Started to get rich after exile

Chapter 39 Fighting Poems
A corner of the bamboo curtain was gently opened, and the flowery and jade-like girl playfully exposed half of her body. Her long hair was like a waterfall shawl, and half of it was tied up into a simple girl's bun, with delicate pearl hairpins inserted. Tassel swayed slightly, making a heart-wrenching arc.

The watery and delicate almond eyes under the willow leaf black eyebrows are clear and pure, the cherry lips evoked a casual smile, and the two dimples added a bit of innocence, as smart as a deer girl in the forest.

Ming Lanying heard a few startled gasps in the lobby below, secretly clicked her tongue, and bit her ear with Tang Ning, "Is that Ming Jiazhen?"

"Yes."

"It looks good, no wonder someone is happy to hold it."

Tang Ning glanced at her, "Compared to you, it's a bit less interesting."

Ming Lanying raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Then how does she compare with the number one beauty in the neighboring country?"

Tang Ning also laughed, "Ming Jiazhen can't compare with you, but compared with the number one beauty in the neighboring country, it's like heaven and earth."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to gently lift her chin, looked around jokingly, and shook his head regretfully, "It's a pity that you can't compare with that number one beauty, they are evenly divided, each has its own beauty, making it hard to tell the winner burden."

Ning'er shook her head seriously and denied, "Mother is the most beautiful number one beauty in the whole world!"

Ning'er didn't see Ming Jiazhen on the opposite side, nor the most beautiful woman in the neighboring country. In his opinion, his mother was the most beautiful in the world.

The small face was serious and serious, which made the two of them laugh out loud. There was a sound of gongs in the lobby downstairs, and the audience fell silent.

Through the curtain, Ming Lanying saw an elegant middle-aged man in red-brown brocade on the stage in the middle of the lobby, bowed to the surroundings with folded hands and a smile.

"Thank you for coming to our poetry fair, talented scholars and beauties. It is an honor for this small shop to get your calligraphy. Now, the late spring poetry fair officially begins." The gong sounded, and the competition began. The middle-aged man folded his sleeves Briefly explained the rules, "Gentlemen and women voluntarily come to the stage to compete. Today, there are two types of poems on the same topic and poems. You all have the best wishes."

The gong sounded again, and the middle-aged man left the venue. The conversation in the lobby gradually increased, and everyone was courteous to each other. After a while, a man straightened his clothes and bowed his hands to everyone.

"I will be this brick first, and attract everyone's beautiful jade."

Everyone saluted back, "Please."

The man's friend also came to the stage to accompany the gentleman, and after half a stick of incense, he wrote a series of well-behaved poems, which received a little praise.

Ming Lanying and Tang Ning yawned at the same time, looked at each other and smiled, Tang Ning nodded her.

"Look at Ning'er who is watching seriously, and you even yawned."

"Aren't you too." Ming Lanying took a sip of tea, "Ning'er, do you understand?"

Ning'er nodded, "I can understand a thing or two. Daddy said that if you read more, you can learn more."

Tang Ning looked at her jokingly, "You made Ning'er so smart, it must be good to have a daughter again."

Ming Lanying pinched her, "Just wait for the disappearance. When will you get married? I'm considering whether to have a daughter."

Ning'er rolled her eyes and knew that the two were talking about her sister. Although she wanted her a little bit, she couldn't bear to ask now. He is a sensible and good boy, and he won't rush adults. poetry.

In just a few words, the people who competed with the poems changed a few times. If you are lucky, you can win if you are in the middle of the law. If you are not lucky, you will lose a little bit.

Those who win can continue to fight until they lose, or they can choose a plate of special refreshments from the restaurant.Although the literati are a bit arrogant, they are also humble and know how to save face for themselves. Except for those who want to fight for a leader, no one stays to fight.

Ming Lanying doesn't understand poetry, and the only thing she remembers is the exam points she memorized by rote in her previous life. If she wants to discuss poetry with her, she can only understand the layout and meaning of the poem, whether it rhymes or not, and she can't write it well.

After reading it for more than an hour, I heard a lot of well-behaved poems, but not many of them were outstanding. The poems of gifted scholars pay more attention to the meaning and rhyme, and the lines between the lines are full of passion and youthful frivolity.

There were also talented women who competed on the stage. The elegant and exquisite fonts and the floating fragrance added some gentle and relaxed atmosphere to this poetry meeting.

This generation attaches great importance to the reputation and integrity of women, but in fact, there is no excessive restraint in the aspect of women's publicity. It is normal to participate in poetry meetings and so on. It is just a small competition, and it will not be related to women's reputation. , all of you here are scholars, modest and gentlemen, you should treat each other with courtesy.

