Heartburn

After thinking about it, I didn’t care about the reaction of the clerk. I slapped against the wall, stuck my head out, and quietly glanced at the situation in the courtyard—fortunately, I didn’t expect the lewdness and depressive scenes, nor did I. Beautiful scenery beyond the acceptable range.

There are about 30 people in the courtyard, sitting behind the tables on both sides of the corridor, and there are dancers performing in the pavilion on the other side. If not for the four treasures of the study on the tables in front of them, and It's not good food and wine, I almost thought it was a small banquet.

The most conspicuous among this group of people is the gentle middle-aged woman in the center of the theme.

She was born with a rounded oval face, plump body, and smiled at Yan Yan. She looked like a kind person-if it weren't for the arty folding fan in my hand, I would probably have a higher opinion of her.

I wonder if this middle-aged woman is the owner of this yard, or a master invited by the organizer?

I was still hesitating whether I should go in, and saw that the steward who led me suddenly passed me into the small courtyard, went straight to the middle-aged woman on the first seat, bent over and said something to her; it was originally immersed in the sound of the piano The intoxicated woman glared at her displeasedly at first, but then swept towards me.

She also didn't know what the steward had said to her, she was obviously very excited, and she wanted to stand up, but was worried about something. In the end, she just ordered the steward to come and invite us in, but did not get up to welcome us.

However, her performance is enough to arouse the attention of interested people.

I took Jiang Zhuo, bit the scalp, and walked in, feeling a little worried: Such a swagger entry method is not the same as the transparent and low-key I had previously imagined.

Forget it, I didn't see that Young Master Fu at first glance, so my heart was half relieved.

The steward led us to the last seat, which is exactly what I want: if you stay farther away, you can also stay away from right and wrong-but unfortunately, the cause and effect in this world, how can you avoid it if you want to hide? Get it?

When they approached, they discovered that a thin canal was dug in front of the table where the group of people were sitting, which led to the clear stream for irrigation, and faintly colorful fishes were playing in the water.

While I was staring at the fishes fascinated, I saw an exquisite small wine bottle floated upstream, which looked like gold but could float steadily on the water; it swayed all the way through the front. The human position was finally worthy of stopping before me and Jiang Zhuo-it was so dangerous, it was almost in front of us.

Seeing this, I finally understand a little bit: Isn't this the Qushui Liuqi that is often mentioned in the storybook?

These talented Dawu girls really know how to play... But in this way, doesn't this poem have the nature of a game?

There is still some difference from the tasting activities I guessed.

I thought it was only necessary to display the work prepared in advance. Now it seems that not only the participants are random and mandatory, but also the title is drawn on the spot. I don’t know how Kuang Xihan’s literary style is, but I Well, let alone improvisational poems, just let me draw a painting of flowers and birds on the spot, but I don’t have enough energy!

"Haha, it's Miss Lin of Lin Yuan again... Today, Miss Lin is prosperous, I don't know what other masterpieces will come? The officer will wait and see——" The middle-aged woman folded her fan and took it from the attendant next to her. An apricot-colored floral note, "Within a stick of incense, make a chanting poem with the title of chrysanthemum."

"Chan can golden dress, slim and white jade skin. I know that the time is very different, it seems to be with the cold. I can't bear to fall from the ground, and I will die by myself. (Note 1 The young woman sitting in my front seat was no more than 20 In the coming year, she has clean eyes and beautiful temperament. She looks like a talented girl who has read poetry and books; and she is indeed an export chapter, and she has made a poem in less than half a time. It sounds very good. Looks-it's ashamed to teach people.

Sure enough, I heard the middle-aged woman applaud appreciatively: "Miss Lin deserves to be the leader of the previous session. She is agile and full of resources. I am afraid that this year's leader is also in your bag."

"Master Shen is absurdly praised, students are ashamed to be." Ms. Lin quickly got up and bowed deeply to the people above her, her mouth was humble, but her eyes hid a touch of pride.

——After all, she is still a young girl, a little vanity is normal... But Mu Xiuyu Lin Feng will destroy it, don't you see the jealousy and unwillingness in the eyes of others?

It's not necessarily a good thing to be so sharp.

I shook my head, looked sideways, and happened to see the arc of sarcasm at the corner of Jiang Zhuo's mouth.

With this expression, is Jiang Zhuo's arrogant literary accomplishment much higher than that of Miss Lin?

Or is there someone else whom she despised?

I turned my head again and followed her gaze to find the past-it turned out that she had been paying attention to the Lord Shen who was sitting on the top.

What's worth paying attention to for Master Shen?

When I was thinking, I felt that my arm was lightly touched, Jiang Zhuo's unexplained eyes fell on my face, and he couldn't help feeling nervous: "What's the matter?"

She pressed her thin lips slightly, as if she was about to say something, but in the end she just sighed and motioned me to look at the small channel in front of me with her eyes—it was the small golden bottle that floated to my place. Being held back by the pebbles underneath, he stopped moving.

