yan described the fairyland of chariots and horses, drums and music, and the lights and the moon incisively and vividly.

But the people in the pavilion were not in a hurry to admire, but just had an inexplicable sense of anticipation for the second half of the words.

Looking in front of Xie Yingying again, the snow-white silk cloth was empty at this time.I haven't even conceived a word yet, but that hag hasn't even read a few books, so why did she write it so quickly?

This is impossible!

Although the tip of her pen froze for a while, she still pretended to be calm.

Now the competition is not only about writing poems, the word "Yingying" in her name has not yet appeared, so it is useless for Lu Wanlan to write as fast as possible.

Besides, the three cobblers also beat Zhuge Liang, so don't you believe that she can beat three of them by herself?
At the same time, there was a sudden burst of laughter from the opposite side of the tulle, presumably the two sons of the Houfu also wrote poems.

It was just the laughter of other people, which was quite obscene and dissolute, and seemed to be mixed with a trace of shock.

"Hahaha! Brother Li, you have not changed the old problem of Goulan Washeri, and you actually wrote this kind of poem!"

"That's right! You're not afraid that His Royal Highness Prince Yu will be angry, so he will punish you?"

"So what, Princess Yan said that there is no limit to the format of the poem, nor the content. Besides, the poems written by my son are serious! It's just a little romantic, don't get it wrong!"

Li Aotang didn't take it seriously, and put the brush on the pen mountain.Then he got up, straightened his robe, danced his folding fan lightly and asked, "This one first, which one of you will read it? Hahaha."

"Hey! I'll come, I'll come!"

A young man with red cheeks volunteered, picked up the silk cloth, suppressed a smile and read out this seven-character quatrain:

"On the [-]th, the ice and the moon are clear, and the side of the road is generous. The flowers and willows are full of spring, and the moon is hidden and the rutabaga stays at night."

As soon as it was finished, there was another burst of laughter.

The noble ladies who listened to this poem through the tulle were at a loss for a while, and they blushed in embarrassment.

Literally, this poem describes a scene where a gentle and affectionate girl spends the night in a boudoir with her husband.

Although lingering and gentle, it is not out of line.But most of the girls present are not yet married, and usually they don't leave the house.

I thought that by coming to this poetry meeting, I would be able to appreciate the talent of the noble son in Beijing.Unexpectedly, the first thing I heard was a love poem.

And there was another arrogant urging from the opposite side: "I have finished writing, and the words Wan and Lan in the poem are exactly the same! How about it, Princess Yan hasn't finished writing yet?"

When the noble girls around Lu Wanlan heard this, they suddenly felt a little indignant.

This one, after all, is King Yan's concubine, and the only younger sister of Ding Guogong, General Lu, a proper relative of the emperor.This Li Aotang is too rebellious, he dared to write these love poems with the concubine's boudoir name.

What a shame!
On the opposite side, similar poems have been passed on continuously:

"...Love in Lanlan Taoyuan, wonderfully wins Xi Shiliu Yemei."

"Turn the clouds in the plum blossom tent, and the prosperity cannot be stopped..."

"..."

But looking at Princess Yan again, she was as calm as ever, as if she didn't hear the man's clamor, she was still writing with a solemn face.

Some ladies who know current affairs can't help casting admiring glances at her.

If he was teased on such an occasion, he would not be able to do what Princess Yan did.

"Mount Tai collapsed in front without changing his color, and the elk walked to the left without blinking his eyes. It was she who was talking." The one who spoke was Yao Shuiyue, the daughter of the Secretary of the Ministry of Household Affairs who had been sitting in the corner, who had been staying out of the matter.

As her name suggests, this girl from the Yao family is twenty-eight years old. Although she was born as weak and boneless as water, her temperament is as bright as the moon.The eyes are transparent, but the heart is also cold and lonely.

Today she came with her brother Yao Songming, she thought this kind of occasion was extremely boring and wanted to hide in an inconspicuous place.

Unexpectedly, this poetry meeting would be unique because of Princess Yan Lu Wanlan.

I thought it was just a farce, but Princess Yan is domineering and domineering, and she is not often in Beijing, but I have never met her face to face.

But seeing her today, Princess Yan is known as frivolous on the outside, but she is well-educated and reasonable on the inside.

Especially the upper half of the sapphire case just now was so exquisite that it drove her drowsy away in an instant.

Now, after Dingbei Hou Gongzi, who is on the opposite side, has finished writing the poem, she is even more looking forward to Princess Yan's poem.

While watching quietly, she heard Xie Yingying writing on the side and sneered: "How about Princess Yan, I've finished it too, what about yours?"

The noble ladies surrounding him also gently read this quatrain:
"The Eight Immortals gather in Beijing, and the four seas fight drunkenly. There is a thunder in the clouds, and they turn the tide with a flick of their sleeves."

"Nice poem!"

As soon as these five-character quatrains came out, they were so majestic that they immediately aroused applause.

Even Prince Yu Xiao Yihan couldn't help applauding: "Unexpectedly, Fourth Miss Xie still has this kind of masculinity. This poem is wonderful, and this king will reward you later."

"Thank you for your praise, Your Majesty, the courtier has shown her shame." Xie Yingying smiled from ear to ear.

In the blink of an eye, he glanced at Lu Wanlan again, and before he stopped writing, he cast a look of contempt again.Isn't it just a poem, what's so great about it?
When she was nervous just now, she almost forgot that when she went to third brother Xie Huaijin's study that day, there was such a poem on the desk, hidden like a treasure.

She wanted to see it, but the third brother refused to let it go, but fortunately, she secretly went to see it again.Anyway, no one knew, so I wrote it self-righteously.

However, when Xie Yingying was overjoyed, she couldn't see the knife-like sharpness in Xiao Yan's eyes through the tulle.

The teacup in his hand also rattled as it was held.

Xie Huaijin, he also recognized her?

So, what does this poem mean?
Looking at Lu Wanlan again, he put the pen down on the pen rest calmly, and looked up at the incense burner.

Two-thirds of the incense sticks have been burned, and the other party has made four or five poems.And in the remaining time, no matter how fast they are, they will not do more than these.

Thinking of this, a gleam of coldness flashed in Lu Wanlan's eyes, which disappeared in an instant: "The concubine's body has also been written."

The noble lady next to her couldn't wait any longer, and rushed to sing out the half-que Qingyu case:
"Moth's snow willow golden strands, the laughter is full of dark fragrance."

"The crowd searched for him thousands of times, and when I looked back, the man was there, where the lights were dim."

(End of this chapter)