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Chapter 145
Today, the Linchuan aristocratic family holds a banquet together in the Quyuan by the Rushui River, and most of the Linchuan aristocratic families who traveled gather here.

In the garden, there is a curved water to flow, the older ones are in one place, and the young ladies and gentlemen are playing in another place.

The crowd sat around the curved canal, and the waiter placed the wooden plume upstream and let it float down the tortuous current.

Whoever stopped the wine glass in front of him would improvise a poem, and if he could not compose the poem, he would take the glass and punish himself for drinking, and enjoy each other.

And so on and on and on, until you're done.

Seeing the two of He Lingjiang coming over, He Yunchu, who was sitting by the Qushui River, waved to them: "Lingjiang, Yunjia, come quickly!"

He Lingjiang walked over with He Yunjia: "Sister."

He Yunchu pointed to the seat beside him: "Sit down together."

For He Yunjia and He Lingjiang, these poems and poems are really not what they love.But since he came here, there is no reason to turn around and leave.

The two looked at each other and sat down honestly on the seat. Aman sat behind He Lingjiang's side and held a big umbrella for her to prevent her from being exposed to the sun.

Since it is a feast, there is no reason to only have poetry and wine. In addition to Qushui Liusheng, there are also fresh melons, fruits and side dishes on the small table on the side, which just happens to be enjoyed with fine wine.

There was that little lady who had never seen He Lingjiang and looked over curiously: "Chu Niang, isn't this the seventh lady of the He House?"

Although the young gentlemen were not good at speaking out, they looked at He Lingjiang with their eyes.

"Yes." He Yunchu nodded with a smile, "Jiang Su Ri seldom comes out for banquets, and you may not have seen her much."

The little lady looked at He Lingjiang, her eyes full of admiration: "At first sight, Qiniang of the He family is truly well-deserved, and she can be called a peerless beauty."

A lady in a goose-yellow shirt even laughed loudly: "It's also a blessing that Mrs. He Qi doesn't come out for banquets often, otherwise the limelight of our ladies in Linchuan City will be blocked by her alone."

"Man Niang, you really have a good mouth. Even with such a beautiful appearance, you still say that my family is Qiniang."

He Yunchu nodded at her with a smile: "Everyone, talk about this song just now, who is taking our limelight?"

"That's right." The previous little lady said, "Manniang has only composed three good poems, but it makes us all ashamed!"

The lady named Manniang smiled softly: "You are not bad, especially Chu Niang's song "Water Bamboo Wild", didn't it attract everyone's praise?"

"It just so happens that the sixth and seventh ladies of the He family have also arrived, so we can be more lively here."

"Then let's continue!" said the young man, "We can also take a look at the talent or drinking capacity of the two ladies."

"Exactly! We have to have a good talent or a good appetite for this banquet! Look at our Lu Jiulang, we have already made three big wins!"

"Weisan Lang, you've already had two drinks, you're not worse than me!"

The crowd burst into laughter for a while.

The waiter filled the wooden feather with wine and leaned slightly into the stream.

The wine glass slowly descended with the floating water, passed the winding stream, and just happened to be floating and spinning not far from He Lingjiang.

Wei Saburo, who spoke earlier, laughed and said: "It seems that it will be He Qi Niangzi's turn to write this poem next."

He Lingjiang raised his eyes and smiled slightly: "The cup hasn't stopped yet, it's too early for Wei Saburo to say this."

Her hands in her sleeves moved slightly, the swirling wine glass swayed slightly, and floated down the stream again, just right in front of Wei Saburo.

He Lingjiang looked at him: "It seems that this poem is still written by Lord Wei Sanlang."

"Haha, the stock in his stomach has been emptied, where can he compose poetry." Lu Jiulang laughed, "Wei San, drink and drink."

"Hey! I have to compose a poem this time." Wei San glanced at him, thought for a moment and said, "The weather is new on March [-]... The beautiful people in Linchuan..."

"Dolly..." However, he hesitated for a long time, but he couldn't catch the next sentence.

"You, it's better to accept your fate and drink it." Lu Jiulang smiled.

"Drink it!" Wei San turned over the wine glass in front of him, and swallowed it all when he raised his head, then hung the wine glass upside down and raised his eyebrows to look at Lu Jiulang, "How?"

"Refreshing!" Lu Jiulang applauded while stroking his hands.

After one cup, the stream continued.

However, the miraculous thing is that the dozen or so ladies and gentlemen present had their turn once or twice, but He Lingjiang was alone.

It attracted the ladies and gentlemen who wanted to see her writing poems, calling out, "What's the matter with this wine glass? I wanted to hear He Qiniangzi's poems, but why couldn't I get there?"

He Lingjiang lowered his head slightly and smiled lightly: "Xu Shi Liu Shui also knows that I am not good at poetry, so I specifically told me not to speak!"

Wei San wow wow: "Then this running water is not very fair, but it does favor me and Lu Jiulang so many times, making us lose a lot of face!"

The crowd burst into laughter at him.

He Yunjia gently tugged He Lingjiang's sleeve and whispered in her ear, "Did you use those mysterious methods?"

He Lingjiang turned his head to the side, and nodded invisibly: "How? Do you want it too?"

He Yunjia's eyes lit up: "This kind of good thing will naturally take me with you!"

She has always had a headache about these poems and songs, and it was just her turn to rack her brains to come up with one.He Lingjiang didn't say it earlier, it's really not funny!
"Okay!" He Lingjiang should be refreshed.

Sure enough, in the next few rounds, the wine glass never approached He Lingjiang and the two.

They eat melons and fruits, use side dishes, and watch others have headaches and write poems, but they are not happy.

Many of the ladies and gentlemen of the Linjiang family still have real talents and real learning.

After a feast of feasts, I also collected a lot of good poems, just like in previous years, compiled them into a book, copied them out and distributed them to everyone as a souvenir.

Someone suggested, "It doesn't make much sense to collect some poetry books every year. This year, He Qiniangzi is also here. I have heard that Qiniangzi is good at painting. Why not ask Qiniangzi to paint a picture of the elegant collection?"

"Okay! That's the truth!" Lu Jiu and Wei San also continued.

He Lingjiang sighed inwardly: It really came.

She is not the real He Qi Niangzi, and she is good at drawing talismans. Although she is not completely ignorant, she is not good at it.

She glanced at He Yunchu with an embarrassed expression, wondering how to refuse.

This was an opportunity to make a name for herself. He Yunchu didn't know why she was unwilling to agree at first, but then she thought that soon, she would travel with her fourth uncle, and she was afraid that she would not have time to paint.

And it wasn't publicized with much fanfare, and it wasn't easy to say it outright.

He Yunchu opened his mouth to cover her up and said, "Everyone, it's no coincidence that Jiang accidentally twisted his wrist before, and he hasn't fully recovered yet."

She glanced at He Yunjia again: "Yunjia and I are also quite skilled in painting. If you don't dislike it, how about me and Jiang Hui ordering Jiang Hui's painting?"

He Yunjia didn't show it on her face, but she felt bitter in her heart, she didn't want it... A sister really found a good task for her.

"Chu Niang's painting skills are also unparalleled. If you can get Chu Niang and Wu Niangzi to paint, it's not a waste of time." The little girl who spoke earlier said with a smile. .

In this way, it can be regarded as a great joy.

The crowd came here with joy, and they returned with joy. This lively Shangsi Festival will slowly pass away with the bright spring light of the day.

When he was about to give birth, a figure quietly slipped out of the He Mansion while taking advantage of the dark night, and headed straight for the city gate.

(End of this chapter)