Divine Doctor Poison Concubine: Miss Waste

Chapter 20 Fight Poetry?

"Good poem, my sister's poem is really amazing." Li Xinrou was the closest to the book case, and she sat beside Jin Hui and watched it carefully when she was writing.

After Jin Huixin finished writing, she couldn't help admiring, and then she pretended to be displeased and said: "It seems that I am really that brick, throwing such a beautiful jade, how can I return it to Sister Han'er and Jiaying?"

Jin Huixin hurriedly said: "My sister is joking again. Without your good start, there is no time for me to buffer. My sister is a veritable talented woman. Sister, I am just as good as I am, and I am not as good as you." Sister Han'er and Sister Jiaying are even more incomparable."

Xia Qingge, who was eating fruit as if nothing had happened, raised his head and glanced at Jin Huixin unconsciously after hearing Jin Huixin's words.

He is a smart one, he writes well in his poems, without being arrogant or impetuous, on the contrary, he praises Li Xinrou and Xia Yuhan.

so as not to arouse jealousy.

Jin Huixin is the daughter of Fengtian Mansion Yin, and her father is a third-rank official. Naturally, it cannot be compared with the Guogong Mansion behind Xia Yuhan and Liang Jiaying's Jingtian Hou Mansion.

And Li Xinrou's father is Dali Siqing, a second-rank official position, and one level higher than Jin Huixin's father, so she naturally has to be careful in what she says and does.

Sure enough, Xia Yuhan, Liang Jiaying, and Li Xinrou who were coaxed by Jin Huixin's words were all very happy, and they naturally praised her poems.

Afterwards, only Xia Yuhan and Liang Jiaying were left. Although Xia Yuhan was the lady of the Duke's Mansion, she was a concubine, so naturally she couldn't be compared with the concubine of the Jingtian Hou Mansion.

It was Liang Jiaying who was the finale. Although Xia Yuhan might not be convinced, she had no choice but to admit that a high-ranking official crushed a donkey to death.

Xia Yuhan walked up to the desk and began to write with the pen. After a while, she put the pen on the pen holder beside her. Seeing this, everyone stood up and surrounded her.

Li Xinrou picked it up carefully, read the poems on it while looking at it.

"Cold lovesickness. Warm lovesickness. When thinking blooms, when thinking about thanks. Dingning flowers are late. The sound of the horn blows. The sound of the flute blows. The south branch is blown and the north branch is blown. Ming Dynasty becomes Xuefei."

"Okay, it's really a good word. Sister Han'er is really amazing. She wrote such an exquisite and good word in such a short time."

When several people gathered together to appreciate it, an untimely male voice suddenly stepped in.

"Good! What a good word."

"It has both the meaning of lovesickness and majestic spirit. It perfectly expresses the gentlemanly style and arrogance of plum blossoms. It is really a rare good poem."

At this time, everyone in the pavilion looked at the speaker together.

I saw a man standing a few meters away from the gazebo. He was wearing a royal blue double-breasted gown with a dark pattern brocade belt of the same color around his waist, and a pair of black leather boots under his feet.

Looking from a distance, he is very handsome and clear-hearted, and then he looks like a pair of eyes shooting cold stars, two curved eyebrows like paint, the corners of the mouth are curled up like a smile, and the sword eyebrows are slightly raised, all at the tip of the eyebrows, indescribable. suave.

Seeing that all the women in the pavilion were looking at him, he slowly walked towards him.

"I'm so rude, I passed by the garden but didn't want to hear such an exquisite work, so I couldn't help but come to pay a visit, and I hope all the ladies are happy."

When the women in the pavilion saw the person coming, their eyes flashed and their cheeks were flushed, how could they tell if they were coming?
Seeing this, Feng Feilang secretly blamed himself for being abrupt, and ran over for a poem.

"I don't know which lady produced this masterpiece?"

Standing aside, Xia Yuhan secretly raised her eyes to look at the man in front of her, then lowered her head shyly.

"My lord is laughing at you. This is a stubborn work. It's hard to wait for the elegant hall. My lord just happened to pass by and heard it, just to entertain you."

Feng Feilang raised his head to meet Xia Yuhan, and with just one glance, his expression obviously flashed with amazement: "Miss is too modest, Miss Yi's literary talent is definitely worthy of the name of a talented woman."

Seeing this, Li Xinrou turned to look at Xia Yuhan: "Sister Han'er, you don't have to hide your clumsiness, your talent is outstanding wherever you put it, the young master is right."

Feng Feilang smiled shyly, looked up at Xia Yuhan again, and then said: "I'm writing Feng Qingshu, I've seen some ladies again."

The women saw that his behavior was not debauchery, but gentle and refined, and paid attention to etiquette. Although it was quite reckless to break into the pavilion, but because of a good poem, they sighed that it was hard to find a bosom friend, and it was understandable to be in a hurry.

Thinking in this way, the young ladies of each family also blushed and looked at Feng Feilang desperately.

At this moment, Xia Qingge also met the man who was walking up. He looked quite handsome and behaved like a scholar. It was not difficult to tell from his attire that he should be a member of a noble family.

She looked at Xia Yuhan in a blink of an eye, with a sneer on her lips.

Xia Yuhan's reputation as a talented woman is indeed well-deserved, she can attract peach blossoms in her own yard, she is really a typical power group and idol group.

Liang Jiaying, who was sitting by the side with an arrogant expression, changed obviously when she saw Feng Feilang, and a suspicious blush appeared on her face.

"Master Feng is Feng Feilang, the son of Feng's eldest son?"

A melodious voice like jingling spring water came out, and Feng Feilang, who was chatting with Xia Yuhan, was obviously taken aback. He didn't expect that among these women, there was someone who could recognize him?

Displeasure flashed across Xia Yuhan's face, and she turned to look at the speaker, who was Liang Jiaying sitting beside her.

"May I ask how did Miss know you?" The implication was to confirm Liang Jiaying's guess.

"Mr. Feng is talented and smart, and he is the best among the literati in the capital. The little girl and her mother had the honor to attend the birthday of Mrs. Feng last year, and I was able to meet you once at the banquet. "

"So that's the case. But I really dare not take the girl's praise!"

"Mr. Ruyu, one of the four sons of the capital, if he still can't be, how many people in the capital can be?"

Liang Jiaying spoke extremely softly, and her demeanor was even more graceful and generous. Xia Qingge almost spewed out the wine she just drank. This woman can act better than Xia Yuhan.

The mood of everyone at the moment is really not good!

As soon as Feng Feilang's identity was revealed, Xia Yuhan, Li Xinrou, Jin Huixin's eyes widened.

Especially Xia Yuhan, his eyes were shining, and his face was full of disbelief.

The eldest son of the Feng family?The empress's nephew?The eldest son of the town government?

In order to attract Feng Feilang's attention, Xia Yuhan hurriedly walked in front of him and said, "I didn't expect it to be Mr. Feng. Yuhan is reckless here. I hope Mr. Feng won't take offense."

Xia Qingge at the side couldn't help but marvel at Xia Yuhan's face, it was really made of a city wall, and he was able to say his name to a man so quickly.

(End of this chapter)