Daughter of aristocratic family

Chapter 62 Poems
  Wang Danya saluted Princess Liao, lowered her eyebrows and thought for a moment, "The breeze blew the fragrance of lotus flowers on my face, and the shadow of the boat swayed in the water. Fish jumped and played among the lotuses, and my heart wandered along with the beautiful scenery."

Princess Liao smiled and praised: "Miss Wang has a quick mind and is worthy of being a girl carefully raised by Zhongqin's family."

Wang Danya bowed slightly and said, "Thank you, Princess, for the compliment."

Liu Qiangwei looked ugly, secretly hating Wang Danya for stealing her limelight.

"Second sister, you have been reciting poems these days, why don't you join in with one too?" Liu Furong said loudly on purpose.

She is a direct descendant, while Liu Qiangwei is a concubine, but her status is lower than Liu Qiangwei's simply because Liu Qiangwei is the daughter of the Duke of Guo, she is the Duke's niece, and her father is only a fifth-rank official.

Liu Furong often thought that it would be great if her father became the Duke, so that even if her grandmother passed away, she would still be a girl from the Duke's palace.

Her voice attracted everyone's attention. Even if Liu Qiangwei wanted to tear Liu Furong apart, she could only crush her silver teeth and swallow it in her belly.

"Miss Liu, if you want to sing with me, please do it." Princess Liao said with a smile.

"Then I will show my shame." Liu Qiangwei could only bite the bullet and recite a poem from her memory, "The green willows reflect the clear water, and the light boat sways in the middle of the water. The fields of lotus leaves can't cover it, and the lotus blooms fill the garden with fragrance. "

This poem is not bad, but it is a little more ingenious than Wang Danya's poem, and it goes off topic and has nothing to do with the clear characters.

Princess Liao did not point out this point and praised: "Miss Liu's poems are also very beautiful. It seems that both of your families are talented people."

Then five more girls came out to compose poems. Princess Liao all rewarded them with gifts, and then Lin Da gave the lotus in his hand to the girl who had composed poems with him.

"Miss Feng's poem is more appropriate." Lin Da chose Feng Yuqi, the daughter of General Hussar.

Liu Qiangwei was greatly disappointed. Although her poems were not good, she and the third prince were affectionate. Why didn't the third prince give her the flowers?
  Then I thought about it, her poems were not good, and if the third prince gave her the flowers, it would be a personal affair, a loss of justice, and damage to his reputation.

Liu Qiangwei persuaded herself, and smiled as she watched the other gentlemen draw lots and compose poems.

Ling Hao drew the word "fragrance" and pondered for a moment, "The green leaves and red makeup are all over the pond, and the graceful beauty is the most depressing. I went to the south building last night and heard that the lotus flowers were making fragrance."

After hearing this, Princess Liao commented: "What a poem! This poem is not only colorful and fragrant, but also emotional. Mr. Ling's talent is extraordinary."

"Thank you, Princess, for your compliment. It was just impromptu and not worth mentioning." Ling Hao said.

"Young master Ling, there is no need to be too modest. Your talent and literary talent are both outstanding. Is there any girl who would like to write poems with you?" Princess Liao asked with a smile.

"My little girl is not talented. I am willing to give it a try." A delicate voice sounded.

Everyone looked over and saw that it was Concubine Rou's niece Zhou Peiyuan.

Zhou Peiyuan pondered for a moment and then said: "The willow bank is covered with light smoke, and the hibiscus emerges from the water to reflect the morning light. Visitors stop to smell the fragrance and get drunk, thinking that it is the Yaochi descending to the world."

After hearing this, Princess Liao's eyes showed admiration: "What a poem! Miss Zhou's talent should not be underestimated."

Zhou Peiyuan smiled shyly and said, "The princess is so complimentary that I, the little girl, am ashamed to deserve it."

"Concubine, I also want to marry Shi." Princess Jiahe suddenly said.

Princess Liao was stunned for a moment and then said with a smile: "You have never liked poetry, so why don't you mess around with poetry?"

In the courtship ritual, it is customary for a man to compose a poem, and the girl who writes the poem is affectionate towards him.

