"What poem is the third sister talking about? Do you want to tell it so that we can all appreciate it?" Looking at the ladies around her who were still washing their hands in twos and threes, Mo Xuemin was so proud that she couldn't help but ask with a smile.
"The eldest sister is joking, I don't know how to write any poems. I just recognize a few words. I can't really say how to combine them into poems. Looking at the eldest sister's speed, I know that what she said must be good. I will definitely do it when I have time in the future. I want to teach my younger sister a lesson, so as not to have another palace banquet like this and embarrass my eldest sister." Mo Xuetong, with a smile as bright as a flower, deliberately raised her voice slightly and complimented.
She really wrote it randomly, and Mo Xuemin must be at the top of the list today.
In this case, Mo Xuemin was very pleased. She pretended to be gentle and caring and said to Mo Xuetong: "It's not your fault that Third Sister can't write. I used to be in Yuncheng, and my father was busy with official duties and didn't even hire a nanny for you." , it’s normal to not know many things. When my father is not so busy during this period, my eldest sister will suggest to my father that I find a nanny to educate you well."
Every young lady from a wealthy family is assigned a nanny when she is very young. Not only does she teach her how to behave, but she also teaches her various ways to be a wife and daughter-in-law, learn the art of running a family, and teach women how to behave. , piano, chess, calligraphy and painting... You don't have to start from elementary school. How can you have time when you are so old
Who is willing to marry a woman who knows nothing and is not loved by her father? Of course, they don't want a daughter-in-law who is of no use to the family.
So after Mo Xuemin finished speaking, the ladies who heard Mo Xuetong looked at Mo Xuetong with disdain. Some of them even looked at Mo Xuetong carefully. She was a talented concubine who was doted on by her father. A young lady who might even become a legitimate daughter is actually very popular.
Seeing the eyes of several ladies falling on her, Mo Xuemin smiled more gently and magnanimously. The previous pride on her face also disappeared, leaving only a gentle and humble smile. Sitting there, looking at the few ladies Madam nodded secretly, thinking that maybe she could send someone to Mo Mansion to find out what was going on.
"Thank you, eldest sister." Mo Xuetong didn't take it seriously at all. The smile on her face was pure and childish, which made people like her very much. "No wonder I always hear people say that eldest sister is famous for her talent. Such good poems were written by eldest sister." Yes, it’s amazing! If I had spent ten days and a half, I definitely wouldn’t have been able to write such a good poem. I just glanced at it and I felt that it left a lasting impression on my mouth.”
The higher you hold it, the harder it falls!
With such a sincere smile, and such efforts to praise Mo Xuemin, the Qianjia family members who lived nearby had long been unhappy.
This palace banquet is mainly for third-grade and third-grade officials, and there are also some meritorious queens. Mo Huawen is not a meritorious queen, but has an official position of third-grade, so she can come, and Sima Heyan can come because she is a meritorious queen. After that, Sima Lingyun was applying for the title of Marquis in the past few days.
It stands to reason that the old Zhenguo Marquis has been dead for a long time, and Sima Lingyun's Zhenguo Marquis should have been promoted to Zhenguo Marquis long ago. However, due to various other reasons, the emperor never mentioned it, and his subordinates did not dare to say anything. Sima Lingyun Lingyun's prince has been the prince for twenty years.
However, tonight, there was news in the palace that Sima Lingyun might be made the new Marquis of Zhenguo, so today not only Sima Lingyun came, but also his younger sister, Sima Heyan, who never appeared in front of others. When he came out, Mrs. Zhenguohou did not come because of poor health.
Sima Heyan liked poetry very much. Because Sima Lingyun had not yet been promoted to the title of Marquis of Zhenguo, his position was a little further back. He happened to be sitting next to Mo Xuetong and was curious when hearing Mo Xuetong talk about Mo Xuetong's poems with praise. He got up, turned around and asked with a smile: "What kind of good poem did Miss Mo write? Let us all listen to it."
The other ladies and ladies sitting together also started asking questions.
Mo Xuemin felt proud and was about to speak out her poem, but when she saw Mo Xuetong's sincere and beautiful face from the corner of her eye, she suddenly woke up and closed her mouth tightly. He is no longer the incompetent Mo Xuetong before, nor is he the third sister who believed in him wholeheartedly. He had lost to her in the previous confrontations, so he must not do anything bad this time.
"Third sister, you're being polite. I haven't written anything good. I just thought about it and wrote a poem. I can't deserve the praise from you ladies and ladies." Mo Xuemin's heartbeat lags, and she pretends to be warm again. Wan became humble.
"Sister, please don't be polite. It's rare to see such good poems and essays. You can tell at a glance that she just learned from Gao Hua." Mo Xuetong didn't intend to let her go so easily, and the smile on his lips was even more sincere and delicate. He innocently tugged at the corner of her clothes and said with a proud look on his face.
This damn little bitch had no idea what she was planning, and she actually insisted on telling her poems. Although Mo Xuemin couldn't understand what she meant by doing this, alarm bells were ringing in her heart. Her original intention was to do it at the banquet. She showed off her talents and made everyone take her seriously, and Mo Huawen had to take her seriously. However, being squeezed out by Mo Xuetong, she always felt that something was wrong. Without knowing Mo Xuetong's purpose, she definitely thought that there was something wrong with her. Unchanged in the face of change.