Ming Lanying found that the poems of beauties are more neat and gentle than those of men, and they look good when they win. Beauties don't pay attention to winning or losing, they just come to join in the fun, and they are happy when they lose. Meijiaren lost too ugly.

It was a bit boring to read, but curious about Ming Jiazhen's poems, he took out his purse and counted ten taels of silver, "Ah Ning, where can I place a bet? I'll bet one too."

Tang Ning pointed to the counter at the entrance of the lobby, "Who do you want to bet against the shopkeeper?"

Ming Lanying tossed the money, thought for a moment, and shook her head amusedly, "Who else can I overwhelm, I only know one Ming Jiazhen among this group of people, since she is favored by everyone, then I will follow suit pressure."

"It seems to be the same. I know that there is a talented woman whose poems are much better than Ming Jiazhen's. She is a real talented woman. It's just that she doesn't like to participate in this kind of poetry meeting, so she is not as famous as Ming Jiazhen."

Tang Ning also took out ten taels of silver, to have some fun, handed it to Fengchun together with Ming Lanying, Fengchun bowed to accept the silver, and went downstairs to the shopkeeper to press Ming Jiazhen.

"That's a pity, it's cheaper than Ming Jiazhen." Ming Lanying saw Ming Jiazhen on the opposite side who seemed to get up and go downstairs, and immediately became energetic. She wanted to see the literary talent of the most talented woman in the capital.

Tang Ning raised her feet and didn't care much, "It's a pity, I brought you to listen to the book today, but it made you bored."

"How come, the tea and refreshments in this tea house are very good."

Ming Lanying's eyes followed Ming Jiazhen's lotus steps. The 13-year-old girl's figure was graceful and graceful. She walked down the stairs and attracted a lot of attention. Many acquaintances beat her up. call.

A handsome young man bravely stood up and saluted Ming Jiazhen.

"Miss Ming is here, do you want to try Miss Ming?"

Ming Jiazhen Shi Shiran returned the gift with a graceful demeanor and a flamboyant temperament, "The little girl is here to show her ugliness."

A bamboo curtain in the private room on the second floor was lifted, and a heroic woman leaned on the railing with both hands, and said with a loud smile, "I'm just waiting for you, did you think of any good poems today?"

Ming Jiazhen seemed to know that girl too, and said with a smile: "Miss Wu, don't tease me, it's just showing your shame in front of you, it's my honor to discuss poetry with you."

The servant girl carefully helped Ming Jiazhen onto the stage, and carefully polished her. The talented person opposite was the winner of the previous game, and seemed to want to be the leader. Ming Lanying saw that there was a little arrogance in his eyebrows, and she elbowed her in a funny way. Thumbs up Tang Ning.

"Does that man not know Ming Jiazhen?"

Tang Ning glanced, "Look at Miansheng, Fengchun, do you know?"

Feng Chun nodded, "It's the youngest son of the prefect's family in the neighboring state. He has been locked up at home to study all year round. Last year, he just won a scholar. In the past two years, he has often appeared in the social circle of the capital and is making friends."

"No wonder, she doesn't seem to know Ming Jiazhen, so she's still proud!"

Just when Ming Jiazhen went downstairs, Ming Lanying saw Ming Jiazhen's popularity in the capital. It can be said that half of the people present, regardless of men and women, were familiar with her. It's not for nothing.

Ming Jiazhen was holding a pen in her hand, her eyes were twitching and she gently hooked a glance at the man opposite her, her cherry lips curled up, and she started writing on the paper with a twist of her wrist, revealing a section of her fair wrist.

Ming Lanying saw the man's eyes gradually widen, he was stuck on the pen in a daze, and he didn't move, he looked like he was fascinated.

Laughing loudly, Ning'er looked up at her suspiciously, and Ming Lanying rubbed his head, "Fortunately, you grew up surrounded by beautiful women, and you have the same picky taste as your father."

Ning'er: "?"

Tang Ning stretched her neck, looked at her twice, and smiled, "Look at the promise."

Ming Lanying groaned, "Ming Jiazhen finished writing, that young man came back to his senses."

Tang Ning gently opened a corner of the bamboo curtain, relying on her good eyesight, saw the poem on the paper from a distance, and read it softly.

"Grasses and trees will return soon after they know spring, all kinds of red and purple are fighting for fragrance, poplar flowers and elm pods have no talents and thoughts, but the sky is filled with snowflakes."*
Ming Lanying held her chin and wowed, "Isn't this pretty good?"

"Looking at it alone is pretty good, but what if it is compared with the previous ones that are better?"

Ming Lanying nodded knowingly, Ming Jiazhen is smart, she is better at competing poems on the same topic, and she also avoids more brilliant acquaintances, just waiting for this face to be born, not promising, not only can use it easily Being tricked by beauties, she can still win in a legitimate way.