And this also means that the next person who wants to show literary talent... is me.

"I'm afraid this young lady is the first time to participate in the Wendu Poetry Club? She is so young but smart, she is really terrifying! Hahaha..." I was at a loss, just listened to the master Shen from the previous poem. Inexplicably praised me, "Okay, it's still time for Yongju, a stick of incense, please."

After she finished speaking, she looked at me expectantly and taught me how to refuse.

There are four ready-made study treasures on the table, so I dipped a thin wolf hae and dipped it in rich ink.

The posture looked like, but I really wanted to write, but I had a hard time facing the snow-white rice paper-this ink, paper and inkstone are all good products, but my brush writing is really unsatisfactory and difficult to match.

Speaking of it, it's no wonder that I am: after years of practicing pens and meter pens, how can I imagine that one day I need to use this true Chinese calligraphy?

Hanging his wrists thinking for a long time, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the ignited incense that had been burned halfway, and felt a little anxious in his heart.

Although the other people are far away from me, they are all watching me with bated breath, only the old man of Shen is drinking the wine in the cup, shaking his head and shaking his head to me with the long sound of the piano-it seems to me He has a level of confidence and seems indifferent to my performance... This attitude is really unpredictable.

Feeling that the ink dipped in the pen tip was about to drip down onto the rice paper along gravity, it would have fainted an ugly ink spot after it dripped. In desperation, I picked up the pen and wrote down my name-Jian Xin.

Staring at the words of dragon and phoenix dance for a while, I added another sentence to the end...When I finished writing, the incense just burned to the end.

I stopped writing and glanced at Jiang Zhuo, who was looking thoughtfully at my desk. I was shocked and subconsciously stretched out my hand to cover it; it was not that she was worried that she would recognize my ghost symbol, but I just didn’t want to teach her to think I'm a dude with no learning and skill-it's okay if I can't write poems, even the characters are so ugly.

However, I also understand that this action is not only naive, but also meaningless.

I just listened to Master Shen chuckled and beckoned to let the steward who led us in to take the rice paper on my desk-before I had time to refuse, the unsightly work had already been handed to her-oh, it's awful Up.

I covered half of my face in annoyance, regretting my decision to participate in this poem meeting: stay a while, I'm afraid not only Jiang Zhuo, everyone present will know my true talents...

Thinking of the disdainful gaze they would bet on, I could not wait to give birth to a pair of wings immediately so that I could escape from here; but when I thought that Jiang Zhuo would also be included, the embarrassment turned into unspeakable pain. It penetrated into the skin, penetrated into the lungs, and taught me that my eye sockets were astringent, but I didn't dare to cry in front of everyone.

Like a prisoner waiting to be sentenced, she stared stubbornly at the Lord Shen, even if she knew the ending, she still couldn't remove her eyes-but I couldn't expect it anyway. She took my answer sheet from the steward without changing her face, and groaned. For a moment, a sudden pat on the table: "Good!"

--what happened?

Is there a problem with my understanding?

The word "good" shouldn't be derogatory...

When I was as unclear as the others present, I saw Master Shen exclaimed: "The orchid is both spring and chrysanthemum and autumn is beautiful. The fragrance is fragrant and the herbs are beautiful and colorful. Who is the essence, in the quiet and more sweet. ( Note 2) The poem written by the little friend is really wonderful!" She said to the rice paper seriously, and she couldn’t find any flaws in her expression. She was superb in acting, if she didn’t know the paper. The real words written on it, I'm afraid I will be taken seriously too.

——Could it be that she deliberately read another poem to replace my sloppy answer sheet.

But why is she doing this?

As soon as she fell behind, the scholars and talented women present in the room also praised me. The sight cast or admiration or admiration made my face hot; and Miss Lin, who had just studied, looked at me with a little disappointment. But the convincing smile taught me that I was so ashamed that I couldn't hide my head under the table-poems are good poems, but I didn't write them at all!

What fascinated me most was Jiang Zhuo’s eyes mixed with surprise and inquiry. Only I knew how much effort it took to suppress the idea of ​​explaining to her immediately-I can’t guess that one. Lord Shen did so with the intention, but now to clarify, it is undoubtedly a slap in the face of both himself and the other party. It will not help except for inducing evil.

All I can do is to endure the doubts and the unknown shame.

Thinking of self-defeatingly in my heart, I had to force a smile to deal with the compliments and compliments of these people.

When I was feeling awkward and embarrassed, I saw someone walking slowly into the courtyard while high-fiving, and praised without exception: "Good poem, good poem...I wonder who is the masterpiece?"

When his gentle voice penetrated through the drapery, he felt a little dull, his facial features were indistinct, he only knew he was a man; but as soon as he showed up, he taught the young girls and ladies to show joy, even more so. The admiration in his eyes has not concealed it.

——This uninvited guest is the Young Master Fu who first entered the courtyard with Jiang Zhuo.