The reason why she lost to Mo Xuetong in the first few steps was because she was too impatient.
She accidentally picked up that poem from Sima Lingyun's collection of poems when she was waiting for him in Zhen Guohou's mansion. So Yanli's poem seemed more like it was written by a little girl. She was at that time He kept it in mind and deliberately kept the poem in his mind. With Siqiao Lingyun's feelings towards him, he would not say anything even if he knew that he had plagiarized his poem.
So Mo Xuemin felt at ease while copying, not worrying that others would expose her. Of course, what she didn't expect was that this poem was not written by Sima Lingyun. To be honest, Sima Lingyun's own collection of poems was One or two poems were written by himself, and the others were either found by gunmen or picked from other places. He didn't usually read them. Even if the poems were placed in front of him, he might not know that they were written by him.
Mo Xuemin agreed very much with this poem and wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to display it here. It is impossible for Sima Lingyun to use such a beautiful and beautiful poem in public. The children of the aristocratic family here, who are good at poetry, saw her beautiful and beautiful poem. The poems with the charming boudoir style will definitely leave a deep impression on her, or have a deep impression on her.
With this opportunity, she would like to get married again in the future, or have the opportunity to marry into the prince's palace. She is also from a wealthy family. Although Li Youmo is the legitimate son of Shangshu, and Li Shangshu is considered to be in a high position, there is still a senior minister above him. , prince, and the four major princes, as long as there are children from these families who like her, with her intelligence and beauty, marrying a good one is not just around the corner.
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When the time comes, she must trample this bitch Mo Xuetong under her feet and make her crawl under her feet, begging for mercy! Feeling proud in his heart, his face became more gentle, apologetic and polite.
"There are really no good poems, just random ones. Third sister, please stop talking. Besides, people will think that you are deliberately showing off to the eldest sister." Mo Xuemin laughed.
As expected, Mo Xuemin knew how to pretend, and Mo Xuetong sneered in her heart. Although she hid it well, the pride in her eyes still overflowed.
Anyway, she is not in a hurry. She doesn't want to cause trouble today, but some people can't wait. There will be a good show waiting for her later!
Mo Xuetong didn't say anything next, because many poems written by children from aristocratic families were passed down. Everyone looked at them and shook their heads or nodded. They didn't focus on the conversation just now. Only Sima Heyan wanted to talk to Mo several times. When Xue Min talked about poems, she laughed and fiddled with them. Seeing that she was really not interested in talking, she let go and focused on the poems in her hands.
Under the bright light, a group of beauties were sitting or standing with poems and notes, talking about good and bad with smiles. The hearts of the young men from the aristocratic families on the island on the right became warm. The clouds and fragrant rings on their temples were already a family. The scenery is so beautiful that there are still a few who are really paying attention to the poems in their hands. When I think that what they are criticizing may be their own poems, and when I think that several beautiful beauties are criticizing me, my heart is not only warm, but also full of joy. I want to jump out and be very excited.
The gaze he cast on Zuo Dao became a little more intense.
Feng Juoran casually picked up a piece of poetry paper in his hand and gave it to You Yuecheng without looking at it. She patted his shoulder with a half-smile and said with a smile: "Prince You, look at this poem. It really is." The poem about a woman in the boudoir appreciating spring is considered a masterpiece among these, take a look." He handed the poem over.
You Yuecheng was talking in a low voice to a chamberlain when he saw Feng Jueran passing a poem note to him. He hurriedly reached out to take it and said with a smile: "Since His Highness Prince Xuan also likes it, then I really want to see what it is." Such a woman can write such rich and beautiful poems."
The chamberlain stepped back from him. He picked up the poem in his hand, flipped it over, and handed it to the next person and said: "Master Qin, you are the second best in the upper world. Take a look at this lady's poem." how?"
He felt that the poem was not good, but since Feng Jueran said it was okay, You Yuecheng certainly would not touch Feng Jueran's fault in person. He followed the words and secretly looked down on Feng Jueran, who was ignorant and incompetent. It is true that Prince Xuan cannot be worthy of the title of unification. He is just complaining about his daughter's illness. What's so good about it
"You don't think it's good, Prince You?" Unexpectedly, the man didn't intend to let him go. His face turned pale and he stood up abruptly. His handsome evil eyes were raised seductively. His face was very ugly. He made a lot of movement when he stood up. Some of the young masters who were immersed in the fragrance of the beauty were all startled. Especially when they saw that the one standing up was His Highness Prince Xuan, the noisy voices stopped instantly.
When I came here, the elders in the family specially warned me not to offend the moody His Highness Prince Xuan. Although this prince did not do his job properly, he was the most beloved prince of the emperor and no one could afford to offend him.
Seeing Feng Juoran getting angry for no reason, You Yuecheng secretly frowned. This man was really moody. Fortunately, he had also experienced strong winds and waves. He put down the cup in his hand, stood up and bowed respectfully to Feng Juoran, raising his head. He smiled and said, "It's not that Yue Cheng feels bad, I really don't understand these things. It's just that the words are too gorgeous, almost like romance, but it is indeed rare, so I ask Mr. Qin to comment on it."
He spoke tactfully, with a smile that was neither humble nor arrogant, and explained the matter clearly in a few words. He looked like a gentleman from an aristocratic family who was comforted and elegant, which was very popular. (To be continued)