As expected, Ming Jiazhen won. The man saluted Ming Jiazhen with a blushing face, and asked her name in a stuttering manner. Ming Jiazhen smiled and said nothing. Said.

"This is the No.17 girl of the Ming family, the most talented girl in the capital! You are so lucky to be able to match up with Miss Ming."

"It turns out that Xiaosheng has eyes but doesn't recognize Ming girls, and it's Xiaosheng's luck to be able to write poems with Ming girls. Xiaosheng and Wei Pingqi are so polite."

"Mr. Wei is so polite, it is a little girl's honor to compete with Mr. Wei."

Wei Pingqi got off the stage with a blushing face, Ming Jiazhen looked around, with a charming look in his eyes, innocent and cute, "Is there anyone else who wants to come and compete with the little girl? The little girl also wants to try fighting!" The game of beating."

"I'm here, I've wanted to have a poem with you for a long time, and I finally got the chance."

It was a gentle and gentle little girl who was speaking, and Ming Jiazhen called her "Miss Xiang", the relationship between the two should be pretty good.

The small incense burner is burning with light green smoke. The structure of the tea house is exquisite, and the sunlight is squeezed in from all around. , Everyone also listened in a logical manner.

"As expected of being trained by the Ming family, I thought she would only avoid those with real kung fu, and would not dare to converse with others!"

Ming Lanying shook her legs and took a look, surprised that Ming Jiazhen would choose to converse with others, Ning'er tugged her sleeve lightly.

"Mother, that Miss Xiang is Miss Ming's, and they have colluded with each other."

Tang Ning was taken aback, "Ning'er, how do you know?"

Ning'er pointed to her eyes, "When Miss Ming looked around, her gaze stayed on that girl Xiang for a while, and that girl also nodded slightly in response."

Ming Lanying laughed loudly, and patted Ning'er's little shoulder, "Ning'er is really good, you can see it, she is mother's big baby!"

Ning'er chuckled, and Tang Ning also smiled helplessly, "Ning'er has noticed such a small detail, it's your son."

The leader of the poetry club only needs to win three consecutive games. Ming Jiazhen waited for a long time, waiting for the real ones to finish the competition first, and there were some crooked ones left. Be prepared, be safe, the snipe and the clam will fight, and the fisherman will benefit.

"That's not right!" Ming Lanying stretched her waist, "But the leader of the poetry meeting today is too wet, it's boring to watch, let the shopkeeper deliver the money to the house, let's go for a walk on the street."

Tang Ning nodded, patted her clothes, got up and left.

Coming out of the teahouse, the sky has already been lit with fiery clouds, and large swathes of fiery red clouds extend straight to the sky, from fiery red to orange red, from pink to blue to dark blue, the beauty is intoxicating.

The night market stalls on the street were also sporadically set up, Ming Lanying took Ning'er's hand, and took a leisurely walk along the street with Tang Ning and Feng Chun.

Ming Lanying patted her stomach full of tea and refreshments in fear, she ate too much during the bustle, and now she doesn't feel hungry at all.

Tang Ning stretched out her hand to make gestures in the sky, and said with a smile, "The sky in the capital is not very beautiful."

Ming Lanying looked up at the sky, and took a deep breath. The air was mixed with the messy aroma of street food, the fragrance of powder from the rouge shop, and the fragrance of tea leaves from the teahouse.

"The atmosphere in the capital city is not as good as that in the frontier fortress. The sky in the frontier fortress is so vast that you can't see the edge, and the air in the frontier fortress is clean and bitter."

Tang Ning glanced at the direction of the palace, "I'm very glad that I can travel far and wide to see the outside world. Every time I come back from the business, I will go to the palace to see my sister and tell her about the different things outside."

"Everyone has their own responsibilities that cannot be shirked." Ming Lanying crossed her waist, thinking of responsibilities gave her a headache, "Speaking of responsibilities, I have a major responsibility that I cannot shirk tomorrow..."

Tang Ning smiled, "You are like an eagle, you can soar freely in the sky without relying on anyone, just like the sky is high for birds to fly, and the sea is wide for fish to leap."

"is it?"

Ming Lanying didn't feel it herself, Tang Ning suddenly rubbed Ning'er's head thoughtfully.

"When you are tired, you can try to rely on Ye Jue Lv, he is willing to be your support and homing home, really."

After saying this, Ming Lanying suddenly remembered Ye Juelu's change. The indifference towards her from the beginning was just because their mothers were old acquaintances, even if he hated her, he still kept her alive.Unknowingly, it's now like this...

　The grass and trees will return soon after they know the spring, and all kinds of red and purple are fighting for their fragrance.

　　One of the two poems of "Late Spring" by Han Yu
　　*The author is uneducated

　　
　
(End of this chapter)