After the failure of ascension, he traveled to the ancient farmhouse to be a group pet

"Hey, you little girl, you are really not ashamed! I praised you and you still gasped! You are so proud. If you have the ability, you can use a poem to describe your second brother and the third brother! You have the ability to Describe your ten brothers and your Nian brother in a poem!"

Wei Rongyin rolled her eyes at Jiang Chacha very inelegantly, and Jiang Chacha quickly begged for mercy:
"No, no, no, sister Rong Yin, I admit defeat, I admit defeat. You also know that I only have so much ink in my stomach. It is already rare for me to be able to say what I just said. You are still forcing me like this. You are really not a good sister. Ah Ci, Ah Ci, please save me quickly, dear Ah Ci..."

Jiang Chacha felt really uncomfortable holding it back. Fortunately, their place was not eye-catching and was completely obscured by the tall plants around them.

"How dare you encourage Ah Ci? Ah Ci is so delicate and quiet. Don't let me lead you astray. Come on, say a few poems and praise Ah Ci and Lan Wei. I will let your sister go."

"Good sister! Aren't you forcing things on others?"

"Do or not?"

"Zuozuozuo!"

Jiang Chacha, who had been being attacked on her smile point, couldn't bear it anymore and could only beg for mercy. After Wei Rongyin let her go, she quickly saluted Pei Lanwei and Nie Ci in a small way:
"Princess Princess, sister A Ci, if I have any offense, please forgive me."

"Sister Ah Ci is born with beauty and a lady's talents. Naturally, she needs good poetry to describe her grace. I have to think about it carefully.

ah!Got it!As pretty as a peach in three springs, as pure as a chrysanthemum in nine autumns.

Although Sister Ah Ci likes camellia, I still think these two poems best describe Sister Ah Ci’s temperament! "

Pretty and simple, Nie Ci, who was wearing a very elegant and simple jasper-colored spring dress at this time, gave people an intuitive feeling.

Pei Lanwei nodded to praise these two lines of poetry, while Nie Ci blushed and lowered his head without saying anything. Wei Rongyin also nodded to let Jiang Chacha go, and looked at Pei Lanwei under Jiang Chacha's grateful eyes:

"Sister Lan Wei has her favorite flowers. I like lotus, and sister Ah Ci likes camellia!"

Wei Rongyin was thinking in her heart: Sister Chacha can't reveal her medical books easily now, so she can only open diplomatic channels and build her own circle of friends through flower appreciation.

Unexpectedly, Wei Rongyin would turn the topic to this topic. Pei Lanwei was stunned for a moment, and then spoke when Jiang Chacha and Nie Ci also looked at her:
"I prefer bigster flowers."

"Lagerstroemia? Who knows that flowers are impermanent for hundreds of days, and crape myrtle blooms for half a year! Crape myrtle blooms every May and fades in September. It is indeed a flower with a long flowering period. The purple color is noble, and it is suitable for the princess. "

Jiang Chacha remembered that she had indeed planted a crape myrtle tree in her yard. If sister Lan Wei liked it, she could cultivate a few and give them to the princess, but she heard Pei Lan slightly say:
"It's not the crape myrtle in front of the hall, but the crape myrtle on the pavilion."

Jiang Chacha was stunned for a moment, and then she realized that it was actually the Bigger Flower, the climbing plant that the Jiang family first planted, the Lingxiao Flower.

"Bigger flower? Oh! There is also this kind of flower tree, little tea treasure. Is the bigster flower the same as the Skyflower that you plant in the garden hall at home?"

After staying at Jiang's house for a long time, Jiang Chacha also came into contact with a lot of flowers. Only now did Wei Rongyin remember that this other kind of big purple flower was called Lingxiao flower in Jiang's house and Jiang Chacha's place.

"Yes, I didn't expect that Sister Lan Wei, who seems to have a gentle and gentle temperament, would like such a proud and extreme flower. She has high aspirations, but also carries a majestic look, which is very suitable for Her Royal Highness the Princess. "

As Jiang Chacha spoke, she memorized another poem about Lingxiao Flower:
"The sky is mostly surrounded by palms, which are not as dark as gardenia. The trees are full of trees and the breeze blows the thin leaves, and a dragon's armor is clear." Wei Rongyin did not understand the specific content of this poem, but it was somewhat ridiculing:
"You girl, how can you be so elegant? As soon as you meet a flower, you start reciting poems! It just shows that you are capable, right?"

Jiang Chacha hurriedly begged for mercy again, saying that she only had this ability and it was not enough for her to show off.

Nie Ci paused slightly while holding the teacup. He raised his head slightly and drank all the tea in the teacup in his hand, looking at Pei Lanwei beside him.

"A dragon's armor is clear and empty."

Pei Lanwei also felt uneasy. Is this last sentence a coincidence or...

Pei Lanwei even wondered in her heart, did Jiang Chacha deliberately write this poem to metaphorize something because she knew about her ambitions and what happened to her and Fifth Brother?
But looking at Jiang Chacha's delicate and beautiful face, which is full of innocence and innocence, she can play with the brainless and careless Wei Rongyin...

Hopefully it was a coincidence, otherwise she wouldn't be able to guarantee what she would do.

The royal family was somewhat sensitive to matters related to dragons. Pei Lanwei had lowered his head and eyes to hide his emotions. Nie Ci was a little worried and wanted to ask Jiang Chacha, but was stopped by him at this time. The scene was interrupted by a sudden commotion.

Jiang Chacha and Wei Rongyin also stopped fighting, scratched each other's hands, looked at each other tacitly, and then looked at the host Jiang Dakang sitting in the middle.

It turned out that the young masters and ladies sitting on both sides of the meandering water table had already selected the person who needed to write an article or poem through the meandering water table three times.

Three men and three women sat on both sides. Others made room for them. The maids and servants presented pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

The six lucky geese suddenly began to ask Jiang Dakang for advice, hoping that Jiang Dakang would give them a sample to clarify the rules.

In the hall, the civil servants began to shout that they could not give any hints.

Jiang Dakang saw that the two prime ministers, who were the highest officials at this time, did not speak. Among the six selected people, another young lady was the granddaughter of Prime Minister Han, and another young master was the son of another prime minister. The grandson ignored the shouting officials and wrote down his poem directly under the gaze of everyone:

"Qingyun Lanxia, ​​surrounded by auspicious energy, the sun and the moon are brilliant, once again, they will rise to the sky clearly, and the stars will be shining..."

The officials in the hall gradually stopped talking and began to listen carefully to Jiang Dakang's poems. The ladies next to him were already fascinated by Jiang Dakang's sharp appearance at this time, but he was still as gentle as the bright moon, a gentleman and magnanimous.

After Jiang Dakang finished his poem, he took turns with the six lucky geese to start composing words and sentences.

However, the four of them, Jiang Chacha, followed the other ladies who started to wander around the village to enjoy the scenery.

"While those talented girls are showing off their talents, it would be better for us, the children of the world, to stay away. After this meandering banquet is over, we can show off our skills when it's time to throw pots, ride horses, and shoot in the ring to fight!"

I have to say that the scenery in this Huangzhuang is really unique. Unlike the Jiang family's natural and refined scenery, every scene in this Huangzhuang seems to be naturally processed to the extreme exquisiteness.