Princess Liao stopped Princess Jiahe and Shi because it was obvious that she did not like Ling Hao.

"Does the mother-in-law have to look down on her daughter so much?" Princess Jiahe looked at her with hurt eyes.

Princess Liao felt extremely upset when she saw her like this, "Well, since you want to marry Shi, let's give it a try."

Princess Jiahe didn't care about her mother's helplessness at all, and sang with a smile: "The pearls and greenery on the riverside are laughing, and I miss you in the spring without seeing you. I hope to get a wise and pearly pen, and sing a good sentence for you to listen to." This poem and the lotus , Lianxiang has nothing to do with it, it is purely Princess Jiahe who is expressing her affection to Ling Hao.

Logically speaking, Ling Hao should be happy to be favored by a noble lady, but his face was calm and he didn't even look at Princess Jiahe.

Princess Liao said with a cold face: "Your poem is much worse than Miss Zhou's poem."

Princess Jiahe pouted, "I don't believe what my mother said." She turned to look at Ling Hao, "Ling Hao, do you think my poems are better or Miss Zhou's poems?"

Ling Hao said pertinently: "What the young student drew was the word 'fragrance'. The princess's poem did not mention the word "fragrance", so it is not as good as Miss Zhou's poem."

Everyone was shocked, this person was too upright!
  Princess Jiahe stamped her feet angrily and said, "Don't you know how to coax me?"

Ling Hao was silent. Princess Liao looked at her daughter so unreservedly, with veins popping out on her forehead, "Jiahe, step back."

Princess Jiahe pouted and twisted her waist, "Mother concubine."

"Step back." Princess Liao said solemnly.

Princess Jiahe groaned and retreated behind Princess Liao, looking at Ling Hao with eyes full of resentment.

Princess Liao asked: "Who else is willing to write poems with Master Ling?"

No girl came out to read Ling Hao's poem next. No one wanted to offend the unruly Princess Jiahe, and Ling Hao didn't want any girl to be offended by Princess Jiahe because of him. He threw the flower in his hand instead of sending it out. in the pond.

It was the turn of the last young master, Xiangming, the eldest grandson of the Minister of Industry.

The word Xiang Ming drew was the word "jiao". He thought about it and recited a decent poem. Four girls came out to join his poem.

His flowers were given to Gao Caining of the Duke of E's Palace. Gao Caining was Gao Zhi's cousin, and his father was the right minister of the Ministry of War.

The princes in this boat had finished composing poems and were about to return to the other side. The princes in the other boat came over.

As usual, they drew lots to compose poems, the girls wrote poems, and the young master gave flowers. Zhao Wangshu felt sleepy after watching it, and he covered his face with a fan and yawned.

Zhao He was on the second boat, and the word he drew was "Xin".

The meaning of "Xin" is a fragrance that spreads far away, which is slightly similar to the word "Xiang".

The only person who wrote poems to him was Jiang Lihong. Everyone in the government knew that the Zhao and Jiang families wanted to get married, and Zhao He was not a particularly outstanding person. He was still a white man, so no one could compete with the Jiang family.

When the third boat came over, Zhao Wangshu saw an acquaintance again, Sun Li, the son of the right minister of the Ministry of Punishment and the nephew of the second wife of the Changxing Palace.

The word Sun Li drew was "clean". The poem he recited did not have a high artistic conception, but it expressed the purity of the lotus that emerges from the mud but remains unstained. It can be considered a good poem.

There is only one girl who writes poems with him. She is the legitimate daughter of Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of Rites, her surname is Liu Ming Wanhua.

Zhao Wangshu looked at Sun Li and Liu Wanhua looking at each other affectionately, and rolled his eyes silently, what a scumbag!

At this time, she didn't know whether she should be grateful that Liu Shuqing didn't come, or regret that she didn't come.

When she told Liu Shuqing about this, she was afraid that Liu Shuqing wouldn't believe it.

Zhao Wangshu glanced at Zhao Jiahua and told her to tell Liu Shuqing.

Sun Li's flowers were also given to Liu Wanhua.

(End of this chapter)