imperial concubine

Chapter 44
Hearing Su Wan's words, Su Yue let out a long breath, calmed down, and then silently recited the poems she had written in her heart. After feeling a little more confident, she nodded slightly to Su Wan who was sitting on the side.

Under Su Wan's gaze, Su Yue got up slowly, turned her head to look at the flowers blooming outside the pavilion, and slowly chanted: "The willows are beautiful, and the peach blossoms are fragrant. The wind blows into the curtain, only the fragrance of Luo Yi. "

After reading, she turned her head to look at Su Wan, with a sarcastic smile on her face, and asked softly, "I wonder what my sister thinks of this poem I wrote?"

After listening to Su Yue's chanting, Su Wan frowned tightly.It's not because this poem is unexpectedly good, but because in Su Wan's mind, with Su Yue's level, it is impossible to write a poem of this level in such a short period of time.

But in a flash, Su Wan thought of the source of this poem.This poem was written by Zuo Liya, a great poet in the former dynasty, but it is very inconspicuous in Zuo's poetry anthology. Unexpectedly, today Su Yue changed her appearance and pretended to be her own.

However, even poetry of this level is not worth mentioning in Su Wan's opinion.Come to think of it, this new poem with a new makeover should also be an old work that Su Yue wrote by chance before, and just now in a hurry, he took it out to deal with the scene.

Su Wan didn't know that she was wrong, but she never entangled in this issue.He just looked at Qian Qinghui in front of him, "I don't know how Mr. Qian thinks the poem written by Yue'er is good?"

Just now when I heard Su Yue ask about Su Wan, Qian Qinghui was glad that he didn't have to answer such a question.But she didn't want to, Su Wan turned her head and lightly threw Su Yue's question to herself.

Qian Qinghui is a well-known talent in Beijing, so he is not a layman when it comes to appreciation and analysis of poetry.It's just that although Su Yue's poems can be called excellent works, they are absolutely not worthy of her title in the Hundred Flowers Poetry Club, let alone be able to beat the winner of the golden hairpin.

It's just that Qian Qinghui can only think about these words in his heart, not because he is afraid of the mighty Marquis' power.It's just that Su Yue's title of Hundred Flowers Poetry Club was hand-picked by Princess Jingya and Mrs. Fang. If she tells the truth in her heart at this time, wouldn't it be disrespectful to Princess Jingya and the Prime Minister's wife?
Caught off guard, Qian Qinghui could only delay time by pretending to be drinking.His thoughts changed sharply, then he put down the wine glass in his hand, and laughed loudly: "Such a good poem, I should understand it! Miss San deserves to be the first name in the Hundred Flowers Poetry Association, and the poems she wrote are really extraordinary!"

Hearing Qian Qinghui's praise so highly, Su Yue's heart was full of joy, she really was a well-educated talent in Beijing, her eyes were so sharp, she could see the benefits of her poem at a glance!Such a bosom friend, we must treat him well later!

Su Wan, who was sitting across from her, had a gentle smile on her face when she heard Qian Qinghui's praise.Su Wan could tell at a glance that Qian Qinghui's affectation was fake, but it was hard to expose.However, looking at Su Yue's expression, it was obvious that he took Qian Qinghui's compliment as the truth.

Su Yue, who was praised by others, turned her head to look at Su Wan complacently, "Sister, Mr. Qian praised me for my excellent poems. I don't know what you, the gold hairpin winner, think?"

What Su Yue said was nothing more than ridiculing that even if Su Wan was the winner of the golden hairpin, he couldn't write such a good poem.However, she didn't know in her heart that Qian Qinghui's words just now were just compliments on the scene.

Hearing Su Yue's words, Su Wan stretched out her hand and looked at Dan Kou in her hand.This bright red color is the result of smashing the Impatiens flower into mud, and then applying it on the nails for several hours to get such a bright look, "The poems written by my sister just now are as brilliant as the Danko I pointed at."

