Female supporting roles rely on food to save themselves

Chapter 308 Gossip
The gang of young gentlemen were stunned for a moment.

Even Lu Jiulang, who has always regarded fame and fortune, and his status and status as dung, was shocked and said in a broken voice: "You are a maid?"

"My God, there is a maid who wrote seven poems by hand. We people, how dare we say that we are both poets and painters?"

The seven poems written by the person in front of him, I dare not say that the first one is a classic, and even in his opinion, there is a little carelessness in the poems, but the aura in them, as long as it is not a reckless flow with an empty stomach, can I can tell.

This woman is really full of beautiful poems, which should not be underestimated.Especially since she is still so young, but more than 20 years old, who knows what achievements she will have in a few years.

Naturally, among the daughters of the aristocratic families in the capital, there are not a few who understand poetry and articles. After all, the big families in the capital also spend a lot of time in cultivating their daughters. Talent is like the bright moon at night, no matter how bright the stars are, they will never be as bright as the moon.

All the young gentlemen felt admiration in their hearts, and they all started to get along with each other, but they saw Yingying standing up, dressed as a maid, with a generous look, neither humble nor overbearing when facing them, but respectful to their master: "My little lady is waiting for you!" I wanted to use fishing gear, so I took my leave first."

This person is naturally Mrs. Zhao, Zhao Susu.

When she went out to get a fishing rod for Gu Xiang, she happened to see this group of sons playing. Zhao Susu has always liked poetry, and it was quite interesting to see them reciting poems in pairs, but among these sons, Lu Jiulang was the most praised. The level is just average.

At least Zhao Susu thinks that he is very average. It cannot be said that he has no talent, but that his talent does not dominate his face.

Zhao Susu herself thought that she was a little stronger than him.

Picking up the fishing rod, Zhao Susu saluted slowly, and slowly walked back to Gu Xiang, Gu Xiang laughed: "Sister Su is just going to play, I have Xueying to take care of me."

Zhao Susu smiled: "It's not very interesting. I heard that Xiao Wang Yushi was here, so I wanted to go around... But I didn't see him."

Gu Xiang understood.

The little Wang Yushi that my "handmaid" talks about is Wang Junkuang. When he was not married in the past, he was also a well-known talent in the capital. I heard that he wrote excellent poems and essays.Zhao Susu mentioned it several times while drinking tea and chatting with them. When she was young, she was full of princes in the capital. She liked Prince Wang the most.

"Back then, the status of Prince Wang in the hearts of the girls in the capital was not far from that of Lu Jiulang now. But in terms of character, Prince Wang is much better than him."

Zhao Susu lowered her head, wrapped the fishing rod for Gu Xiang, and then took out a pair of gloves with bare fingers to put on for her. Her attitude was really gentle and respectful. Anyone could see that this was not a joke. The maid of the little lady is still very conscientious.

Not far away, all the sons and brothers looked at this side with a little dull eyes.

The group of young ladies headed by Gao Minru were also a little stunned.

Li Chengyu looked at Zhao Susu very curiously for a while, feeling a little envious in her heart, this maid looks very good, elegant and loyal, her eyes flashed, she glanced at Gao Minru and the others, and said with a smile: " How about us Saishi?"

Gao Minru smiled, and before she could speak, a pair of sisters from the Xiao family laughed and said, "We don't write poems, we are attending the Yun family's spring banquet, we should go play polo, throw pots, shoot arrows, and play Some new ones, if you want to write poetry, where can't you write?"

A group of young ladies responded one after another.

The maid around the family can write excellent poems by hand, so she doesn't know how to compose poems?

Also Mr. Fengming, Yun Zizhan, valued it very much. At this time, no one would doubt the poetic talent in front of him, so there was no need to take the initiative to give him a chance to show off to his heart's content.

The faces of the little ladies are precious.

Gu Xiang naturally has no interest in writing poetry.

"I don't even know how to compose poetry. I'm a small family member, so I haven't learned it at all."

She just can copy a few, so what?Could it be that she is like these little ladies now, who can write about the spring when she sees the spring, and write about the song and dance when she sees the song and dance, every year, every month, every day?
If you really label yourself proficient in poetry, you will definitely have a lot of trouble in the future.

Gu Xiang chose a flat stone, sat on the ground, spread out the fishing rod and basket, and started fishing.Zhao Susu's eyes lit up immediately, and she swallowed saliva vaguely. The fish in the pond grew up without knowing what they were feeding, their scales were fiery red, and each of them was fat with big ears. She quickly sat down and baited her little lady.

Li Chengyu flashed his long eyelashes, blinked his eyes, and couldn't help but leaned over and asked with a smile, "Sanniang, what did Mr. Yun and the others say at Haoran Pavilion just now? Can you tell me?" listen?"

In an instant, all the young ladies present turned their heads sideways, even those who were not very familiar with them, and even those whose relationship with the Li family was not very good, couldn't help but look sideways.

That is Mr. Fengming, who wouldn't want to know the internal information of Haoran Pavilion?

Gu Xiang blinked, thought for a while, and said solemnly: "I said a lot. Let me think about it."

Mr. Yun Zizhan is a chatterbox.

Li Chengyu stared at Gu Xiang without blinking, and the others could not help but flock over.

"Well, Mr. Yun said that when he was young, he was the most respectable among the literati in the capital. Even the first emperor admitted that in terms of appearance, others were far behind him. Son meat, I think it is particularly delicious, but mutton, beef, one is too smelly, the other is too astringent, and he also said that his wife actually liked... well, I won’t talk about this, it involves privacy.”

Gao Minru: "..."

The little ladies are all speechless.

Li Chengyu rolled his eyes: "San Niang, you really know how to joke. Forget about anything else, pork meat smells everywhere, it's not tasty at all."

Gu Xiang nodded: "I think so too."

Except for the pigs that she has handled carefully, or that were raised in her paradise, the current pork has a strong smell, which is really not good for the mouth.

Gao Minru frowned slightly, because she was a little displeased at the nonsense of the outsider girl from the Li family, but naturally she didn't say anything.At this time, she was at Yun's house. On such an occasion, she didn't want to make any mistakes. Her eyes trembled slightly. She looked at Gu Xiang's fishing rod and raised her eyebrows slightly: "The fish in this pond should be ornamental fish. If small Madam, if you want to go fishing, why not go outside, there are many kinds of fish in the river."

Gu Xiang smiled lightly, and before he could speak, he saw Yun Zizhan trotting all the way, his eyes glowing, and he shouted loudly: "No, no, the fish in the river is not good. This fish is clean, well-raised, and fat enough. It is most suitable for braised in brown sauce, steamed, and steamed."

(End of this chapter)