Qian Qinghui, who was on the opposite side, almost couldn't help laughing when he heard what Su Wan said.Although Qian Qinghui is not good at the color of Danko in the woman's hand, he still understands it.What Su Wan said was that even if Su Yue smashed the Impatiens into mud, wouldn't others recognize your true face?But he was mocking Su Yue, just picking up people's teeth.

Qian Qinghui heard it, but Su Yue didn't.Hearing that Su Wan also had to admit that her poems were as bright and extraordinary as the Impatiens Danko, her heart was bursting with joy, and the smile on her face spread even more uncontrollably.

Seeing the joy on Su Yue's face, Qian Qinghui felt even more joyful. He never thought that Miss Su San could not hear the sarcasm in Su Wan's mouth, and thought Su Wan was praising her.The joy in my heart is getting stronger and stronger, and I can only cover it up with drinking.

The joy in Su Yue's heart gradually became stronger, she blinked her eyes, looked at Su Wan with big eyes and said with a smile: "Since I have already done it, how about asking my sister to compose a poem too? I want to come here as my sister's winner of the gold hairpin. It must be better than me."

Su Wan knew exactly what Su Yue was thinking.It's just that he thought that he had praised her, and thought that he was not as good as her, so he wanted to use this energy to suppress himself again.

Although Su Wan knew it very well in her heart, she put on a look of extreme fear on her face, as if she dared not compose poems to compare with Su Yue, "Sister, there are still distinguished guests here today, how can I be more beautiful than before?"

As he spoke, his flowing gaze turned to Qian Qinghui's face, and he said gently: "Seeing that Mr. Qian is enjoying his wine, he must also be enjoying his poetry. Please also ask Mr. Qian to compose a poem for the two of us to read carefully." It is."

Qian Qinghui, who was drinking, choked.Just now, she was gloating over Su Yue's misfortune, but she never thought that it would turn to herself in an instant.

Qian Qinghui had heard of Su Wan's name before, and thought that Su Wan was only outstanding in talent and learning, but now it seems that such a talented woman is first-rate in both talent and scheming.

However, Qian Qinghui is not an ignorant person like Su Yue. Qian Qinghui's great talent in the capital was earned by himself bit by bit, so naturally he would not be afraid of Su Wan's proposal at this time.

He put down the wine glass in his hand, stood up, and gave Su Wan a deep salute, "May I ask you to give me a question."

Seeing that Qian Qinghui was so solemn, Su Yue snorted softly.Just now when Qian Qinghui saw him, he just clasped his fists together, but now he is doing such a big gift to Su Wan, it seems that the title of the gold hairpin winner is really scary.

Su Wan, who was sitting on the main seat, didn't think so. When he spoke just now, Qian Qinghui's face was strange, obviously he heard what he meant, and he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh; Obviously, he saw that he was extremely powerful, and he didn't want to let himself embarrass him.

Su Wan smiled lightly, retracted her slender and slender jade fingers into her sleeves, and the cloak of scattered flowers on her body shook slightly, with a poignant feeling of falling flowers, "Since Cai Yueer used peach blossoms as the theme just now, let's use peach blossoms as the theme today. Peach Blossom as the theme."

Hearing that Su Wan came up with such a question, Qian Qinghui felt relieved, knowing that Su Wan must have seen his intention of giving a deep salute, so he didn't have to make things difficult for him, but just used the question just now as a formality.

Qian Qinghui stood at the entrance of the curtain, looking at the spring scenery in the garden, and in a moment he wrote a poem: "The spring returns to the wind and rain in March, and the green peach blossoms feel the year. There are still three thousand trees in the red, not as good as the first blooming flowers .”

Although it was only obtained for a moment, Qian Qinghui's poems are lofty in conception and consistent in level and level, and his words are elegant and neat.It's worthy of the name of a genius in Beijing, and it's not 01:30 better than Su Yue's old sour poems just now.

After the recitation was finished, the joy on Qian Qinghui's face disappeared after a slight hint of joy, followed by a kind of sincerity and fear.He gently sat back at the table, forced a smile and asked in a soft voice: "I don't know what the second lady thinks of my poem?"

Qian Qinghui feels very satisfied with the poems he wrote today, and this poem ranks among the top three among his past poems.It's just that the person sitting in front of her today is the famous gold hairpin winner of the capital, and her vision is much higher than her own. I don't know how she will evaluate it.

Su Wan gathered the cloak around her body, and said with a smile on her lips, "Mr. Qian is indeed a famous talent in the capital. He can compose such a good poem in just a moment, which is better than those who have no reputation. too much."

As he said that, the phoenix eyes turned, and the waves looked around, looking at Su Yue.Although she didn't say it clearly, the words in Su Wan's mouth and the ripples in her eyes pointed to Su Yue very clearly.

Su Yue, who was on the second seat, didn't know it. After hearing Qian Qinghui's poems, although Su Yue felt that his poems were catchy, they were a little worse than her own. At this moment, she felt that Su Yue Wan looked over.

Su Yue thought that Su Wan was asking her to comment, so she said carelessly: "Mr. Qian's poem is not bad, but there are some small points that are not enough. It will be improved in the future."

Hearing Su Yue's old-fashioned words, Qian Qinghui couldn't help feeling angry. What he did just now was excellent, even the winner of the golden hairpin had to give a compliment.You, Su Yue, are just the head of the Hundred Flowers Poetry Club, but you put yourself in the sky!
The more Qian Qinghui thought about it, the more angry he became, and finally he smiled angrily, and said coldly to Su Yue: "Since that's the case, I'll ask Miss Su San for advice in the future."

There is already hidden anger in the words, and this statement is even more ironic.Unexpectedly, Su Yue never heard the meaning of Qian Qinghui's words, but waved her hand lightly, "Well, since you and I are friends, I should naturally point out to you."

After speaking, Su Yue turned her head to look at Su Wan, with a playful smile on her face, "Sister, Mr. Qian and I have both finished, now it's up to you, sister."

As soon as the words were finished, Su Yue couldn't help laughing.The frightened look on Su Wan's face reminded Su Yue of the cowardly Su Wan who allowed herself to be bullied.It seems that the punishment I have suffered during this period of time will be recovered from her today!

Seeing the smile on Su Yue's face, Su Wan sighed softly, it seemed that she had forgotten that she was no longer the poor person who was allowed to be bullied by her before.Thinking that before he was reborn, that little man was probably bullied by Su Yue in this pavilion.

Su Wan sighed softly, looked at the red peach blossoms on the outside of the curtain, opened her mouth and slowly chanted: "Last year and today in this pavilion, the peach blossoms on the faces of people are red. I don't know where the faces are, but the peach blossoms are still smiling spring breeze."

After singing, Su Wan sighed softly again.In this world, besides my younger brother, the one who makes me feel distressed the most is that poor villain.It's a pity that today I'm sitting in the pavilion, but that little man has long since faded away.

Even so, Su Wan, who once bullied this little man, would never let go of it. It was considered that she had done some trivial things for this little man out of desperation.

After hearing Su Wan finish reciting the poem, although Su Yue felt that there was some artistic conception in the poem, she still couldn't express it.However, Su Wan's words are extremely simple, and there are no poems in the book to ponder.Thinking about it, it is not a good poem.

Qian Qinghui looked at it again, but he was already in a daze, holding the wine glass in his hand for a long time, neither putting it down nor drinking.Seeing this scene, Su Yue chuckled in her heart, it seemed that Su Wan's poem was really not very good, and Qian Qinghui was stunned.

At this point, Su Yue was about to open her mouth to ridicule Su Wan, but she heard someone shouting: "Good poem!"

(End of this chapter)